Chapter 94 (2/2)

The old man just turned his head around: ”hard dish? How hard is it? My mouth is not good. I need to be soft. ”

Han Fei: ”...”

In the evening, Jiang Qin just came back from work and smelled a strange fragrance, which immediately made people have a big appetite. She knew that Han Fei was back.

When Jiang Qin came in, he found that there were five dishes on the table. It seemed that there was something else in the pot. From time to time, old Jiang is carrying a drunken shrimp from his plate to his mouth, just like a thief.

Jiang Qin couldn't help crying and laughing: ”Grandpa, have you washed your hands?”

Old Jiang: ”my hands are clean. Look...”But when he saw that old Jiang had grabbed a mass of water from the void seed and threw his hand in it, Han Fei looked envious. This move was so 666 that he had to cheat the old man to teach himself.

Old Jiang: ”Han boy, are you ready for your hard dishes?”

Jiangqin: ”hard dishes?”

”I don't know. He said it was very hard.”

Han Fei: Here we are

Han Fei first brought a hot pot rack, then put the pot on the hot pot rack and said, ”who opens it?”?

Mr. Jiang opened the pot directly. Who else should open it.

When the lid of the pot was opened, the old man was fascinated at that time. This taste, this is too wonderful. Is the light taste so attractive? It's different from barbecue, but it's not worse than barbecue at all.

Jiang Qin also swallowed: ”is this a fish?”

Han Fei said with a smile, ”to be exact, it's a big yellow croaker hot pot.”

”Hot pot?”

Old Jiang pointed to the fire pot shelf and said, ”just put a pot on the fire pot?”

Han Fei: ”ah! Yeah! It's served with a fire and a pot. ”

Old Jiang: ”this dish is not hard! You give me an introduction. ”

Han Fei: ”Keke, listen to me. In this hot pot, I add 7 kinds of lingguo spices and 12 kinds of lingguo ingredients. It's only half an hour after cooking.”

Han Fei introduced other dishes by the way: ”these are all side dishes, hot and sour potato silk.”

Old Jiang: ”this is the yellow ball.”

Han Fei: ”it's nice to call potatoes. Listen to me first.”

Old Jiang talks.

Han Fei: ”this is a cucumber with a long beard.”

Old Jiang: ”this is a long green melon.”

Han Fei said, ”I know. It's nice to call cucumbers. Would you mind not interrupting?”

Jiang Qin rubs his head. They are living treasures. Can't they eat quickly?

Han Fei: ”you have eaten the drunk shrimp. This dish is colored pepper, sugar vinegar, peanuts. It's drunk This dish is even better. Stir up the fresh shrimps, take the meat, wrap a layer of bean paste, and roll it in the oil pan again. The appearance is golden, the entrance is crisp, the shrimp juice overflows, and the mouth is fragrant Well, it's ready to eat. ”

Han Fei's introduction and listening to old Jiang and jiangqin saliva are all about to fall, which comes to so many adjectives! I can't stand it.

Three people immediately moved chopsticks, all went to clip the big yellow croaker in the hot pot, one mouthful, the old man and Jiang Qin are eyes one bright.

Old man: ”it's a little fragrant of Changchun mushroom, and smooth of sweet grass, eh, and a little sweet of seven leaf flower, tut tut...”

Jiangqin's second chopstick holds a golden shrimp ball. At the first entrance, it's crispy and feels like it's going to fly.

That night, the old man drank half a jar of wine, and almost all the hard dishes were consumed by him.

Full of food and drink, Han Fei came to the old man and said, ”old man.”

Old Jiang: ”huh? What's up? ”

Han Fei: ”after all, you have been in Tianshui village for so long. Have you ever thought of making a little contribution to the people?”

Mr. Jiang: ”what do you contribute? It's not that you have no hands or feet. Go fishing yourself!”

Han Fei: ”not this kind of contribution, fishing can only make people survive, but food can make people pursue more, enjoy more, have more leisure, have more fun Don't you always watch those ordinary fishermen go out early and come back late every day, fishing day after day, everyone will be tired and tired! ”

Old Jiang: ”it seems reasonable. What's the matter with me?”

Han Fei said with a sly smile: ”old man, many fruits in our plantation can't be eaten at all, and then they rot in the soil. It's a bit wasteful I think it's better to contribute them than to waste them, so that people can know that you are also dedicated to contributing to the people, right? ”

Jiang Qin feels that she can't hear any more. God knows where Han Fei comes from. Anyway, she already knows the result. It seems that the garden has changed its owner!

Jiang Qin shakes his head from time to time, and asks you to let this guy in. Look, it's only a few days. Is this your garden or his garden?