v3 Chapter 808： 1st generation stew

The Zhaojia Village half a century ago has not changed much from the Zhaojia Village now. The layout is the same. Jiang Feng recognized the iconic building at the entrance of the village-the canteen.

It should be a supply and marketing cooperative now. It was later that the supply and marketing cooperative closed down and was bought by a private owner. The house has not changed. Now it seems to be the most impressive building in the village.

Jiang Weiguo came by bicycle. In this era of scarcity of materials, a bicycle that was not too old and changed its head had a sensational effect in the countryside, no less than that when Jiang Feng was in school, someone came by helicopter.

A sensation.

Everyone wants to see it, and it's best to feel it, but Jiang Weiguo happened to be visiting again for the first time. The son-in-law of Zhao’s son-in-law who has not yet made a relationship with Zhao Lanhua, the villagers dare not think about themselves. His thoughts were revealed.

Zhao Lanhua is 18 years old, and finally talked about this object. If they get smashed by them, Zhao's parents have to mention that they were picked up.

So everyone can only watch.

You can't look up close yet, you have to look far away, and don't look in the way that scares Jiang Weiguo. As a result, when I arrive at the restaurant, I will find that the people in this village are very strange. Everyone eats at the door and stares at themselves with a rice bowl.

Jiang Weiguo:?

Zhao Lanhua:...

Of course Zhao Lanhua knew why everyone did not eat at home today, but went to the door to eat. If it weren't for her who came by bike today, she would definitely sit at the door and eat and see what the bike looks like.

It's not too big to watch the excitement, and it's a bit embarrassing to become the excitement.

Zhao Lanhua is a little embarrassed now.

"The building in front is my house. I saw my mother and she was at the door." Zhao Lanhua pointed to the bungalow in front.

Jiang Feng followed Zhao Lanhua and looked around the houses in the village. He can roughly tell which house belongs to by the location of these houses. The house at this time is different from the one behind. These are old houses or half a century ago. They have basically been flattened and rebuilt. Become a small building.

The old house of the Zhao family was also demolished and rebuilt before Jiang Feng was born. This is the first time Jiang Feng has seen the old house of the Zhao family.

small.

In fact, the area alone is not small, but now there are many Zhao family members, from old to young. Zhao Lanhua's grandmother, Jiang Feng's grandmother, is still alive. In addition to Zhao Lanhua’s parents, eldest brother’s family, three unmarried sisters including Zhao Lanhua, and the smallest family with nine people squeezed into a room with only four houses, it looks pretty good. The big house is very small.

Eight people, including Zhao Lanhua’s grandmother, were guarding at the door, wearing their most decent but also the latest clothes. Zhao Lanhua’s sister-in-law took Zhao Zhuangshi, who was not very quick to speak, craned her neck and looked away. With Jiang Weiguo's bicycle.

They received the news as soon as Jiang Weiguo and Zhao Lanhua entered the village.

This village is also called Zhaojiacun, now it is called Xiahe Production Brigade. The people in the village are basically related to the same clan, and everyone knows that the eighteen-year-old three daughters of the Zhao Sanhe family who are still talking about the object will bring the object today. Home.

By the way, Zhao Lanhua's father's name is Zhao Sanhe.

This is a major event. Ms. Zhao Lanhua's marriage has always affected the hearts of the whole village. Mainly because there is nothing special in the village, and they have nothing else to worry about. It's the most worry-free and not hurtful to worry about other people's marriages.

Just talk, don’t pay anything.

Zhao Lanhua is also not very hot in the current wedding market. At this time, everyone wants to marry a wife who is in good health, strong, strong and able to work, such as Zhao Lanhua who is too old and thin, even The ones who were a little thin and out of shape before are the least popular. The reason why she went to the city by mistake to go on a blind date with Jiang Weiguo was entirely because Master Huang was thinking about introducing someone to Jiang Weiguo, and Ms. Zhao Hehua was adhering to the strategy of keeping the fertilizer from flowing out of the field, and has been searching for her relatives. .

Although Zhao Lanhua is not very busy in the rural wedding market, she still looks good. Aunt Lotus was thinking that Jiang Weiguo should not like being too strong or too small, so she introduced Zhao Lanhua to Jiang Weiguo with the mentality of giving it a try.

The Zhao family is very nervous.

Jiang Weiguo was also very nervous.

Jiang Weiguo and Zhao Lanhua walked towards the Zhao family step by step.

Closer, closer.

Arrived.

"Dad, mom, grandma, this is Comrade Jiang Weiguo." Zhao Lanhua whispered.

There is no need to introduce too much, everyone knows the situation of both sides, but they have not met. Jiang Weiguo was enthusiastically welcomed into the house and took a seat, sitting beside Zhao Sanhe.

The tables, chairs, and chopsticks are all complete, and the dishes are basically on the table. Except for the stew, everyone took their seats. Zhao Lanhua was next to her mother, and Grandma Zhao and the two little granddaughters sat aside. Zhao Lanhua’s sister-in-law hugged Zhao Zhuangshi and Young The uncle and grandfather who were very ordinary then sat together.

Ten people sat down on a small square table, although one was in his arms.

