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The dinner was arranged by Yan Che.

The orange tree in his yard was revived overnight, bloomed overnight, and bore fruit in one day. People in the bay said it was a fairy, a good omen... Yan Guoqiang was in high spirits, and stayed with him in the yard, talking loudly with a few old people.

Of course, the most important reason was that Yan Guoqiang was overjoyed when he heard the old people's praise of Yan Che, his back straightened and his voice raised a lot.

For Yan Guoqiang who was so happy, Yan Che couldn't spoil his old man's interest, so he rolled up his sleeves, put on a linen apron, washed his hands and cooked... dried noodles.

What Yan Che cooks is simple, quick, nutritious and delicious kimchi egg silk noodle.

After removing the kimchi from the jar, soak it in clean water to wash off the salt water on the surface, slice it into shreds, and marinate it with pepper noodles, chili noodles and a little monosodium glutamate.

Beat three soil eggs, add some flour and water and stir in a large bowl.On the hot pot, add a little lard that has condensed into white snow (lard made from pig fat is mostly eaten in rural areas, and vegetable oil is only rapeseed oil squeezed from rapeseed, and the price is not low), wait for lard After melting, pour the batter evenly mixed with egg flour in a large bowl into it, and carefully spread it into a thin egg pancake.Once out of the pan, cut into shreds as well.

Then use a spatula to dig out a small half of the solidified lard fat, put it in a pot and heat it. After the lard melts, pour in the marinated kimchi shreds and stir fry for a while.

When you feel that the shredded kimchi has been soaked in oil, pour in a little water to just cover the ingredients in the pot, cover the pot and simmer for 2 minutes, boil the salt in the kimchi into the water, pour in the shredded egg cake, and use a pot Stir with a shovel and stir-fry for a while, then shovel it out of the pot, and spread the sauce on the vermicelli that is taken out and put into a bowl.

Sprinkle a few scallions dug from the home-grown field on the noodles, wash and chop chopped green onions, and then you can eat them.

When Yan Che took the noodle bowl out of the kitchen, the aroma from the noodle bowl made several elderly people in the courtyard sniff their noses and swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva: "Fourth, what is your third son doing? So fragrant?"

Hearing someone ask, Yan Che put the noodle bowl on the big wooden table in the main room, then turned around and smiled: "I just cooked a bowl of plain noodles. Don't go back, Fourth Grandpa, why don't you stay and have a midnight snack together?"

Hearing this, Yan Guoqiang also nodded, and tried to persuade the old people to stay.

An old man with gray hair and a few thumb-sized age spots on his face looked at the two bowls of steaming hot noodle bowls on the big wooden table in the main room, then waved his hands and shook his head: "No, no, fourth, good fortune Well, Xiao San'er is good at studying, and now I'm cooking for you."

When the old people heard this, they all nodded in agreement, looking at Yan Guoqiang with complicated envy.

When Yan Guoqiang heard such words, his neck was raised again: "Ha, fourth uncle, you are joking, ha ha." Although these words are humble, everyone can see the pride in Yan Guoqiang's eyes.

Seeing that Yan Che's house was about to have dinner, and the old people couldn't stay here any longer, they all left and went back to their respective homes.

When Yan Guoqiang entered the room, he even put his hands behind his back, took the square steps in the opera, and hummed the familiar tunes from "Shajiabang".

Seeing this, Yan Che couldn't help holding back his laughter.

"Hey, eat noodles." Seeing Yan Guoqiang grinning and staring at the noodle bowl, he was about to get the cigarette rod pinned to his belt, Yan Che handed the chopsticks to Yan Guoqiang's hand: "If you can smoke as little as you can, smoke as little as possible." Smoke, you always cough at night."

"Uh." Yan Guoqiang put the cigarette rod into his belt again, took the chopsticks: "I'm bothering you?"

Shaking his head, Yan Che said solemnly, "It's because you smoke a lot that you cough at night."

"Ah... is that so?" Yan Guoqiang stared blankly at his beloved young son.

Yan Che nodded and said, "Did you feel phlegm in your throat after smoking?"

Seeing Yan Guoqiang nodding his head like a good student, Yan Che continued, "That's because of your smoking." Pointing to his right chest, Yan Che looked at Yan Guoqiang and said, "Hey, this is the lung, isn't it?"

Yan Guoqiang nodded obediently again, he knew this.

"Hey, you smoke, the inside is blackened, that's why you have phlegm." Yan Che said maliciously, he really wanted Yan Guoqiang to quit smoking.After all, this home-baked shredded tobacco has a lot of tar, which is really bad for your health.Especially in the two nights since he came back, Yan Guoqiang could cough heart-piercingly in the middle of the night, which made Yan Che feel even more distressed when he heard it.

"Ah? Then I have been smoking for so many years..." Yan Guoqiang was really shocked by Yan Che, and his small eyes were wide open.

