60s: I have a store

Chapter 345 Villagers' Nightlife
After seeing everyone leave, Zhou Yimin also breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Zhou Yimin's grandmother remembered that she wanted to go cook, but Zhou Yimin held her back and said, "Grandma, just watch TV here! Today I'll let you taste my cooking skills."

Under normal circumstances, Zhou Yimin’s grandmother would definitely insist, but the temptation of the TV was a bit too great, and the novelty had not yet worn off, so she agreed.

Zhou Yimin took some of the ingredients he brought back and started preparing. Often, high-end ingredients only require the simplest cooking.

After an hour of hard work, Master Zhou finally brought out his product.

There are five dishes in total, three of which are meat dishes.

Zhou Yimin called out, "Grandpa and grandma, come and eat!"

Only after hearing Zhou Yimin's call did the old man and the others come to their senses, and then slowly moved towards the dining table while watching TV series.

When Zhou Yimin saw this scene, he thought it was very similar to parents in later generations calling their children to come over for dinner, but the children were reluctant to watch TV.

"Grandpa, grandma, it's not too late to watch it after dinner!"

The old man and Grandma Zhou Yimin felt a little embarrassed, and finally decided to stop watching TV and eat first.

When Zhou Yimin's grandmother saw the food on the table, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Yimin, there are only three of us. Isn't it a bit wasteful to make so much food?"

"Old woman, just eat and don't talk so much." The old man interrupted Zhou Yimin's grandmother at this time.

Anyway, just do it and eat it, don't talk so much.

"Yeah! It's delicious."

Nowadays, there is no such thing as too much food to eat. Even if you have a few more dishes, you can still fill your stomach.

Zhou Yimin's grandparents have been eating well in the past six months, so their appetites have been a little smaller. If it were any other family in the village, this would not be enough to eat.

As expected, Zhou Yimin, a chef, was satisfied with his vanity after hearing the praise from his grandparents: "It's delicious, eat more."

The meal was spent amidst praises.

The villagers were very punctual and were already waiting outside, fearing that they would be late and would not be able to sit inside. They could only sit outside in the cold wind and listen to the TV drama.

Zhou Yimin felt good when he saw this scene. It could make up for the trouble of no one coming to the house when they were not around. It was also a good thing to have more people to accompany his grandparents.

This is actually the reason why Zhou Yimin wants to bring the TV series back.

Because it was now evening time and it did not interfere with work, the old branch secretary had nothing to say.

Normally, rural people do not have a nightlife. Except for some couples who are about to have children, most people go to bed early.

Since Yimin came back, everyone's evening life has become more colorful.

The old branch secretary made a rule that from now on, visitors could only visit for two hours at night.

Don’t let watching TV affect your work the next day.

In fact, the old secretary didn't need to worry at all. There were very few TV programs these days, and the time to watch TV was very short. Every night, there were only two or three hours of broadcasting.

Seeing that the villagers outside were shivering with cold, Zhou Yimin had to take out a spare stove from home and put it outside, allowing them to add firewood to the stove themselves.

If Zhou Yimin hadn't been afraid of being too advanced, he would have also developed heating.

"Yimin, you don't have to worry about them. They will go back to sleep naturally when they get cold." said the old branch secretary.

Around nine o'clock, the villagers who came to watch TV went back, and Zhou Yimin took out something mysteriously.

After seeing this scene, the old man felt it was a bit strange, so he secretly followed over to take a look.

Zhou Yimin took out the ginseng that he had bought before and prepared to make some wine. The old man liked to drink. He said that it was difficult to quit, so it was better to drink medicinal wine, which could also replenish the body. First, take out a bottle of Moutai, pour it into the prepared container, and then put a ginseng in it.

Although Moutai can be used to make wine, you still need to pay attention to some details and proportions. Because Moutai has a strong sauce aroma, if all of it is made with Moutai, the taste of other ingredients may be masked, affecting the overall flavor of the wine.

Therefore, when using Moutai to make wine, you should add other high-proof grain wines to adjust the flavor.

When the old man saw this, he called him a spendthrift: "Yimin, isn't it a waste to use Maotai to make wine? Can't you just give it to me to drink directly?"

"Grandpa, trust me now. I will never waste it. You will know when you drink it." Zhou Yimin kept it a secret here.

Sure enough, the old man's curiosity was aroused: "Yimin, how long does it take to brew before you can drink it?"

“It doesn’t need to be soaked for long, you can drink it in about a month, but don’t drink too much,” Zhou Yimin replied.

"And you can't drink too much, only 50 milliliters each time."

The old man didn't know much about the unit of milliliter and was a little confused.

Zhou Yimin had no choice but to demonstrate to him.

The old man was a little dissatisfied with the portion and protested: "It's just one bite and it's gone."

He has to drink a little every day. If he doesn't, he will feel itchy all over.

"Old man, do you still want to hold your grandson? If you do, then listen to Yimin." Zhou Yimin's grandmother made a direct and precise attack.

This should be the dream of most elderly people, so the old man had no way to refuse.

The old man was a little helpless, but finally agreed: "Okay!"

"Okay, grandma, if I'm not around, you will be responsible for supervision." Zhou Yimin said with a smile.

Zhou Yimin's grandmother agreed immediately: "Okay, dear grandson. If he drinks one more sip, I will break his legs..."

In this way, the old man "signed" a series of "unequal" treaties.

The old man still made a final resistance. I must make him drink a few more sips tonight.

After saying that, he looked at the Moutai that Zhou Yimin brought. His meaning was very clear: he wanted to drink Moutai now.

Zhou Yimin did not refuse, and he also knew that quitting drinking cannot be done with drastic measures all at once. Although the effect is obvious, it is also easy to rebound.

"it is good."

He just took out another bottle of Moutai and some snacks.

I plan to have a couple of drinks with the old man tonight.

I don't know if Zhou Xuqiang has a good nose or what, but he actually came over. When he saw there was wine to drink, he refused to leave. I had no choice but to add a cup for him.

While drinking, the old man talked about the past with Zhou Yimin and his third uncle.

Old people just like nostalgia.

Uncle San was used to it. After hearing the old man's words so many times, he just let them go in one ear and out the other and focused on drinking his wine.

The old man glared at him and said, "Is this how you drink Maotai? Go back and drink your sweet potato wine."

In just a short period of time, he drank three cups. How could the old man not be angry?
Zhou Xuqiang smiled awkwardly and stopped drinking, but his eyes still glanced at the bottle of Moutai from time to time, thinking about how to drink a few more glasses.

(End of this chapter)