My system has a field

Chapter 122 Meeting Tu Meier by chance

"Master Tu, don't you have a navel orange orchard?" Tu Chonggui speaks a strong Lingbei mountain dialect, and Kuang Dejun only needs to communicate with him in the local dialect.

"Yes, are you the boss of Fruit Harvest? Well, my granddaughter happened to be back, and I asked her to talk to you." The old man handed the phone to another girl.

"Boss, hello, I'm Tu Meier, may I ask if you want to harvest fruit?"

Tu Meier's voice actually came from the phone. This ghostly and elf girl turned out to be a girl from the mountains, but she couldn't see a bit of rural flavor from her, and she was dressed like a city person.

Kuang Dejun deliberately pinched his nose, changed his voice to tease her: "Yes, how big is your orchard, and what price do you want to sell your fruit?"

Tu Meier said in a clear voice: "Boss, to be honest, apart from the inconvenience of transportation, the quality of the fruits in my grandfather's orchard is definitely better than those in other orchards!"

Kuang Dejun asked: "You have never eaten navel oranges from other people's orchards. How do you know they are better than navel oranges from other people's orchards?"

Tu Meier was choked by one sentence, why does this person speak like this, can he speak, one sentence kills everything.

"You'll know when you come to the orchard to taste it when you have time. My grandfather's orchard has an area of ​​more than one hundred mu, and the fruit is five years old." Tu Meier said slowly after a while.

"I heard that your Lingbei Village is far away from the county seat, and the roads are difficult to walk. Trucks can't even drive in, and harvesting fruits is a problem." Kuang Dejun said again.

"The trucks can be parked at Dayueling. We use tractors or bullock carts to pull out the harvested fruits without affecting the boss's harvest."

Kuang Dejun held back his laughter and said, "You still use an ox cart, are you sure it's not a horse cart?"

Tu Meier said: "The boss is from a big city, haven't you seen a bullock cart?"

Kuang Dejun resumed his voice: "My girl's voice is very sweet. Let's get to know each other. How about making friends?"

Tu Meier said pleasantly: "Ah, you are Brother Kuang, you are a bad bastard! Why do you have my grandfather's phone number? Do you want to reap the results?"

Kuang Dejun said earnestly: "Now is the navel orange harvesting period. When I am bored, I go to harvest the fruit and earn a little money."

"You don't really belong to Ye Jinchang, the Zishan mad dragon, do you?" Tu Meier asked.

"Could it be that he contacted you?" Ye Jinchang searched in detail, and he was familiar with the orchard in that corner.

"Sent a bullshit agreement to my grandfather, full of threats, as if the orchard belonged to him."

"Are you going to ignore him?"

"See what he wants!"

It's terrible, but with your little sister, can you do it better than others?

"Well, I'll visit your grandfather's orchard tomorrow, and we'll talk about the specifics when we meet." Kuang Dejun thought for a while and said, "It seems that someone said that he wanted to invite me as a guest?"

"Come on, let me treat you to a feast of fruits from the mountains, and there are many mountain products that you have never eaten before."

"Sounds delicious, I'm looking forward to it!"

Seeing his granddaughter chatting so enthusiastically with a stranger, Tu Zhonggui was inexplicably depressed. Young people nowadays, especially girls, have no defense at all what is going on.

Seeing her grandpa's expression turned pale, Tu Meier hurriedly returned the phone to him: "Grandpa, it's from an acquaintance. He said that he would visit the orchard tomorrow!"

"Is it the guy who distributed the posters?"

"Of course not. If so, I'll ignore him."

"What's the matter with people now? Landlords and tyrants didn't do this before. When they saw that the fruit was ripe, they said they had to be sold by hand. Instead, I couldn't sell the fruit I planted myself." The old man murmured to himself. Yu: "Like the bandits before, but a little more refined than the bandits, the bandits immediately robbed..."

"Brother Dejun, dinner is ready, come greet the boss!" Qiu Dongliang shouted to Kuang Dejun outside the courtyard.

Nowadays, people really can't live without their mobile phones for a moment.Chatting, sending WeChat, and watching Moments have all become bow-headed people.

Kuang Dexi brought a plate of native chicken stewed straw mushroom soup to the table.

"Come on, bosses, let's wait while we eat, take advantage of the heat, and have a sip of soup first!"

There are a few who have to drive, so the alcohol is free.

While drinking tea just now, Kuang Yingzi took out the fruits he had at home: a bunch of yellow yuan rice, a pot of dried sweet potatoes, a box of cooked peanuts, rice popping candy, and fried iron spoon rice crackers.Several plates were put on the table, and the guests ate these snacks while drinking tea and chatting happily.

Kuang Dexi then brought an aluminum pot to dry the bamboo rat. He put an induction cooker in the center of the table, plugged it in, and placed the aluminum pot on it.The delicious taste of bamboo rat with pure spicy flavor comes out elegantly.

"This bamboo rat meat is really delicious!" He Zhihong first put a piece of rat meat into his mouth, chewed it, and the taste was a bit special.

As a high-end foodie traveling all over the world, He Zhihong can be regarded as half a gourmet.Of course, because he has to do business, tasting delicious food is just incidental.

The taste was good, and he quickly picked up another chopstick of rat meat.

There are bamboo rats, umami straw mushrooms, peppers, dried bamboo shoots in the dry pot bamboo rats... all kinds of aromas are mixed together, making people linger and forget after eating.

"Mr. He, how does it taste?" Huo Zhendong is from Hong Kong, and he often eats these stir-fried bamboo rats in hotels.

"One word, praise!" He Zhihong didn't want to waste his words, he was completely attracted by the delicious taste of dry pot rat meat.

Huo Zhendong said: "I'd better have a sip of chicken stewed straw mushroom soup, it tastes very mellow!"

Mmm, delicious!This soup is rare...

Seeing that He Zhihong and the others buried their heads and said nothing, the chopsticks kept picking up like flying, and seeing that the dry pot of bamboo rats was about to bottom out, Huo Zhendong finally caught a piece of rat meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, the rare savory taste made him feel refreshed, and at the same time, he was deeply regretful that the bamboo rat meat in such a dry pot tasted ten times better than that made by the chef of the Gangdong Hotel.

A plate of bamboo rats in a dry pot was wiped out, and no one said a word during it.

"Brother Dexi, the cooking speed can't keep up with the rhythm." Kuang Dejun wanted to go to the kitchen to urge Kuang Dexi, but seeing a few people staring at him with green eyes, looking like hungry wolves descending the mountain, he felt that he couldn't keep up with the diners The speed is normal.

Kuang Dexi brought a bowl of green vegetables and taro, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and another bowl of fried rabbit meat with bitter melon on the table. The giant rice cooked in the rice cooker on the other counter also opened the lid.

"Everyone eat slowly, there is another braised wild rabbit, a plate of dry-stir-fried local chicken, coming soon!" Kuang Dexi said to everyone with a smile on his face.

"Here comes the big chef, brother, your cooking skills are very good. It's a shame to live in the countryside instead of going to a big hotel. Brother, do you want me to introduce you to Gangdong Hotel as a cook? Don't worry about their hotel." Even the great chefs can't stir up your level, if you go, you will definitely suppress them." Huo Zhendong asked.

Kuang Dexi still said the same thing: "It's not my cooking skills that are good, it's the boss's ingredients that are good. When I cook at home, my wife and daughter think my cooking is not delicious."

(End of this chapter)