59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The price is too high.

Ten yuan for two turtledoves weighing at most one pound?

It's more than just black!

If it were someone else, Niu Gengshen would definitely show off his dragon-slaying sword skills.

If he didn't cut it down to 4 yuan, he would have wasted all these years!

But looking at the old man's situation, considering the recent needs of the leader.

Ten yuan is ten yuan!

Anyway, it's not his money, so what if he saves it, it won't go into his pocket!

Under Chen Feng's shocked eyes, this "sky-high" deal was reached!

'It's really fucking black! '

Niu Gengshen and Chen Feng cursed in their hearts almost at the same time.

The black of the two people naturally has different meanings!

The old man took the ten yuan and was in a good mood.

"If you arrange the work earlier, I will arrange Xiaofeng to go up the mountain earlier. You know, the wild boars, rabbits, pheasants and so on in the mountains are getting fewer and fewer every day."

Niu Gengshen also understood this. When he thought that many wild boars, rabbits and pheasants were caught by competitors in the mountains, he wanted to let Chen Feng go immediately.

There was no way. Luck is also very important in hunting.

In such a large forest, it is impossible for hunting teams to find the traces of prey at any time.

"Don't worry, I promise to get it done before the 20th."

Director Niu left in a hurry, and Zhou Qing came back on time on her bicycle.

Since there was no shortage of food at home, she rode her bicycle out, mostly to exchange coarse grains for medicinal materials in the mountains in the countryside, which were prepared for tiger bone wine.

"Dad, most of the herbs you want are ready."

"I'll go make lunch."

The old man waved his hand and said, "Wait, I'll tell you something."

He told her about going to work at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and transferring his household registration to the city of Beijing.

"Dad, is this true?"

Zhou Qing couldn't believe it.

She was born into a fisherman family, had never been to school, couldn't do writing work, and didn't have much strength. It would be better for her to stay at home and take care of the children than to work on the front line of the factory.

Even for a purchaser, a large factory has its own recruitment requirements.

It's not that I didn't think about letting Chen Feng get through Ye Jin's relationship before, but my son obviously didn't want her to go to work.

There's no shortage of food and drink at home, is it necessary to go to work?

But in the eyes of adults, going to work obviously has a special meaning!

"Lily, mommy has to go to work too!"

Zhou Qing picked up her daughter who came to deliver "sugar water" and turned around at the door of the main room.

"Hehehe."

The little girl laughed happily.

She didn't know what her mother was happy about, but she was happy.

"Mom, drink some water!"

Chen Feng has been free recently, so he prepared a syrup of "orange juice + well water + sugar" and put it in a large bowl.

The little girl was weak and couldn't hold the bowl, so she liked to take a spoon and slowly scoop water into the cup.

One spoonful from the big pot, one spoonful from herself, one spoonful from the big pot, one spoonful from grandpa, one spoonful from the big pot, one spoonful from grandma, one spoonful from the big pot, one spoonful from mother.

It's fair and reasonable!

Zhou Qing drank the syrup in the cup in one breath and gave the empty cup to her daughter.

"Where's your big brother?"

The little girl danced with joy and said excitedly: "Roast the little bird."

When I came to the kitchen, I saw Chen Feng was using the oil he had carefully prepared, holding a clean brush, and constantly brushing the turtledoves with oil.

The remaining five turtledoves and two little birds were all cleaned by him.

Put them on a wire mesh and roast them across the red coal balls on the ground, and occasionally turn them over with chopsticks to prevent them from burning.

On the stool next to her, there was a bowl filled with peanut oil, chili powder, chopped shallots and other mixed seasonings.

If it were in the past, she would definitely feel sorry for the oil.

"Mom, this little rice is probably not enough."

The old lady who was washing rice smiled and said, "Xiaofeng and the little girl will eat roasted turtledoves. They don't eat porridge, so it's just the three of us."

At this time, the kitchen already had a faint fragrance, the fragrance of shallots.