"Yeah." Yan Che continued to nod solemnly, and said: "Hey, don't smoke anymore, if you smoke again, your lungs... will be the same as the bacon on our stove." After saying this, Yan Che spurned himself in his heart, but for the sake of Yan Guoqiang's health, he still felt that this would work.

Sure enough, the chopsticks in Yan Guoqiang's hand fell to the big wooden table with a "click", looked down at his right chest, and looked up at Yan Che with horror in his eyes: "San'er, if... this is the case, people can live How many years?" I also want to see you marry a wife and have a grandson for me.

Yan Guoqiang was frustrated.

"Cough..." Yan Che coughed, feeling that he was a little too frightened, and quickly said, "Hey, it's not too late. If you quit smoking now, there should be still time."

"In time?" Yan Guoqiang's eyes brightened again: "If I stop smoking, will I be able to live long enough to see you marry a wife and have a son?"

"Uh..." Now it was Yan Che's turn to be stupid.

A look of sadness flowed through his eyes, Yan Che collected his thoughts, and said with a smile: "Yeah, hey, quit smoking!"

Yan Guoqiang smiled when he heard it, and the creases on his face straightened a lot. He pulled out the cigarette stick on his belt, handed it to Yan Che, and said very seriously: "San'er, you can use this as firewood!" After speaking, he cheerfully picked up the chopsticks on the table, ate the noodles in front of him, and muttered while eating: "Our third son is really capable, and pickled vegetables can be so delicious, Chili..."

Looking at Yan Guoqiang's appearance, Yan Che stared at his hand, and since he could remember, he has been following Yan Guoqiang's tobacco pipe, with all kinds of flavors in his heart: what he said to him was like golden advice.As long as it is what he said, there is almost no one who does not listen.

Once again, Yan Che was heartbroken with remorse for what he had done these years, and his eyes were a little hot.

"Eh? San'er, why are you standing there in a daze, the noodles are all mushy. Hurry up and eat." Yan Guoqiang looked up at his silly son who was staring at the cigarette rod in a daze, and said, "This noodles are delicious, better than tomato and egg noodles." Incense. Chiliu—"

"Hey, the tomato and egg noodles you make are the best, San'er's favorite." Yan Che looked at Yan Guoqiang, his nose sore.

"Ah..." Yan Guoqiang raised his head and wiped his mouth when he heard the words, and smiled innocently: "I will do that, San'er is still capable, and I will make delicious food when I come back."

Upon hearing this, Yan Che immediately lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks at the side, and began to eat the noodles in a muffled voice.He made a decision in his heart: while at home, cook more delicious food.

After dinner, Yan Guoqiang patted his stomach with satisfaction, and habitually reached out to his belt... Only after he realized that the cigarette stick was "handed in" by himself before the meal, he smiled dryly: "Ha, old man got used to."

Yan Che snickered.

Yan Guoqiang scratched his head, and then remembered: "San'er, what do you think about that orange tree? It's really the same as your fifth ancestor said, is it a good omen given by God?"

Yan Che paused, of course he couldn't say it was because of himself, could he? !Shaking his head, with noodles in his mouth, he hesitated.

Yan Guoqiang thought about it with his brain, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he gave up. He got up and went to the yard to pick two more oranges. While eating, he walked into the main room: "Don't say it, the oranges are too sweet. Boss, I have never seen such a big orange grown by anyone.”

Late autumn is the season when oranges are ripe and picked. Of course, there are oranges.

But, like the orange tree in the yard of Yan Guoqiang's house, it's too bizarre.

The old orange tree, which was already dead, not only came back to life overnight, but also blossomed and bear fruit. The fruit is big and sweet. This is the magic.

This kind of thing only appeared in fairy tales. For example, with a wave of the fairy's hand, a fairy spell can bring the dead back to life... Isn't this orange tree eligible for such a thing?

Therefore, Yan Guoqiang really believed in the words of Yan Che's fifth patriarch: good omen, the gods cast a magic spell on his old orange tree.As for this orange, isn't it the fairy fruit that people in the bay talk about?

So at this moment, Yan Guoqiang, after listening to Yan Che's "theory" on "smoking, lungs and lifespan", is going to eat a few more "fairy fruits", hoping to increase his lifespan, and in the future, he can see Yan Che get married and start a business , marry a wife and have children.

In that case, after a hundred years in the future, I will have the face to go down to see Yan Che's mother, and I will be able to have an explanation.

Of course Yan Che didn't know what Yan Guoqiang was thinking.

Seeing Yan Guoqiang stuffing the oranges petal after petal, Yan Che couldn't say anything, but he was worried, and his brows were inadvertently frowned: It's better that nothing happens!

Three watch days.

Yan Che was startled awake by a suppressed moan of pain.

