The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 435
The old man's eyes were always on Ding Xiaojun, seeing Ding Xiaojun's delicious food, his face burst into a smile.

Finally, he finished his bowl of rice and burped.

"Are you full?" the old man looked at Ding Xiaojun with a smile and asked.

With a smile on his face, Ding Xiaojun gently rubbed his stomach, took a deep breath, and said with a slightly uncomfortable look: "I couldn't control it all at once, I was overwhelmed by eating."

Yes, he was so stretched that he couldn't bend down, and he was even a little swollen.

"You eat too much, do you really like it?" the old man asked with a smile.

Ding Xiaojun nodded: "Well, it's delicious and refreshing."

"Since I like to eat, there are plenty at home, so take some with you when you leave." After the old man finished speaking, he turned to look at the kitchen: "Old lady, pack some of our pickled radishes."

"Okay, right away." Zhang Ning's mother's voice came from the kitchen.

"I don't know the old man's tendon is wrong, what kind of pickled radish do you want?" Zhang Ning's mother said to the elder sister in front of her as she got up.

"Auntie, the radish you soaked is delicious, why don't you pack some for me too, I like it." Sister Yu also said to Zhang Ning's mother.

"Okay, okay, I'll decorate it for you too. There are plenty at home, and no one usually eats it." Zhang Ning's mother nagged and went to find a bag to put pickled radishes in.

Not long after, Zhang Ning's mother came over with a bag of pickled radishes, put it down in front of the old man, and said at the same time, "Didn't you always like our pickled radishes?"

The old man looked at the plastic bag containing pickled radishes, frowned slightly and said, "How can you pack it like this? Don't you have a box at home? Forget it, let me pack it."

Zhang Ning's mother didn't understand at once. He glanced away from the old man, and turned his eyes to Zhang Ning again: "What's wrong with your father?"

"It's nothing, it's just that he recognized a grandson. Isn't this to make his grandson look good." Zhang Ning said with food in his mouth, and looked at Ding Xiaojun with complicated eyes.

Zhang Ning's mother also turned her gaze to Ding Xiaojun, who was struggling, and then looked at the empty plate with soaked radishes on the table.

"He ate it all by himself. We don't eat that." Zhang Ning said, pointing at the uncomfortable Ding Xiaojun with his chopsticks.

Ding Xiaojun also smiled and said: "The main reason is that it sounds good, and there is a taste of my hometown, which I couldn't control at once." Ding Xiaojun rubbed his stomach involuntarily as he spoke.

Seeing Ding Xiaojun clutching his belly, Zhang Ning's mother said with concern, "I'm bloated with radishes. After eating so much, I must be full. I'll get you a quick bowl of sour soup."

"Auntie, I want an extra bowl too." Wang Zhiyong suddenly raised his head and said.

"Okay, okay, one bowl for each person." After Zhang Ning's mother finished speaking, she went back to the kitchen.

"What do you want?" The old man came out with a transparent plastic box in his hand. You can see that the box is full of pickled radishes.

"The kids eat too much. I'll make a sour soup to help with digestion." After Zhang Ning's mother finished speaking, she turned and left.

"Old woman, get me a bowl too, I'll hangover." The old man yelled into the kitchen, then returned to the Eight Immortals table, and placed the plastic box containing kimchi in front of Ding Xiaojun.

"After eating, take it at home." The old man said with a smile on his face.

"Isn't that bad?" Ding Xiaojun looked at the plastic box in front of him, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"The old man followed. You just take it. It's just pickled radishes. I can't take it away from you. In this way, if I go home for dinner, I don't have to eat this thing."

Zhang Ning's words revealed his aversion to soaked radishes. Of course, Ding Xiaojun didn't understand this situation. Only those who have lived in the small town knew that pickled radishes were really something that people here didn't like to eat. In the early years After late autumn, there are no more vegetables, and the only vegetables that people can eat are radishes, cabbage and potatoes.

It can be said that radishes are the most. In that era, radishes could buy a car for one yuan. People lived here, and most of them lived in radishes throughout the winter. , also dumplings stuffed with radish.

Although it is better now and there are off-season vegetables, people here are still used to soaking a few jars of radishes every year and eating them slowly. This is mainly because the prices of vegetables during anti-show festivals are not low. They all came from the hard times, and they are used to living a tight life, and have developed the habit of thrift.

Zhang Ning has been eating pickled radishes since he was a child. Although his family didn’t originally come from here, his hometown is farther north. In his past, as long as it was winter, he would eat pickled radishes. Occasionally, at the end of the year, the life of the family is improved, and I can eat pork and cabbage stewed vermicelli.

Besides, I ate kimchi throughout the winter. Of course, I also occasionally stir-fried vegetables, but it was stir-fried kimchi, but sometimes I could buy a piece of tofu at home, and it was also stewed tofu with kimchi.

"I think it's delicious." When Ding Xiaojun said this, he rubbed his stomach from time to time. At this moment, he felt bloated and uncomfortable in his stomach.

"Then you only eat it occasionally, and you feel refreshed. After dinner, if you eat it every day, you will be bored." Wang Zhiyong also finished the food in the bowl. He put the chopsticks in his hand on the bowl, and turned He turned his head and said to Ding Xiaojun.

Ding Xiaojun nodded in agreement: "That's right, if you eat it every day, you'll get bored even with delicious food."

Zhang Ning's mother came over with a small pot at this time: "The sour soup is ready for you, come, I will serve it for you."

As Zhang Ning's mother said, she stacked several empty plates together, leaving a large area in the middle of the table. After that, she put the small pot containing the sour soup in the middle, picked up the big spoon, and started feeding the table. Four men serving soup.

Logically speaking, it should be in the order of seniority and inferiority. I don't know if it is because Ding Xiaojun is favored by the elderly, but Zhang Ning's mother took Ding Xiaojun's bowl first.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself." Ding Xiaojun stood up a little flattered, and was about to pick up the spoon in Zhang Ning's mother's hand.

"Just sit down, don't touch such a trivial matter." Zhang Ning's mother said, and pressed Ding Xiaojun on the chair again.

"Yes, you sit down, you eat too much, it's better not to sit back and forth." The old man smiled and looked at Ding Xiaojun and said.

After Zhang Ning's mother filled the soup, she carefully put it in front of Ding Xiaojun, and said to Ding Xiaojun with a concerned face: "Don't rush to drink, it will catch fire, it's a little hot."

Ding Xiaojun smiled slightly at Zhang Ning's mother: "I remember."

Zhang Ning's mother also smiled back at Ding Xiaojun, then reached out and took the old man's bowl again.

(End of this chapter)