Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 266 A Gathering of Heroes, BBQ Party

In September, the crops in the field are all mature, and the corn and sorghum in the field can't be seen at a glance. The cool autumn wind blows slowly from the field in the afternoon. He Ping and his party are riding bicycles, singing happily. Song, more than a dozen bicycles rode to Hantun mightily.

When he got home, He Ping got up and took out the frozen pork, beef, and chicken from the refrigerator at home, and poured a basin of cold water to thaw them first.

He ran to the vegetable garden of the old team leader's house and picked a few, not many, green onions, leeks, cucumbers, persimmons...

Use flexible moves to avoid the dirt bumps thrown by the captain's wife, and return home humming a little tune.

He Ping was thinking about catching a fish, but it's a pity that Han Zhaoshe has gone out to take wild pictures now, and he doesn't have anyone to instruct him.

Forget it, just eat it, as much as you want!

When passing by the talent dormitory, He Ping yelled, "Zhenkai, come out to eat!"

Zhenkai is brother Zhenkai's real name, and it's quite easy to pronounce when everyone is familiar with it.Brother Zhenkai's daily state recently is wandering around Hantun in the morning and writing in the dormitory in the afternoon.

Now he really regards himself as the head of the public relations department of Hantun, saying that he wants to find out the characteristics of Hantun's industry, so as to facilitate better publicity in the future.

Take a look, take a look, where can I find such a good comrade.

"What are you eating?" Brother Zhenkai asked, poking his head out of the window.

"I went to my house for a barbecue, and all the people from the book club came. This kid Li Feng's poem was published in "Youth of Liao Province". Let's celebrate him today."

When Brother Zhenkai heard that Li Feng's poem had been published, he ran out happily, "Has he really published it?"

Do you have no idea what to do with you?
This guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is actually eating and drinking, but he still thinks how good he is.

"Okay, hurry up, you won't even be able to grab a bone when it's too late."

Brother Zhenkai is now quite familiar with the people in the reading club, and has forgotten how the word "polite" is written, so Sa Yazi ran in front of He Ping.

When He Ping got home, he said with a resentful face: "The meat hasn't been defrosted yet, and you're fooling me again."

"Can you call being a scholar a fool? I'm just giving you some motivation. Don't stay in the dormitory all day. You have to come out and do more activities."

Brother Zhenkai gave He Ping a look, I believe you are a ghost.

At this time, the people in the study club gathered together in twos and threes, two of them were playing chess in the gazebo, surrounded by two spectators; a few people were chatting about the mountains at the grape shelf; beside the flower bed that had been bald by dogs, Li Feng was talking with Liu Aixia exuded a sour smell.

Among the dozen or so people in the courtyard, He Ping and Mao Chunhua were the only ones busy. Brother Zhenkai said a few words to He Ping, and then ran to the grape shelf to brag.

he~tui!

I will put salt to death later, a bunch of lazy people who only eat and don't work.

He Ping washed the vegetables in two pots of water, and Mao Chunhua was in charge of cutting the vegetables. After the vegetables were cut and the meat was thawed.

"Let you see what I'm good at!" He Ping gave his girlfriend a stern look.

"Virtue!" Mao Chunhua rolled his eyes at He Ping, full of flair.

He Ping felt itchy in his heart, and his hands became more energetic.

The most important thing for barbecue is the marinade and dipping sauce. As long as you master these two secret skills, you will never fail to cook a good barbecue. This is the experience of He Ping, a senior skewer chef.

Although there are no ready-made seasonings like those of later generations, the seasonings at home are also very complete.

Mao Chunhua cut the pork and beef into small pieces while watching his boyfriend prepare the secret recipe.

"Why do you put everything? It's almost a hodgepodge."

"You don't understand, this is my secret recipe, you'll know when you eat it."

The two of them exchanged glances while working, and the atmosphere was charming.

"Hey, this meat has melted, He Ping, why don't you call us. Come, come, work quickly."

Liu Aixia, who was with Li Feng just now, came out of nowhere, clamoring to help He Ping and the others with work.

He Ping secretly resented, because you two are full of dog food and don't care about other people's feelings at all.

He looked at Li Feng, who has been busy since Liu Aixia spoke, looking like a dog's leg, you don't live up to your expectations, why are you so fast?

Everyone helped, and the preparation work was much faster. When the meat was almost marinated, He Ping shouted: "Light on the fire, light on the fire."

He Ping's homemade barbecue was carried out. He Ping got the charcoal from the fuel factory. Now Hantun is a big fuel consumer. For this reason, he paid a lot of favors and money. Energy is always in short supply.

It took Li Feng a long time to make the charcoal, and his face was black and white because of the blowing.

"Look at you, why is it so hard to do some work, what else can I expect from you." Liu Aixia complained while wiping Li Feng's face.

Li Feng had a smirk on his face. He smelled the fragrance of his girlfriend and wished that the stains on his face could not be wiped off.

He Ping looked at this idiot's expression, and he was extremely disgusted, how could I know such a guy, it's too embarrassing.

A row of meat skewers were neatly placed on the grill, and He Ping had to move around them from time to time, and occasionally sprinkled some seasoning on them.

After a while, the strong smell of meat filled the small courtyard.

"It's delicious!"

"Yes, He Ping, how did you adjust the ingredients!"

He Ping smiled wickedly, "The secret recipe passed down from the ancestors will never be passed on to the outside world, so don't inquire about it."

"cut!"

No matter how much you cast aside He Ping's pretentiousness, you have to eat what you have to eat, and no one can make things difficult for their own stomachs.

"It's my turn, don't grab it."

"This skewer is burnt, you'd better not eat it, to save yourself from diarrhea, I'll eat it for you."

"Fuck you, you're still unreasonable for grabbing something."

He Ping has seen more wolves and less meat, his hands are almost turning out of sparks, and it's not enough for these foodies to stuff their teeth.

"It can't be done, it can't be done, I have to rest for a while." He Ping cried bitterly.

Brother Zhenkai has been stealing from the side for a long time, and he has already figured out the principle, "Come on, I'll come, you can rest."

"Mr. Zhenkai's skills are really good."

"No, no, I just learned this."

"It's delicious, much better than He Ping's."

"That's right, he's always scorched."

He Ping retreated to the second line, watching everyone flattering Brother Zhenkai with envy and hatred, and stepped on himself a few times by the way.

In the little book in his mind, he recorded all the dogs who spoke rudely to him just now.

Eat Lao Tzu's meat, but also bury Lao Tzu, you guys are waiting for me, next time I will let you out of the toilet?
He Ping was thinking about retaliation when he suddenly felt a soft, sticky and slippery feeling on his hand.

Looking down, Gouzi, who had never been seen all day, appeared in front of him at some point, sticking out his tongue and licking his hand.

(End of this chapter)