Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

Yang Mo looked at the old man's delicious food, but he always felt that the old man's beard was in the way.

When eating, you have to tuck your chin, otherwise the oily soup will stick to it.

"Well, it's delicious, let me tell you, this is the real imperial banquet method." The old man was very proud after eating a piece of meat.

Yang Mo was very calm: "It's pretty good, it's already amazing that you can do this all the time."

What Yang Mo said was the truth, he was indeed better than most cooks.

The old man snorted: "Why, it seems that you still look down on you."

Yang Mo shook his head and said: "That's not true, but if you can fry the sugar color, it's both good-looking and delicious. Also, the fire was not turned on at the beginning, and the skin of the meat is not chewy enough. Well, there is still a lack of fragrant leaves, and too much soy sauce. Yes, the taste is a little bit stronger."

What Yang Mo said was based on her experience. The so-called soy sauce is only a little too much, but this is often the case, and the dishes come out with two flavors.

After Yang Mo finished speaking, the old man didn't even eat, so he looked at her and said, "Expert, why have you also learned how to be diligent? You can be an imperial cook at this level."

Yang Mo smiled lightly, with an air of superiority: "After barely studying for a few days, I won't be able to enter the hall of elegance."

The old man curled his lips: "You are considered talented at this age to be able to do this, so don't be shy."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to remember something, quickly put down his chopsticks, and opened the two lunch boxes brought by Yang Mo.

This girl is capable and has good things, and the food she brought can't be bad.

The old man still has this bit of judgment, and the result naturally did not disappoint him.

"Splendid White Sliced ​​Chicken!"

"meat ball with soy sauce!"

Opening a lunch box, the old man exclaimed, although the food doesn't look very good in the lunch box, but the taste and the edge of the knife can reflect, this dish is definitely not ordinary.

Yang Mo was taken aback by the old man's words, the braised lion head was alright, how could a poached chicken still have a beautiful name.

"That's a white-cut chicken, not a splendid chicken." Yang Mo explained.

The old man looked at the two dishes and was not in a hurry to eat them. After hearing Yang Mo's explanation, the old man said, "Splendid White Chicken is called the Imperial Banquet. Didn't your master tell you?"

Yang Mo: "I don't have a master."

The old man glanced at her: "Impossible, these are all recipes for a serious imperial banquet, plus your girl's knowledge, no one will believe it, and it is passed down from family, your ancestors have an imperial cook?"

Yang Mo shook his head: "I followed the recipe."

The old man didn't believe it: "If you can make this by looking at the recipe, then you will be a genius."

Yang Mo smiled: "I'm a genius, you should eat it quickly, it won't taste good anymore."

The old man took another deep breath of the aroma before he began to eat.

I also know that my teeth are bad, and he only eats chicken skin.

"Well, it's smooth and tender enough, and the chicken fat has been absorbed, good workmanship."

Then I ate the lion's head, which was soft and glutinous, and the old man whetted his appetite.

Yang Mo didn't follow suit, she wasn't used to seeing the old man's beard.

The old man ate very slowly. Although he didn't eat much, he chewed slowly. He ate a meal for nearly four to ten minutes.

After the meal, the old man said with satisfaction: "I haven't tasted this taste for many years, it's so good."

Yang Mo was testing his guess: "Your old man used to eat good things, didn't he?"

The old man: "It's a bit rare to eat, it's all happened when I was a child."

Yang Mo said cautiously: "What good things did you see when you were young?"

The old man said in an angry tone: "Okay, you little girl, don't try it, it's too simple for your little trick."

Hearing what the old man said, Yang Mo asked directly: "Is your last name Aixinjueluo?"

The old man laughed: "Hey, do you know Aixinjueluo?"

Those who come back in later generations will naturally know this surname that was rotten by TV dramas, but at this time, few people really know it.

The old man sighed and said, "I haven't heard of this surname for many years, and it's rare that someone still remembers it."

Then the old man stopped talking, as if he was caught in the memory.

Yang Mo didn't bother him, just stayed by himself.

After a while, the old man came back to his senses and said: "Since ancient times, dynasties have changed, so there is no such thing as a long live country."

Yang Mo: "You don't need to think so much when you're old. It's better to enjoy your old age. I've been here twice, and I haven't seen your family. It can't be you."

The old man: "Only myself, I had a wife when I was young, and then the world was in chaos, so I left, and I didn't look for it again, and I didn't have any children."

Yang Mo: "It's really lonely, but one person is full and the whole family is not hungry."

The old man smiled and said, "I have never seen you comforting others like this. To be honest, do you miss my things?"

Yang Mo: "I didn't want to comfort you when you were old. Besides, at your age, what else can you look forward to besides eating and drinking."

The old man: "You girl has a cruel mouth, why didn't I expect it, if I die, there must be someone who throws a basin, you are not a man, otherwise, I will give you everything, just you can throw a basin for me .”

Yang Mo didn't believe that, and of course he didn't care if others believed it, so he said: "This is a bit difficult. Besides, at this time, your things are not as easy as money. If you take ten yuan, someone may help you. Take a bunch of things. You see Do you dare?"

The old man: "I can see it, you just came here for my things."

Yang Mo: "It's not that exaggerated, the things are yours, you can change them if you want, but I have to leave tomorrow, and you can only find someone else to change them at that time."

The old man sighed and said: "Although you are not a very good girl, at least you can have a few words with my old man. After you leave, I have to wander on the street again."

Yang Mo didn't like to hear it: "Don't act like you're always taking gunpowder, can you make it up, you're so disgusting."

The old man: "Tch, they are not sensible, so I can't get used to them."

Yang Mo got up to help the old man clean up the dishes, and said by the way: "At your age, you should take it easy. The neighbors around you will be better off, and maybe they will help you at critical times."

Seeing that Yang Mo was busy, the old man didn't say no, lying on a recliner on one side, he seemed to enjoy the life of eating and drinking very much.

After Yang Mo cleaned up, he came over to say goodbye: "You should rest, I'll take my leave first."

The old man closed his eyes and said nothing.

Yang Mo had already reached the gate before the old man called her.

"Girl, don't worry, come in."

Yang Mo entered the room after hearing it.

The old man said, "Why, don't you want anything?"

Yang Mo: "These are a rarity for me. It doesn't matter if I can get it or not, I don't force it."

Old man: "Do you want to sell something after taking it?"

Yang Mo said: "I want to keep it for myself. This thing won't sell for more than ten years. Besides, I'm not short of money. Like you said, it's also a cultural relic, isn't it?"

The old man took a deep breath and said, "Most of my things are gone. I don't have much now. They are all good things. How much food can you exchange for me?"

Look, this is definitely a glutton, Yang Mo thought, he was not wrong in his judgment.

"I can give you as much rice noodles as possible, and I can give you some whole meat."

The old man said: "You can still get meat? What meat."

Yang Mo: "Don't worry, it's all good meat. Show me your stuff first."