56: C56 Household Dish

C56 Household Dish

household dish

Although Mother Yang still had some sadness on her face, but now that her son came back, she was in a good mood. Seeing Yang Song bring two young men, she quickly asked, "Xiao Song, who are these two?"

Only now did Yang Song remember that he had yet to introduce the two and hurriedly pointed at them.

"Dad, mom, these two are my friends. The man is called Chen Ming, and the woman is called Meng Shihan!" He drove me home, and since I was resting during this period, he came over to take a look. He said that he wanted to eat farm food! "

Father Yang chuckled and took out a dry cigarette. He carefully rolled one and passed it to Chen Ming, "Come, come, come. Since you're Little Song's friend, let's have a smoke!"

When Chen Ming saw his father rolling a dry cigarette for him, his interest was immediately piqued. He chuckled as he received it and immediately expressed his thanks! Thank you, Uncle Yang!

"That's not right!" Seeing this scene, Yang Song curiously asked, "Didn't you say you don't smoke? "Why do you have to answer it?"

"Uncle Yang specifically rolled it for me. I definitely have to take it!" Furthermore, no matter how good the cigar is, I've smoked it before. This is the first time I've smoked this dry smoke. A curious expression appeared on Chen Ming's face as he held the cigarette in his mouth.

"Come come come! "Little Ming, let me order for you!" Father Yang was a very enthusiastic person. He took out a lighter and was about to light it up for Chen Ming. The latter happily walked up and let the cigarette be lit.

Chen Ming took a deep breath, but he had never expected that the smell of the cigarette was too strong. He choked on the cigarette until Chen Ming started to cough and tears came out of his eyes.

When everyone saw this scene, they all burst out into laughter. Father Yang happily said, "Child, this cigarette is no different from other cigarettes. It's stronger and slower!"

"I got it!" Uncle, I really am not suitable for smoking, but uncle, I brought you a good cigarette here! You keep it! It's not good for your health to smoke less! " Chen Ming wiped his tears and threw away the cigarette, then smiled apologetically at Yang Dong before pulling out a large bag of cigarettes from the gift.

After knowing that father Yang could smoke, Chen Ming took some good cigarettes from home, all of them worth over a thousand yuan each. After taking a few, only his father smoked, but he liked to smoke old cigarettes that cost more than a dozen yuan, so he had no choice but to keep all of them. Now that the warehouse was full of cigarettes and good wine, he might as well take them out and offer them to the Buddha.

"Aiya! How could this be! These were all good cigarettes! Adding them up, it's worth a few thousand yuan! " Father Yang quickly waved his hands, indicating that he couldn't accept it. Although he had never smoked before, he had seen it before.

Chen Ming waved his hand nonchalantly and smiled, "It's alright, my father doesn't smoke. If I don't smoke these cigarettes, I'll be wet by then!" Just keep it! "

Yang Song also walked over and said with a smile, "Dad, back then, wasn't it popular to play Landlord? "We're playing Landlord today as well. This fellow's family has plenty of money, so we don't need to worry about that!"

Meng Shihan also walked over with a smile and said, "Don't talk about Landlord. Yang Song, you can be considered a small Landlord now, right?"

Mistress Yang was confused and did not know what the girl meant by 'landlord', but she knew what to do. She stood up and smiled, "Look at our memory. It's hot outside, come in and have some tea! Auntie will bring you some specialties to try! "

"Alright!" Meng Shihan nodded her head repeatedly. She hadn't had much water to drink today, so she was thirsty.

When Chen Ming heard the word speciality, his eyes lit up. He happily followed behind Yang Song's parents.

Ten minutes later, Chen Ming took a sip of his tea and then ate a mouthful of the radish and garlic brewed by his mother, the taste was indescribably delicious.

"Auntie!" I finally know where Yang Song's cooking skills came from. The radishes you brew are really too delicious! If this type of radish were to fry vegetables, it would be even more delicious! " Chen Ming's mouth was stuffed with radishes. He was still desperately praising his mother for her radish!

Father Yang puffed on the good cigarette Chen Ming brought him and comfortably exhaled a cloud of smoke. "This is only for eating. Tonight, I'll get your auntie to cook your eggs with radishes. The taste is even better!"

"That's great!" Chen Ming had heard about delicious food, so how could he not be happy?

Meng Shihan also nodded. All these years, she felt that it had been even more delicious. Hearing about pickled radish fried eggs, she was sure it would be delicious!

Mother Yang stood up and smiled, "You little ones can all rest and chat here. I'll kill that old hen and cook chicken soup for you tonight!" It will nourish the body! "

"Alright!"

Chen Ming nodded. Lowering his head, he took another sip of the hot tea and then let out a long and beautiful sigh of relief.

After the two elders left, Meng Shihan asked curiously, "I didn't see your family raising chickens when I came in!"

"That old hen is the one who left eggs at home. It's the one who laid eggs tonight!" Yang Song did not mind at the moment and happily ate a mouthful of the pickled radish!

"What?" He left them to lay eggs? Forget it, forget it! "It's better not to eat it. I'll go tell Auntie!" Chen Ming quickly stood up and was about to run out.0

Yang Song quickly stopped him and shouted, "Alright, alright! Wasn't it just an old hen? If it was before, would you still want to eat it? I definitely won't let it. It's different now, now that we have money, isn't it just an old hen? In the future, we'll buy a bunch and raise them up for you to eat everyday! "

Hearing this, Chen Ming thought about it carefully and then nodded: "That's right. You've earned so much money. You don't need this old hen anymore!"

As the sun set, the five of them sat in front of their house with a table full of delicious food! Pickled radish scrambled eggs, chicken soup, red-braised pork, fish tofu and two plates of vegetables grown at home! With a single glance, he could tell that they were all farm vegetables. Chen Ming almost drooled when he saw this!

"Uncle, I came in a hurry and didn't bring any good wine. I took a few bottles of Maotai from my dad's cabinet. I heard it was good wine, but I don't understand it. How about this, I'll drink two cups with you today!"

Although Chen Ming really wanted to eat it, when he saw his uncle Yang, he quickly took out a 20-year bottle of Maotai. He didn't know what kind of wine it was, but it was probably a good wine.

He placed it on the table like a treasure, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, child, let's have a drink of our own brewed rice bar. This kind of wine is too expensive, just keep it!"

"That's fine too!" Chen Ming didn't care too much about it. Even though he often went out with his father and drank a lot, he really didn't like drinking too much.

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