After listening carefully, Yan Che realized that the sound came from downstairs, it was Yan Guoqiang.

Yan Che was terrified: Sure enough, something happened!

Standing up straight, Yan Che rolled off the bed.

He didn't have time to put on any clothes, so he wore a small vest, pulled on slippers, grabbed a coat randomly and put it on his shoulders, Yan Che went downstairs with a bang.

As soon as I arrived at the main room, I happened to see Yan Guoqiang running out wearing a small cloth jacket and big flowered pants, with his arms bare and his stomach covered.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Yan Che asked nervously.

Yan Guoqiang saw that Yan Che came down with only one coat on, and was about to scold the child, "The wind blows into my bones in late autumn, and I went downstairs after wearing so little. I don't care about my body. What should I do if I'm sick?" His stomach ached. Cool liquid flowed down from his forehead, and he didn't care about answering Yan Che, and ran to the latrine with his stomach in his arms.

When Yan Guoqiang ran past Yan Che, Yan Che frowned suddenly.He smelled an indescribable stench, not to mention fishy and stinky, and also had an unpleasant smell of sweat.

Before he had time to think, an exaggeratedly loud crackling sound came from the hut.

Half an hour later, Yan Che, who was sitting in the main room with the lights turned on, finally waited for Yan Guoqiang to come back.

When Yan Guoqiang dragged his exhausted body and appeared at the door covered in oily black, Yan Che exclaimed: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Yan Guoqiang said weakly, "I'm having a stomachache, hey."

"No, hey, on you..." Yan Che pointed at the black oil stain on Yan Guoqiang's body, his voice trembling.

"Huh?" Yan Guoqiang stepped in without knowing it, and looked down...

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Yan Guoqiang is also stunned at the door: "This...this...this..."

Yan Che finally knew where the stench came from just now, so...

"Hey, the night wind is cold, sit in the main room for a while, and I'll boil water for you to take a bath." Taking off the coat on his shoulders, Yan Che put it on Yan Guoqiang, turned around and left the main room, and went to the stove to boil water for Yan Guoqiang went.

In the stove, Yan Che, who already knew how to cook with firewood, added a few handfuls of dry firewood to the stove, and within a short while, a pot of hot water was boiled under the raging fire.

Scooped a few scoops of hot water from the pot, then scooped a few scoops of cold water from the water tank, and mixed a large bucket of warm water, Yan Che went to Yan Guoqiang's room with all his strength, and poured the water into his room. Bucket after bucket was poured into the big wooden basin in the room.

After going back and forth several times, when Yan Che was a little exhausted, the big wooden basin was more than half filled with hot water.

Yan Che twisted the empty wooden barrel and went out to the main room, looked at Yan Guoqiang who was still sitting on the bench in a daze, and said, "Hey, the water is ready, go in and wash it, I don't have enough to boil the water."

"Ah?... Ah, good, good!" Yan Guoqiang looked at the dirt on his body with some embarrassment, and walked into the room in embarrassment: It's too embarrassing, could it be that it was pulled on him just now?To actually let San'er see her sloppy appearance... Hey!

After seeing Yan Guoqiang enter the house, Yan Che twisted the barrel and went back to the stove, sat on the stake in front of the stove, stared at the stove and thought deeply: What is going on here?Is it because of eating oranges?Food... Poisoned?If it's food poisoning, then the...

Yan Che is not like Yan Guoqiang, who thinks that the diarrhea "pulls" on him (-_-|||).

Thinking of this, bits and pieces of "possibility" popped up, Yan Che stood up abruptly in shock, and walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing that there was no one around, Yan Che tiptoed to the small vegetable garden that had been cultivated in the afternoon, lifted the bamboo fence, and was stunned once again... Several of the radish seeds planted in the afternoon have already grown into adults White radish with thick calf.

Yan Che recognized that these radishes were the ones that he irrigated with undiluted clear water... and the other radishes that were irrigated with water diluted with clear water have grown a few green radish leaves now .

Faced with this phenomenon, Yan Che took half a step back, tripped his heels on the dirt, and fell down on the ground: Oh my god, what did I get? ! ? !

What Yan Che didn't know was.

That night, not only did Yan Guoqiang suffer from food poisoning and diarrhea, but the whole Yanjiawan was restless—everyone who ate the oranges from the orange tree in his yard had diarrhea.

Of course, like Yan Guoqiang, there are some people whose whole body is covered in dirty, black oil, and stinking oil.However, the people who had this phenomenon were all those who ate too many oranges at Yan Che's house in the evening.

That night, people in Yanjiawan were panicked and the lights were brightly lit.

Every family woke up from their dreams, and they were in their own kitchens, boiling hot water in shock, preparing to take a bath—otherwise, the smell on their bodies was too stinky, making people want to vomit when they smelled it.