Traveling through books in the 70s: The group favors the Wang family’s little koi carp

Not to mention how excited Shen Youwen was in the transportation team when his master suddenly stopped him and told him to "start a small stove" for him after get off work.

Just talk about the Shen family.

The people in the four houses went crazy eating the goose stewed in an iron pot specially made by Shen Jin in his private kitchen!

In the words of Mrs. Cai, that is——

"Eat slowly, are you all going to be reincarnated as hungry ghosts?"

"Hey, this old lady like me hasn't even eaten a few bites, and most of the pot has gone down..."

Shen Yousheng put a piece of meat in the bowl, and Mrs. Cai felt soft.

She was about to praise her grandson for being smart today.

Just listen to Shen Yousheng's stupid words: "My sister, tell me how you developed this skill?"

"Just this stewed goose in an iron pot. I dare say that the rural banquets in eight villages in the ten miles away, regardless of whether it is the brigade captain or the village secretary who is hosting a wedding, are not as good as your craftsmanship!"

He picked up the potato chunks in his bowl: "Especially the potato chunks here, are they potatoes?"

Shen Jiang glared at him: "Eat yours, what is this if it's not a potato? A ginseng fruit?"

Shen Yousheng slapped his thigh!

Shen Youwu, who was sitting next to him, was shocked!

Shen Yousheng had a serious face: "It's just ginseng fruit! I'll give it a try. It's so delicious. Try it. It's more delicious than meat!"

He put the potato pieces in his hands into his mouth in a decent manner, savoring them carefully like a glutton, nodding his head with his eyes closed.

"The outside is charred and the inside is tender. There is a thin layer of crispy skin on the outside of the potatoes. As long as I bite it lightly..."

He covered his mouth: "It's like quicksand! Ouch, take a sip with your mouth, you don't even have to chew it, the whole potato chunks will melt in your mouth!"

He chirped twice more: "Tsk tsk, it's absolutely delicious. It's so chewy and chewy. It's even more delicious than meat after you've absorbed enough of the soup!"

I heard him emphasize twice that potatoes are more delicious than meat, and it seems that he really thinks so.

Mrs. Cai raised her eyebrows and put down her chopsticks: "Okay, thank you for your success. Everyone knows that the filial piety is putting meat in the breast."

"You are picking out the ones you don't like to eat for me, and the ones you like to eat are secretly adding them to your bowl!"

Shen Jin glanced over, don't tell me, her breasts are a 'base', she put it very vividly.

The potatoes in her fourth brother's bowl were not even lumpy, but they were turned into a mountain of mashed potatoes!

Good guy, with this craft, if you don't become a bricklayer, you will be a waste of talent.

This mountain of potatoes is piled up in all directions, solid and solid, not to mention how honest it is.

Shen Yousheng smiled at Old Mrs. Cai with a shy face, and went down with his head down while everyone was off guard.

When he raised his head again, half of the mashed potato mountain was bitten off by him!

When this unique skill of "sitting on the mountain and eating the mountain in the sky" was revealed, it made Mrs. Cai very angry.

"Shen Yousheng! You are so promising. You are not protecting the food of Erhuang next door. What's wrong? Are you afraid that my old lady will snatch your potato pieces?"

"It's not milk. I'm afraid you'll punish me by not eating potatoes."

The young Shen Yousheng never imagined that one day he would protect the food of 'Potato'.

God knows that before the separation, he prayed every New Year that he would be able to live a life of eating a lot of meat in the future, and that potatoes, sweet potatoes, cornstarch, etc. would not be touched by him.

But did not expect ...

Shen Yousheng had tears in his eyes because he had never seen potatoes before and didn't know that potatoes could be such a delicious thing!

Shen Jin couldn't stand it. If she hadn't made the stewed goose in the iron pot on the table with her own hands, and if she hadn't peeled the potatoes with her own hands.

Just because of her fourth brother's rainbow fart, she was afraid that she might get confused and wonder whether what she made was potatoes or ginseng fruit.