The little girl squatted quietly on the side, sniffing hard, her little eyes fixed on the fattest turtledove, her throat trembling.

"Big pot, so fragrant!"

"Can I eat it?"

Chen Feng smiled and picked up a piece of meat from the turtledove's leg with chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

Chen Li happily opened her little mouth and ate it, her eyes narrowed.

"Big pot, delicious."

"Cooked."

Cooked is naturally not cooked through, the meat inside will probably take a while, but the skin of the bird leg is definitely cooked.

When the turtledoves and small birds are almost cooked, give the little girl the fattest one first.

Use a small sword to cut the fattest one into two halves, leave one half in the bowl, and give the other half to Chen Li.

"Go to the table and eat."

The little girl couldn't wait, sat on the ground, grabbed the turtledove with one hand, tore off a bird leg with one hand, opened her mouth and bit it, full of meaty aroma.

"How can you eat like this?"

Zhou Qing was a little angry that his daughter was sitting on the ground eating roasted turtledove, especially because the newly bought cotton-padded jacket was stained with grease, even the cotton-padded jacket on the chest was greasy.

"Go to the table and eat."

After forcibly taking the turtledove from his daughter's hand, the little girl immediately burst into tears and looked at Chen Feng very sadly.

"Big pot, mother took my meat."

"Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to eat, how can you forget what I said, food should be eaten at the table, you are not allowed to sit on the ground, you are not allowed to dirty your clothes, you are not allowed to eat with your hands, do you understand?"

Zhou Qing put half of the turtledove in a small bowl on the table, grabbed Chen Li and pulled her to the stool.

With the turtledove, the little girl immediately turned from crying to laughing.

Then, continue to eat with your hands.

"Mom, she is only three years old now, she can only catch it with her hands." Chen Feng said with a smile.

Zhou Qing put three turtledoves into the plate and covered them with a large porcelain bowl upside down to keep them warm.

"It's time to learn how to use chopsticks!"

"You eat first, I'll bring these three to Jun Ge, Jianguo and Chen Hao."

A harmonious family is like this, good things are shared together, and everyone is treated equally.

Although the family is poor and lacks supplies, they are very happy.

Chen Feng directly took a turtledove with his hands and ate the most taboo bird leg meat, saying: "Mom, you sit down and eat, I'll send it over after I finish this."

He had eaten fruit and didn't want to drink porridge and salted fish, so he ate a roasted turtledove to deal with it casually. Anyway, he was hungry and could drink well water to replenish his energy.

He quickly finished his first barbecue and wiped his hands with a rag.

Put the plate out of the old-fashioned wooden cylindrical food box.

After seeing this, Chen Li thought that there was no food in the big pot, so she quickly raised the fattest turtledove in her hand.

"Big pot."

Chen Feng held the food box in his left hand, and couldn't help pinching her little face with his right hand.

How could he not like such a sister.

"I won't eat, you eat it."

The old man came in with a bottle of bulk liquor, and looked at the little girl eating, and smiled happily.

"When we were in Tianjin, I gave you crabs, and you did the same thing, making your clothes greasy. Your mother was so angry that she wanted to spank you, so you ran to my room."

Related memories emerged in Chen Feng's mind, and he said, "But why do I remember that you didn't help me, but let my mother hit me harder."

"Ahem, you remembered it wrong!"

The old man opened the bottle of wine calmly, picked up a piece of barbecue and put it in his mouth.

"Grandpa, how is it?" Chen Feng asked with great anticipation.

"It's a little overcooked. The coal is too hot. You should be farther away so that the meat won't burn easily." The old man commented, "You used a lot of oil, otherwise it would be even overcooked."

"Nonsense, I think it's good!" The old lady said bluntly, "When you roasted sparrows, nine out of ten sparrows were burnt. You still have the nerve to say that your grandson's cooking skills are not good."

Turning her head, she asked the little girl.

"Lili, is it delicious?"

Chen Li nodded her head quickly, her mouth full.