Take your own vegetable shop and travel to the desert road

Wei Zehan avoided Chen Yu's gaze, which made Chen Yu make up his mind to put the chicken into Xiaomi's bowl. The meat was just salty and bitter, so it should still be edible.

"Eat it. This is the pheasant that dad caught. Brother Guo Nian cooked it yourself. Eat the millet and see if it's salty. Remember to tell me if it's salty."

When Chen Yu said this, he emphasized the three words in "Guo Nian cooked it himself".

Xiaomi directly grabbed the pheasant meat from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth. He stopped halfway and looked at Guo Nian with wide eyes.

As if wondering how this person could make such unpalatable food, Xiaomi frowned, but his mouth didn't stop. He knew how precious food was, and he had to eat it if it didn't taste good, otherwise he wouldn't be able to move. .

After Xiaomi finished eating the chicken, everyone looked at him, wanting to hear what he would say.

"Water, sister, let me drink water."

Chen Yu silently handed the water bag to Xiaomi. After Xiaomi drank three large gulps of water, he spoke.

“Not tasty, bitter”

She just knew, could the food made by Guo Nian be delicious? Bitter, isn’t that salty and bitter? Half a handful of salt, exactly how big a half handful was. Chen Yu came to the bullock cart uneasy and unpacked the bag of salt.

Very good, at least one-third is missing, a full third. This is not half a handful, it is clearly a whole handful, okay?

"Is it bitter? I'll eat it and see if it's bitter."

Guo Nian picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth. Well, it was indeed bitter, even more bitter than the original pickles. What was going on? He bit the bullet and swallowed the chicken.

He looked at a few people with a red face and said in frustration.

"I don't know what's going on. Why is it so bitter? I learned how Xiaoyu cooks. I think she just grabs a handful of salt and puts it in the vegetables. Why is mine so salty?"

Chen Yu looked at Guo Nian in disbelief. What was this man talking about? He learned from her. When she was cooking, she would grab a handful of salt and sprinkle it into the dishes.

"Which of your eyes saw me grabbing a handful of salt and putting it into the vegetables? I grabbed a tiny bit, a tiny bit. Did you look carefully? Besides, your hands, can my hands be the same?

You don’t even look at how big my hands are. How big are your hands? "

The more Chen Yu talked, the angrier he became. He put his hand directly in front of Guo Nian's hand and compared it with his hand. Good guy, Guo Nian's hand was half bigger than hers.

Guo Nian looked at the hands of the two and was a little surprised. How could there be such a big difference? No wonder the salt he grabbed could kill people.

"I will definitely put salt according to the size of your hand in the future, don't worry."

Don't worry, don't worry. What else does this person want to eat in the future? How is it possible? There will be no such opportunity along the way.

Chen Yu glared at Guo Nian angrily, then said nothing. She returned to the iron pot and looked at the boiling chicken and chicken soup, worrying about how she should remedy the situation in order to save the pot of chicken.

"Sister, why don't you just make do with it, I think Xiaomi and Brother Nian can still swallow it, so why don't you just make do with it, otherwise it's a waste of a pheasant."

What Wei Zehan was thinking was that no matter how salty it was, it would still be as salty as the original pickles. He should still be able to eat them if he endured it.

"That's right, let's make do with what we have. Now that it's like this, it's better not to waste food."

After Zheng Xiang said this, he stood up and scooped out the chicken soup. He didn't scoop out a few pieces of chicken. Wei Zehan followed him and did the same. Looking at the lot of chicken left in the iron pot, Chen Yu didn't know what to say.

These two people probably didn't have common sense and didn't know that the soup was saltier than chicken. She wanted to see if her father and Ozawa could drink this bowl of chicken soup.

As expected by Chen Yu, Zheng Xiang and Wei Zehan spurted out the soup when they took the first sip, and their pupils were shaking.

There are such unpalatable things in this world. I originally thought that pickles were unpalatable, but I didn’t expect that this bowl of chicken soup would easily surpass the taste of pickles.

Wei Zehan felt more sad than drinking salt water, but fortunately Xiaomi handed him the water bag.

"Ze, don't feel uncomfortable drinking it."

Zheng Xiang immediately picked up the water bag and drank the water, suppressing the bitter taste in his mouth. Then he looked down at the chicken soup in the bowl and said helplessly to Chen Yu

"Forget it, I really can't eat this thing, I think I'd better throw it away."

Throw it away, just throw away this pot of meat. How could Chen Yu be willing to part with it? There was meat in her vegetable shop, but she couldn't explain where it came from, so naturally she couldn't take it out to eat.

She hadn't eaten meat for a long time, so she couldn't throw it away. She couldn't throw it away.

Chen Yu scooped the chicken soup on the ground until only the chicken was left in the iron pot, then poured all the water in the water bag into it, and secretly put a rock sugar the size of a quail egg into it when a few people weren't paying attention. .

"Guo Nian, peel off the skin of the sweet potatoes, cut them into pieces and put them in the pot. The sweet potatoes are sweet, and you add half the water in the water bag. The chicken will probably not be so bitter."

Guo Nian is very obedient now and dare not say a word because his mistake made the pheasant he finally hunted so hard to eat. How dare he speak? He can only act according to Chen Yu's words.

After a quarter of an hour, the sweet potatoes became soft and rotten. Chen Yu scooped up a bowl and gave it to Xiaomi first. He had no choice but to make Xiaomi, the youngest here, not learn to resist yet.

"Xiaomi, eat it. The chicken this time won't be bitter. Look, this is the sweet potato you just ate. Is it delicious?"

Chen Yu now looks like Grandma Wolf, trying to induce Xiaomi to use the spoon, because Xiaomi didn't know how to use chopsticks before, so she just grabbed it with her hands. This action made Zheng Xiang a little unhappy.

After Wei Zehan noticed it, he replaced the chopsticks with a spoon and taught Xiaomi how to use a spoon.

A spoon is simpler than chopsticks, and Xiaomi learned it quickly. He looked at the sweet potatoes and chicken in the bowl, carefully scooped up a piece of sweet potato and put it into his mouth.

Well, it's not bitter, the sweet potato is not bitter, and it's a little sweet. After tasting the taste, the millet starts to move faster and stuffs it into his mouth one spoonful at a time.

When he was holding the third spoon, he was stopped by Wei Zehan who stopped his hand and Chen Yu's words.

"Xiaomi, eat slowly, we have to eat slowly or our stomach will hurt. You don't want to have a stomachache, right?"

Xiaomi nodded. After eating only chicken in the bowl, a look of death appeared on his face. After the chicken entered his mouth, there was no unexpected bitter taste.

Seeing that there was no pained look on Xiaomi's face, Chen Yu finally let go

"It's okay, it's okay, it can still be saved."

A pot of sweet potato and chicken soup was completely wiped out by four people. When Xiaomi finished his bowl of sweet potato and chicken soup, Zheng Xiang called him to stop. A person who has been hungry for a long time cannot eat all at once. Be too full, otherwise it will cause spleen and stomach discomfort.

After finishing the meal, Chen Yu had time to check what was inside the bag.