"Nai, fourth brother is joking with you. You are not in good health. It's up to you to eat more meat to replenish your health. Just let him dig into the potato mountain with his mouth."

Shen Jin gave her milk and took another chopstick of meat: "Don't be reluctant to eat it. Our family is better off now. You see, I'm lucky. I can lock the goose throat when I go into the mountains and come back."

"It's a goose today. Maybe I'll be able to ride a wild boar back tomorrow. I won't be able to finish all the meat by then..."

Mrs. Cai followed Shen Jin's words and looked forward to the future while eating meat, her mung bean eyes narrowed happily.

The tender goose meat was eaten together with the cornstarch noodles and pot sticker pancakes. The taste was so good that she even forgot that there was a naughty boy waiting for her to clean up.

Shen Yousheng quietly raised his hand to Shen Jingong under the table. It had to be his sister. If she said she would save his life, he would save his life. Just now, he thought that the old lady was going to use the rolling pin with him again.

Not only him, but also Lu Xiwang, who had been minimizing his presence and focusing only on eating, couldn't help but cast admiring glances at Shen Jin.

It's not because Shen Jin coaxed the old lady into doing something.

But... Shen Jin is really good at bragging. Lu Xiwang couldn't help but give her a thumbs up. In her age, she has never seen anyone who can brag so naturally.

And riding a wild boar back one day... Why didn't she say that she could fly back in the sky one day?

The key point is that Mrs. Cai is also a ruthless person. If her granddaughter dares to brag, she dares to listen.

No matter whether this thing is reliable or not, it seems that he sincerely believes in the bullshit that Shen Jin blows.

She silently lamented in her heart that the entire Shen family was ruthless, and their wisdom had been blinded by family affection.

She can't imitate the Shen family. Shen Jin's cooking skills are good, but she can't trade them with the brains of the diners, right?

……

At this time, Lu Xiwang still didn’t know that it would be in the near future.

One day, she actually saw Shen Jin coming back riding a wild boar, and her jaw was so shocked that she dislocated it on the spot... Of course, this is something to say later.

The westmost house of Shen's family.

The couple in the third room were busy preparing dinner on the stove outside.

One cooks and the other holds the kerosene lamp. The couple has a clear division of labor and strives not to lose a grain of corn stubble outside, so as not to buy a large or second bedroom at a discount.

Shen Xiaobao sat in the room rubbing his hands and looking at a lunch box of goose stewed in an iron pot in front of him, so greedy that his mouth watered.

This was the reward he got back after selling his soul. Fortunately, Shen Jin was not like him and kept his word. He promised to give him goose meat and packed a lunch box for him in the evening.

Seeing how fragrant Jioti was, he raised his hand to wipe away the unsatisfactory drool that he couldn't hold back.

Just as he was about to shout to his mother to ask when dinner would be served, he heard his father standing outside lamenting that it would be nice to have a flashlight, but the kerosene lamp was still dim after all...

Somehow, the words to urge the meal to start came to his lips, but Shen Xiaobao opened his mouth and had no intention of urging him.

He knew that his grandfather, Old Shen, had a flashlight, and that his fourth uncle had sent it back from the army.

But I have always been reluctant to use it, saying that it requires a large battery and is difficult to adjust.

But Rao cherishes it so much that he won't turn on the flashlight to consume electricity, but every time he comes back late after playing crazy outside.

Old Shen would still go to the village with a flashlight to call him.

He was afraid that someone would lead him up the mountain and that he would be trapped in the mountain if he didn't come back.

Shen Xiaobao held his big face, and the inexplicable emotions he felt during the day seemed to surge up again.

His father... had always been very kind to him.

Malted milk, fruits, biscuits, goose meat...all the delicious food, as long as his father has it, he can definitely take a bite regardless of whether others can eat it.

I remembered what my mother said about the meal at my uncle’s house in the evening. She said that there was no oil or water left in the shared pot after the meal was finished, and it was cleaner than even washing the pot.

Maybe he ate some crappy stuff.

The more Shen Xiaobao thinks about it, the more unhappy he becomes...