Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Seeing Su Qingfeng looking at the surrounding environment, Hu Ping and Bai Yue, as elders, felt embarrassed again.

When Xu Zhongshan saw this, he left quietly not long ago, giving Su Qingfeng and his family ample time to spend together.

When Su Qingfeng took out bags of food from the huge package, there was no awkwardness at all about meeting her for the first time. Instead, it was as if she had known her grandfather and family for a long time, and her words were full of naturalness and relaxation.

"Grandma, grandpa, uncle, uncle, have you eaten?"

What kind of number is this?

As soon as I opened my mouth, it wasn't a crying scene, but instead I asked if I had eaten.

Not to mention Hu Ping being a little confused, even Bai Yue was a little unable to react.

In the end, uncle Bai Haoran grinned with an honest smile, "I haven't eaten yet. Qingfeng, why don't you try some?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Bai family all glared at him.

What nonsense are you talking about?

My grandson has come all the way, is it possible to treat him to black noodle steamed buns with pickles?

How cool is this.

Hu Ping looked at Bai Haoran, glared at the fool, and then looked at Su Qingfeng's fair and handsome face. She felt more and more comfortable as she looked at it. She felt that Su Qingfeng was worthy of being her grandson, and he only picked out her good qualities. Although his face shape is not the most popular Chinese character face nowadays, in Hu Ping's eyes, her grandson is good at everything, and it is impossible to fault any of him.

Bai Haoran was glared at by his mother, and suddenly remembered what his second brother said before.

The second brother said that after having Su Qingfeng, his family status would decline.

It seems like... this is really the case.

But Bai Haoran is optimistic by nature and doesn't mind this statement at all.

The little nephew has not seen them for so many years. It is reasonable for his parents to miss him so much.

If that's not enough, isn't there another word called intergenerational marriage?

At this stall, Su Qingfeng had already taken out all the contents of one of the packages.

Looking at the neatly arranged rice noodles, prepared smoked chicken and rabbit, dried mushrooms, chicken fir, and even the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, they all have enough.

If I save a little on food, I can last at least three months.

When Bai Yue saw this scene, he felt very uncomfortable. He felt sorry for himself, but more importantly, he felt sorry for his grandson.

He knew that Su Qingfeng came from Heilongjiang Province. He was traveling all the way and had to carry two large luggages. He was afraid that he would suffer a lot on the road.

Holding so many things, if it were someone else, they would remember to open one eye when sleeping, for fear that someone else would steal the things.

Seeing Su Qingfeng getting up and going to the kitchen, the whole family became anxious.

Bai Haoyu looks sickly, but his reaction is the fastest among everyone.

He hurriedly stepped forward to touch the little nephew's head. As a result, he saw that Su Qingfeng was taller than him, with shoulders wider than him, and when he rolled up his sleeves, his arms were faintly smooth. Muscle lines, Bai Haoyu paused for a moment, swallowed the words in a daze, and changed his words:

"Qingfeng, let me help you."

Su Qingfeng gave his second uncle an appreciative look.

He turned around and said, "It's okay. I rode all the way in the car and my buttocks were numb. I might as well move around now. Grandpa, grandpa, uncle, what do you want to eat? Today is a lucky day, it happens to be the New Year. It's getting late now, so I won't make any. Just before I left, I brought a bag of pickled cabbage and pork dumplings from home. How about I steam a few?"

巧？

Of course it can't be such a coincidence.

Su Qingfeng just wanted to spend the Spring Festival with his grandfather's family. Otherwise, he would not have thought that he would bring so many dumplings.

Su Qingfeng knew this, how could Bai Yue and his party not know this?

Su Qingfeng was still talking to himself: "Grandma, grandpa, and uncle, how do you want to make dumplings? Sour soup dumplings, or steamed dumplings directly. Anyway, there are many dumplings, how about I make some of them?"

What is sour soup? For the Bai family, having white flour dumplings to eat has been an unimaginably good meal for so many years.

Su Qingfeng took a look at them and suddenly realized that her grandma and grandpa were about the same age as her grandma. She used to live a pampered life, but now she looked four or five years older than her grandma.

If we really talk about their actual ages, maybe my grandma and grandpa are a few years younger than my grandma.

Su Qingfeng felt a little uncomfortable.

