Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

After a while, no one came in. Su's mother came out with a bowl in her hand, "Zi Zhong, who is that?"

"Huh? Ah Qing is back?"

When she saw Su Ziling, Su's mother actually felt her eyes getting hot.

"I'm back, mother. This is Zheng Bo, who brought me some mushrooms. Can you get some water for us to wash them? It rained heavily over Zheng Bo's place yesterday, and it didn't stop until midnight, so the roads are a bit muddy."

"Okay, I'll get you some water."

Su's mother turned around and went back to the house to put the bowl away. When she came out again, Grandpa Su, Grandma Su and the others had all followed her out.

Things like entertaining guests have to be done by Grandpa Su and Su's father. They have common topics and can chat at any time.

Su Ziling washed his face and went into the kitchen to take a look. The food was very simple. The staple food was century egg, brown rice, vegetable porridge and steamed corn bread. Fortunately, there were plenty of them and it was enough for him to eat.

The dishes were a bit vegetarian. She cut a piece of bacon and sausage, and took out some dried bean paste. Looking at the bracken soaked in water, she was dumbfounded.

"Mother, have you changed the water for this fern?"

Mother Su rolled her eyes at her and said, "Of course I changed it. You're not at home, so how can I not change it? It will probably go bad by the time you come back."

Su Ziling heaved a sigh of relief when she heard her say that it had been changed. She didn't want to work hard for a whole day and then lose everything.

“Is it not rotten?”

"It's not bad. The well water is relatively cool. How can it go bad so easily? I just ate it and it didn't taste bad."

Su's mother helped to light the fire, "What are you going to do?"

"A bracken fried with bacon, a bowl of fried sausage, a bowl of bean paste, let me think about what else I can have. I had dinner at someone's house last night, and they served me eggs and pig's feet. They were a great treat."

Mother Su thought for a moment and said, "Then make another preserved egg. We've made bean flour, you can cut it out and fry a bowl of it, that'll be five dishes. You can have a fern and a Houttuynia cordata dish, I stewed a bowl of pickled pork ribs this morning, and take out another bowl of the white flower you pickled, and two pieces of fermented bean curd, that'll be enough."

"Okay!" Su Ziling grinned. Every time he cooked, his biggest worry was what dishes to cook.

She fried the sausage first, put more oil in it, poured the sausage in after the oil was hot, turned it over a few times, and when the edges of the sausage were rolled up, it was ready to be served.

At this point, the sausage is cooked through and should not be fried too long, otherwise it will become dry. Tofu sausage will become hard if it is fried too dry.

After the sausage is out of the pan, fry the bean powder. The bean powder must be fried slowly over low heat, turning it over frequently, otherwise it will stick to the pan.

After the bean powder is fried, it becomes bean paste. The bean paste is cut into smaller pieces and can be fried quickly. The last step is to stir-fry bacon and fern.

When the stir-fried dishes were served, she took out the pickled white flowers, added a few more bowls, and moved the table a little further with Su's mother. Then she went out to call the old man and the others to eat.

Mr. Zheng over there was still calm and composed, but the other two felt a little uncomfortable. When they entered the main room, they saw two rows of wooden chairs in the room, which was a style they had never seen before.

There are several cushions on the chair, which are soft and comfortable to sit on, and there is even one behind the waist.

There were two tables in the middle of the room. Against the wall was a very tall octagonal table, and below was a dining table with a plate of melon seeds on it. They didn't recognize many of the things in it, except for two of them: sunflower seeds and sweet potato seeds.

The other plate was filled with pastries that looked very tempting, in small pieces with melon seeds and sesame seeds on the surface.

As soon as they sat down, Grandpa Su poured them a cup of tea, and then handed them some melon seeds and cakes. The two were too embarrassed to take them, and only after Grandpa Su handed them several times did they each take a piece of cake.

The pastry is very fragrant, with a light milky flavor. I took a bite and it was soft, but not as soft as steamed buns. The melon seeds on the skin were very crispy, and it was sweet after eating, but not greasy.

The two men were like country people entering the county town, and were so shocked by what they saw that they didn't know what to say.

They had come to deliver sweet potatoes and beans several times, but they had never entered the house. At that time, they thought that this room was no different from theirs.

Now it seems that those wealthy families are probably no more than this, right?

They didn't know that the chair was a wooden sofa that Su Ziling had asked the old man to make, and that the soft seat and back cushions were sewn by Su Amai. When she shelled corn, she would leave the corn silk and use it to sew the back cushions and back cushions. They were extremely soft, but the downside was that they had to be replaced once a year.

The melon seed plate contains melon seeds, dried sweet potatoes, fried chestnuts, some leftover cloves, and finally some hanging melon seeds.

Su Ziling bought some pastries from a milk seller she met on her way to the county that day. After returning, she made a bunch of shaqi ma, which used a lot of eggs and flour. Su Ziling was really heartbroken.

She was afraid that it would fail, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be quite successful. Grandma Su especially loved it, so she just put it in her room.

There were many guests coming and going at home, so Grandma Su put out two fruit plates. Everyone ate some, and she added more the next day.

The two of them ate cakes and drank tea, and no one knew what to say. Mr. Zheng and Mr. Su got along very well, while Su's father chatted with the other two.

Mr. Su is actually a little tongue-tied and not very good at chatting, except when he is talking to his own people.

But he only realized today that he was so good at chatting. It was because those two people were distracted that they answered every question asked by Su's father.

It was also the first time that Su's father realized that chatting was more tiring than working.

Fortunately, Su Ziling came to rescue him, "Grandpa, Uncle Zheng, it's time for breakfast."

Old Master Su stood up and said, "Come on, come on, let's have a nice drink. It's just some simple food, so you can make do with it."

The moment he saw her, Father Su breathed a sigh of relief, especially since he was the last one to leave. When he came to Su Ziling, he gave her a look of gratitude.

Su Ziling was full of questions.

"???"

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" she asked in a low voice.

"Oh, don't mention it. It's all tears. Let's eat, eat."

"Come, come, come, old man, sit here. You can drink, right? I'll give you a full glass." Grandpa Su led him to a seat, then took out his jar of wine.

"Just a little bit, we have to hurry on our way soon." Mr. Zheng held the cup, fearing that Mr. Su would pour too much.

"Just eat something. I didn't know you were coming, otherwise I would have stewed a duck in advance. You don't know that this girl may not have any skills, but the sour radish and duck soup she makes is amazing. I will definitely invite you to try it someday."

Looking at the table filled with dishes, Mr. Zheng felt like swearing.

Is this what you call simple? Just something to eat?

If it's not that simple, then we need to pull another table over.

Also, what do you mean this girl has no ability?

You still have no ability even after all this?

If she is an incompetent person, then what kind of person is considered capable?

Mr. Zheng didn't know the word Versailles, otherwise he would have jumped up and called Mr. Su Versailles.

Of course, the situation was not much better at this moment. I was probably already complaining about Mr. Su in my heart.