Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

Zhou Yuan looked at Zhou Daxiong's greedy face and couldn't help but sigh.

After all these years, I am still as greedy as when I first picked it up.

Zhou Daxiong stepped into the dining hall first. After smelling the aroma of the food inside, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Ouch, these are all good things for lunch."

"I smelled it from a long way away, but it made me hungry."

Cheng Yao was gnawing on a chicken leg when she saw someone coming in from the corner of her eye.

Listening to the sound again, you knew it was Zhou Daxiong coming.

He put down the chicken drumstick in his mouth, turned around and greeted him warmly.

"Master Zhou! Come on, come on! This pheasant stew soup is delicious."

"As you asked, I left a pair of chicken drumsticks for you!"

Hearing this, Zhou Daxiong nodded happily, rubbed his hands, and walked towards the dining table.

Halfway through, I suddenly realized that there were still guests following me.

Although he is a rough old man, he also knows that when guests come to the house, he must first serve them with delicious food and drink.

Not to mention, this guest is not an ordinary person, but a good brother who is kind to him!
Zhou Daxiong stopped moving forward and took one last look at his chicken legs with some reluctance.

Then he turned around and greeted San Yuan warmly.

"Brother, please take a seat first, and I'll fetch a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"I haven't touched the bowl of chicken soup and chicken legs on the table yet. You can eat them first."

"If you have anything to do, it's not too late to talk about it after you've filled your stomach."

Zhou Yuan couldn't resist the hospitality and was almost pushed to the dining table.

In desperation, I had no choice but to pick up the soup bowl and planned to take a few sips of the chicken soup first.

Looking down, I saw that the chicken soup looked quite appetizing.

This bowl of chicken soup has a golden color and a rich aroma.

It is a combination of the deliciousness of chicken, the fragrance of spices, and the fragrance of herbs.

"Okay, I'll drink, I'll drink, don't make any fuss, sit down quickly."

"I came to see you today not just to catch up on old times."

"I was entrusted by my old friend and came here specially."

Zhou Yuan responded, blowing on the hot chicken soup a few times, taking a careful sip and tasting briefly.

Unexpectedly, his eyes immediately widened at the entrance.

As if doubting his own feelings, he took a few more bites.

This time it was right, you could taste the tenderness of the chicken and the richness of the soup in every bite.

It can be seen that this chicken soup is made from fresh chicken and has been simmered for a long time.

The nutrients and flavor in the meat are stewed and blended into the soup.

The fragrance of herbs is quietly released during the tasting process, making the taste even richer.

After drinking the bowl of chicken soup, Zhou Yuan felt a warm current rising from his stomach and spreading throughout his body.

"As a side note, your chicken soup is really good."

"The cook in the village really has some skills!"

Xiaocui stood up proudly when she heard someone praising herself.

"Thank you for the compliment, senior. The little girl does have some skills in cooking."

"If you like it, how about I fill another bowl for you?"

The other party was so enthusiastic that Zhou Yuan naturally would not refuse, so he handed over the soup bowl with a smile.

While waiting, he discovered that there were several outstanding-looking women sitting at a nearby dining table.

They ate quietly and gracefully, not quite like farm girls from a small family.

Zhou Yuan couldn't help but wonder, is Zhou Daxiong so lucky now?There are several fairy-like people at once.

Until this moment, Zhou Yuan did not recognize Qiu Wanying.

In fact, it's not his fault. Qiu Wanying is a daughter's family and has always lived in a simple way.

Zhou Yuan traveled south and north every day and met countless people like crucian carp crossing the river.

If he didn't have direct contact with her, or had some connections with her, it would be normal for him not to remember.

What's more, according to the news he got, Qiu Wanying was captured and brought to the mountain.

The hostages in any cottage were not tied up and tortured in every possible way.

Even if he could avoid being humiliated, there was little possibility that he would be able to eat with the village leader.

Zhou Yuan's eyes scanned several people, and finally settled on Cheng Yao who was chewing a chicken leg.

I couldn't help but murmur, could this little girl be a relative of Zhou Daxiong?
A pheasant only has two thighs together, and she can still chew one.

At this moment, Zhou Daxiong happened to be walking over here holding clean dishes and chopsticks.

When he met Xiaocui going to the kitchen, he asked casually.

"Hey, Cui'er, did you eat so fast today?"

"That's not your style."

Xiaocui rolled her eyes angrily, moved her mouth behind her back, and gestured.

"What? If the guests think the chicken soup tastes good, I will give them another bowl."

Zhou Daxiong touched his head and felt silly.

"Then go quickly and pick up two more pieces of chicken for me."

"I didn't know earlier either, otherwise I should have killed the other pheasant."

Xiaocui really believed that Zhou Daxiong never hid anything when it came to eating.

A chicken is killed at noon, so everyone can taste a little.

I didn't expect it to taste so good, and the supply was somewhat in short supply.

No matter how hard you suffer, you can't suffer for your little mouth.

"It's okay. If the guests haven't left at night, I can just kill another one."

After Xiaocui finished speaking, she opened the curtain and walked into the kitchen.

Zhou Daxiong sat down on the chair next to Zhou Yuan. Without saying anything, he took a big gulp of soup.

After he had something to cushion his stomach, he looked at Zhou Yuan and asked.

"Brother, tell me, why did you come to me today?"

At this time, Zhou Yuan had just looked away from Cheng Yao.

Then he asked more questions.

"Hey, who is that little girl eating the chicken drumstick over there?"

"It's not right that a greedy person like you can spare a handful of chicken legs for her to eat."

Zhou Daxiong glanced to the side, and after confirming that Zhou Yuan was talking about Cheng Yao, he smiled knowingly and continued to explain.

"Brother, it's hard to tell the story in one breath right now."

"In short, this girl is my benefactor. Without her, I would not be able to find my brother."

"I want to pay you, but they won't accept it. Eating a chicken drumstick is nothing. I can take care of you as much as you can."

Zhou Daxiong has a younger brother who is lost, and Zhou Yuan knows about this.

"What? Did she help you find your brother?"

Zhou Yuan couldn't believe that someone who had been missing for so many years was actually found with the help of a little girl.

At this time, he looked at Cheng Yao with a look of surprise.