Thinking again that they had handed all the family's assets into my mother's hands, but she was working on the farm for decades, ruining her body to a terrible state. Su Qingfeng cut off a large piece of fat with a flick of the knife. For the meat, prepare to stir-fry some lard first and get some lard residue to replenish some oil and water for them.

At this moment, the Bai family were all standing in the kitchen, helping Su Qingfeng.

Even grandma, who has always been in charge of the kitchen at home, is now convinced to work beside Su Qingfeng.

When Hu Ping first came to the farm, she didn't know how to cook at all. However, after so many years of hard work, she has developed the ability to cook.

But sometimes, it's obvious whether you have talent or not.

In addition, even if Hu Ping has good skills, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice, and the meals she usually cooks are basically at the level of killing a person.

On the other hand, when Su Qingfeng picked up the somewhat worn spatula, even laymen like Hu Ping could feel that Su Qingfeng's temperament suddenly changed.

I saw him put a bowl of water into the pot. The outer edge of the water did not exceed the cut fat. As the firewood under the stove burned cracklingly, the oil and water in the pot slowly fried out, and a rich flavor The smell of lard spreads in all directions.

Su Qingfeng even heard the cries of the neighbor's children.

However, children on the farm are not raised to be spoiled.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cried a few times, and then looked at my parents' big slaps and silently stopped crying.

Su Qingfeng ignored these external sounds. Instead, he lowered his head and concentrated on stir-frying lard.

After taking out the lard residue, he put it on a plate with several holes missing, handed it to his grandma and grandpa first, and then said, "Grandma, grandpa, you have been abstaining from meat for a long time. When you eat lard residue, don't eat it." It’s too much, and it will be the same if you eat it in the next few days. At worst, I’ll stir-fry it for you again then. I’m afraid your stomach won’t be able to bear it.”

After saying that, Su Qingfeng quickly handled the lard in the pot. Although through the exchanges in letters, my grandpa’s family had long known that Su Qingfeng was no longer what he used to be. He was considered a celebrity in the county, the leader in the kitchen, and a master chef. However, seeing that Su Qingfeng was at this age, the cooking on the stove was I can't help but be a little shocked that I can be so skilled at work.

As a woman, Hu Ping wanted more.

How can such an old child get such good cooking skills?

Hu Ping absolutely did not believe that this child could achieve his current skills without suffering at all.

In contrast, despite looking at my two sons, although they are living in a miserable and miserable life now and cannot even have enough to eat, at least they did not have to worry about eating and drinking before.

For two uncles, Bai Haoran and Bai Haoyu, to have such culinary skills as Su Qingfeng is really not at this level.

Bai Haoran looked at the lard residue with a shy face and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Although Su Qingfeng did send a lot of things some time ago, the problem is that everyone is too scared to live in poverty. How can we eat as much as we can as soon as there are good things, and then we can't survive?

Not to mention lard residue, even lard is rarely tasted. The more you eat, the less.

In the end, Bai Haoran couldn't stand the temptation and looked at Su Qingfeng with bright eyes, "Qingfeng, can I have a taste of this lard residue?"

Su Qingfeng looked at his uncle and felt that he looked like a reindeer ready to be fed. He couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, "Okay, eat it while it's hot. Grandma, grandpa, and uncle, these are just for you." It's your stomach, hurry up. If you don't eat, you won't give me face!"

Hu Ping and Bai Yue didn't want to eat at first, and planned to leave their own portion for the children to eat, but after hearing Su Qingfeng's last "threat", they had to reach out and pick up a piece of lard residue.

I don’t know if it was their imagination, but when the crispy lard residue was chewed in the mouth, it turned into grease, flowed down the throat and esophagus, and flowed into the abdomen. It seemed to remove the coldness from the limbs and bones. They all dissipated a little. Under the barren life and strong pressure, the heart that gradually became cold gradually began to feel warm.

Even such a shabby little kitchen became warm.

Although the paper on the windows is somewhat torn, and the cold wind from outside blows in through the holes, the small kitchen still gives people a warm and spring feeling.

Grandpa and the others picked up the lard residue and ate very carefully, but they were also very intoxicated.

In the past, they looked down upon this kind of thing.

But for them, the current lard residue is an “unattainable” delicacy.

But they all ate only about half of it, and left the remaining half for Su Qingfeng.

