Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

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Wan Feng walked happily to his grandma's house with a few big fish in his hands. These fish were too big and too long, and they dragged them on the floor if they failed, which made his left hand guide his right hand very hard. When I was at grandma's house, I was so tired that I was out of breath.

Uncle is sweeping the yard, grandma and aunt are busy making dinner, and both pots are busy.

It was my aunt who had eyesight, and when she saw Wan Feng came back with a big fish, her face was like a blooming September chrysanthemum, she came out to welcome the big fish in Wan Feng's hand, left one for dinner and hung the rest under the eaves.

Wan Feng entered the room and saw his grandfather squatting on the top of the kang, listening to the commentary on the radio with his eyes closed.

Wan Feng hated listening to opera the most. He sang "Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow" for a long time.

He turned around and went back to the kitchen to sit in front of the pot and blow the bellows for grandma.

August 15th is an important festival in the countryside. Generally, dinner is a bit particular, and every family will make three or four plates and bowls.

Wan Feng chatted with his grandma while pulling the bellows: "Grandma, someday I will take you and grandma for a stroll in the county town? Put on your new clothes, and I will make a new set of clothes for my grandpa for you to take some pictures." Zhang Xiang, by the way, grandma, have you ever been to the county seat?"

Grandma smiled and shook her head.

Wan Feng felt sad for a while, he has never been to the county town at such an advanced age, this is no good, he must take his grandma and grandfather for a walk in the county town on October 1st.

"Grandma, I'll make you a new set of clothes, why don't you wear them?"

"Who do I wear at home for?"

"Let's see, if you don't wear it, it will become old clothes."

"I'm going to keep it for the New Year."

"Let's do it again during Chinese New Year, and you can put it on when the moon is full after dinner."

Grandma brought a pot of green peppers without answering Wan Feng's words, and the next dish was fried pork with green peppers.

Wan Feng looked at the vegetable mound, and there was a small pile of meat on the vegetable mound, estimated to be about two catties.

"Grandma, are these meats made of green peppers? Alright, this is not fried meat with green peppers, but meat made of green peppers. You can have a good meal this time."

"Just know how to eat, that's the meat that will be put in all the dishes tonight."

"Ah! Grandma, how many dishes do you put here? That's too little." He bought five catties of meat, although five catties of meat was not much.

"If you don't save some to eat later, you can still eat all of them. I'm going to pickle some."

When Wan Feng heard it, there are five catties of meat in total, and you still want to marinate it, can you survive this day? This bit of meat is not enough for several dishes.

"No, grandma, when I buy these meats, I prepare a spoonful of stewed meat. You don't want to save any of it tonight, and we'll buy it later. Auntie, cut up the rest of the meat. Don't you want stewed beans?" Well, cut the meat bigger and put more in it, it's delicious."

Zhu Yan's hands and feet are so nimble, and regardless of her mother's eyes, she immediately fished out the remaining piece of meat, cut it into strips, threw it into the pot and copied it a few times, poured the beans into the pot, and pulled it four times. Add water in five strokes.

Wan Feng began to worry about Jiang Li because the way to save trouble by stewing beans with his aunt would definitely be a lazy woman in the future.

Seeing that grandma was about to stir-fry green peppers, Wan Feng stood up quickly: "Grandma, don't stir-fry green peppers so hot that it hurts your eyes. You go outside to get some fresh air. I'll leave this dish to me."

Grandma looked suspicious: "Do you know how to fry?"

"Isn't it enough to fry it, it's easy."

Wan Feng pushed grandma out of the door, he was worried that grandma would not be able to put two pieces of meat, it would really be stir-fried pork with green peppers.

"Auntie, how many dishes are there?"

"Now make a scrambled egg with leeks, a fried potato shreds, your green peppers are fried, and I have stewed beans here, and there is still a octopus you just brought back and a stewed tofu. I am going to fry the octopus in a pan. .”

ah! Luan Feng, is that hairtail? It's not Spanish mackerel. I said why it is so long.

Wan Feng is somewhat color-blind to the creatures in the sea, and usually can't tell who is who.

Wan Feng didn't dare to say that he mistook hairtail for mackerel, otherwise he would be laughed at.

In other words, there are still two dishes left that need meat.

Of course, fried fish does not need meat.

Wan Feng divided the meat on the vegetable mound into two, and then dumped one half of the meat into the pot. He wanted to eat meat fried with green peppers instead of fried meat with green peppers.

When the meat is fried to the fire, the green peppers are poured into the pot, and immediately a spicy taste rises into the sky.

Wan Feng quickly closed his nose and panted with his mouth, so as not to be coughed by the spicy taste.

In his previous life, Wan Feng liked to eat fried meat with green peppers very much, so he often made enough food and clothing by himself, so he still accumulated a lot of experience in fried green peppers.

Seeing that the skin of the green pepper began to wrinkle, Wan Feng licked a little bit of water, then put salt, poured soy sauce, and MSG... forget it if there is no MSG.

Stir it again with a shovel, then take a large plate and serve it out.

After pouring water and washing the pot, my uncle just finished sweeping the yard and entered the house.

"Don't go, pull the bellows for me, the next one is stewed tofu, don't you love tofu the most?"

Zhu Ping was actually in a hurry to listen to the tape recorder. Now that he has his own tape recorder, he just plugged it into his room and hasn't listened to it yet.

Hearing that Wan Feng ordered Zhu Ping to stand helplessly in front of the bellows.

After pouring a little less oil into the pot, Wan Feng threw the remaining meat on the vegetable pier into the pot.

Zhu Ping's eyes straightened: "So much meat!"

"Pull the bellows quickly, don't look around, do you think there is too much meat?"

Zhu Ping chuckled: "Of course, the more meat the better, I'm afraid your stew won't taste good."

"Cut! You can secretly be happy if you can eat the food I cook."

Zhu Ping curled his lips: "I doubt whether the food you cook is good or not?"

Is it good or not? In my previous life, I worked in rural areas as a guest chef, so stewed tofu is nothing.

After the meat was fried to 70% heat, Wan Feng poured the cut tofu into the pot.

The tofu was made by my grandma herself from the beans that had been grinding for a long time yesterday. The quantity was absolutely sufficient, and Wan Feng dumped a small pot of tofu into the pot.

As the saying goes, one thousand rolls of tofu and ten thousand rolls of fish, tofu must be stewed for enough time so that the flavor of the soup can soak into the tofu.

This pot of tofu simmered for twenty minutes, and the whole room was filled with aroma.

"Don't tell me, your stewed tofu smells delicious." Zhu Ping finally began to face up to Wan Feng's craftsmanship.

"I've been a master chef, you can lie down on the bed and have fun secretly when you eat the dishes I cook. After eating this time, I guess I'll have to wait until the Chinese New Year next time if I want to eat. It depends on whether I like to cook or not. "

"Have you ever been a master?" Zhu Ping questioned.

This seems to be a slip of the tongue, but Wan Feng didn't care about making a fool of himself and got away with it.

When the heat is up, lift the pot, carefully scoop out the stewed tofu and put them into two small pots.

My aunt's beans over there have also been stewed, and she is making the last dish, putting the cut fish pieces into the pan for frying.

Her kind of fried fish is similar to barbecue, that is, the pot is heated without licking water or oil, and the fish pieces are roasted raw in the pot, which is very delicious.

After the fish was fried, dinner began.

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