Su Qingfeng moved very quickly, and before long, a large bowl dripping with sesame oil, and spicy and appetizing sour soup dumplings came out of the oven hot.

Su Qingfeng looked at his grandfather's dazed look and couldn't help but feel a little funny. He waved his hand in front of him as if he was joking, "Grandpa, do you think you are stupid? Try these dumplings in sour soup. They are very refreshing. Eat them in one bite. They are so delicious. very."

Su Qingfeng was afraid that the old man would be embarrassed to eat, so he took out a spoon and put a plump ingot-shaped dumpling into the spoon. Su Qingfeng blew it, and when the old man wasn't paying attention, he stuffed the warm dumpling directly into the spoon. In his mouth.

As you get older, the number of taste buds decreases, so the taste becomes heavy. This is why many elderly people, although their diet was relatively light when they were young, tend to eat heavy-flavored foods when they get older.

And this, the old man is no exception.

He was used to eating meals that looked like shabu-shabu water. When he first tasted this bowl of sour soup dumplings, the old man subconsciously had an idea - this is what people eat.

After biting through the white dough and eating the filling inside, Mr. Bai's taste buds seemed to have received an ultimate enjoyment. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and subconsciously chew faster to extend the enjoyment time of his taste buds. , and enhance the feeling of fullness.

The latter point of enhancing the feeling of fullness comes from the experience of living on a farm for many years and being short of food and clothing for a long time.

When Su Qingfeng saw it, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

But on the surface, he didn't show it. Instead, he gave his grandma, uncle, and uncle each a spoonful of sour soup dumplings. The wrinkles on Hu Ping's happy face relaxed.

As for the uncle, not to mention Bai Haoran, who has a gut to the end, even the second uncle Bai Haoyu, who is weak and taciturn, and can express his emotions and anger, his eyebrows slowly relaxed because of this mouthful of sour soup dumplings.

This little nephew is really amazing!

After the dumplings were ready, Su Qingfeng quickly made two quick dishes before quickly stopping.

In fact, if you don't stop, the neighbor's baby will probably cry again.

It’s already troublesome enough to have nothing to eat in the new year, but then you have to drool while smelling the fragrance of other people’s homes. Is this still something human beings can do?

At the dinner table, Su Qingfeng sat on a low stool without even a backrest. One of the four legs under the stool was missing a corner. This made Su Qingfeng always feel like she was about to slip when she sat on it. .

In addition to two large bowls of dumplings, there is also a plate of bacon, eggs and Chinese cabbage stewed with tofu on the table.

One meat and one vegetable, evenly matched.

Because of the sufficient oil and water, even if it is just Chinese cabbage stewed with tofu, it will be delicious for a group of people.

When Su Qingfeng was drying two steamed buns, she found that her two uncles had already picked up the fifth steamed bun, and they looked very hungry.

The old man and Grandma Hu, who were at the top of the list, felt a little hot in their eyes when they saw this scene. It was obvious that Su Qingfeng was the only one more person, but for some reason, they felt that the family seemed to be getting warmer all of a sudden.

With popularity.

Su Qingfeng was chewing the steamed bun while staring at the leaking spot in the house. His mouth was not idle at all. His mind turned around and he immediately began to make plans, "Grandma, grandpa, is there anyone here to repair the roof?"

Bai Yue immediately understood what Su Qingfeng meant, but there was a hesitant look on his face, as if he was a little embarrassed, "Qingfeng, in fact, it's okay if we don't repair the roof. The family can barely resist and it will be over." , anyway, when it rains, it’s only for a day or two.”

Su Qingfeng frowned and did not say anything immediately, but he had objections in his heart.

You resist when it rains, but what about when it snows?

According to his plan, even if the roof is not a tile roof, it must be paved with thatch. Otherwise, when it snows heavily and the roof collapses, it will not be as simple as a leak.

But he knew that his grandfather was not such a short-sighted person, and he definitely had his own concerns.

Sure enough, the next moment, my grandfather explained, "There are everyone in this farm. Don't look at us intellectuals and bourgeoisie being sent down here. But equally, there are many people with blood on our hands... ...When everyone is living a poor life, you may not be able to see anything. But if everyone is living a poor life, but we are extremely rich, do you think... what will they think? The most important thing is... I can’t let you get involved..." (End of Chapter)