Jiang Weiguo took out the wine he had brought and put it on the table. The exquisite wine bottle immediately attracted everyone's attention. The two young girls of the Zhao family who had been staring at the scrambled eggs on the table stopped looking at the scrambled eggs and turned to the wine. bottle.

"Uncle Zhao, this is the wine I bought when I went to FJ. I didn't know what to bring when I first came. I only brought a bottle of wine. I hope you don't mind." Although Jiang Weiguo doesn't speak much, he usually talks with guests. I can still talk about it.

"FJ's wine? Then I have to taste enough!"

In fact, Zhao Sanhe didn't even know where FJ was.

Jiang Feng is not interested in these scenes on the wine table. If he really wants to hear about the relatives in the New Year, he can listen to a large basket without heavy samples.

What he is really interested in is stew.

This time Jiang Feng's movable range was not too large, but fortunately, the Zhao family was not too large, and he could barely enter the kitchen. Although he could not get close to the stew, he could at least see and smell it.

The stew is still in the pot, and the big chunks of white fat churn in the pot. Zhao Lanhua was right. The village next door did leave the best meat to their family. At this time, the best meat was fat. When such pigs are generally too full to eat, it is really not easy to find such a piece of pork belly that can be less than 20% by visual inspection.

The stew is the most traditional and authentic stew of the Zhao family.

The stew that Jiang Feng ate before was all made by Tian Mei. After seeing a generation of stew, Jiang Feng discovered that Tian Mei's stew was actually good, at least she had enough ingredients.

Although Tian Mei’s stew is fatty and unpalatable, it is at least flavorful. It is made with green onion, **** slices and soy sauce, and the stew is at least stained with sauce. The stew that Jiang Feng saw now was pure boiled meat in white water. It looked like nothing was added except salt. The white meat and the unclear soup exuded the smell of death, gurgling and bubbling.

The first generation stew is so terrifying.

Seeing Jiang Feng can only quietly put wax on the old man in his heart.

After enjoying the stew up close, Jiang Feng returned to the main hall. The main hall was already drunk. The uncle and grandpa looked a little drunk. Holding the wine glass, there was only a half glass of wine left in the glass, and he sips reluctantly. As if drinking some Qiongyeyuye.

"Brother-in-law, how much did you buy for this wine? I feel that the staying power is quite strong, and I am a little dizzy now." It is indeed dizzy. Jiang Weiguo and Zhao Lanhua are not married yet. Called.

"It should be 13." Jiang Wei Guodao, very sober.

The uncle is also sober, scared sober.

Zhao Sanhe was also taken aback. The two or three yuan of bulk liquor sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives in the village was already a very high price in their opinion, but Jiang Weiguo told him that this small bottle of wine was actually less than a catty. Thirteen yuan.

This is drinking, it's drinking money! Their family saves more than a dozen yuan all year round, and they may not be able to save it.

Zhao Sanhe suddenly felt that the dishes on the table were not enough.

In order to welcome Jiang Weiguo's arrival, the Zhao family's lunch today was a waste. Stir-fried cabbage, fried potato chips, fried wild vegetables, fried river prawns, scrambled eggs, a bowl of tomato egg soup and enough white rice, not even sweet potatoes and corn, plus the stew in the kitchen, this meal is better than Chinese New Year All food must be rich at all times.

But all this is incomparable with a bottle of liquor worth 13 yuan.

"Is the stew ready?" Zhao Sanhe suddenly raised his voice.

Mother Zhao was talking to Zhao Lanhua in a low voice, and she hurriedly got up after hearing Zhao Sanhe's call: "It should be almost done, I'll go and see."

"Okay, let Xiaojiang take a bowl." Zhao Sanhe said loudly, turning his head and smiling to Jiang Weiguo, "Lhuahua's mother's stew is the best, and it is famous in our village. Yesterday. The freshly cut meat will be stewed early this morning. Don’t be polite to eat more later.”

"Okay, thank Uncle Zhao." Jiang Weiguo nodded.

Just now when Jiang Feng went to the kitchen to see the stew, it was almost the same. It didn't take long for Mother Zhao to walk out of the kitchen with a big pot of stew. Three catties of meat were all in the pot, piled like a hill. .

The meat is good meat, fresh, natural, and carefully raised pork. After a long morning stew, it finally became this suffocating appearance.

White-flowered, greasy, desperately stewed pork in white water.

Jiang Weiguo was shocked.

The young Jiang Weiguo wrote surprise on his face, not only surprise, but also a trace of fear hidden in surprise.

Different from Jiang Weiguo's reaction from normal people, the other Zhao family members on the table saw the stewed meat, their eyes lit up, and Zhao Zhuangshi, who could not speak clearly, became excited when he saw stewed meat. It may have been told by the elders in the family before. He didn't dare to make too much noise, so he could only whisper to her mother that he wanted to eat meat.

Everyone's eyes were stuck on the stew, the fattest piece on the top, except for Zhao Lanhua.

Jiang Feng noticed that Ms. Zhao Lanhua's performance was a bit strange.

Ms. Zhao Lanhua looked a little surprised, disappointed, and even confused.

Mother Zhao brought the stew out and went into the kitchen again, and took a plate of soy sauce. Obviously, due to the serious shortage of seasonings, the first generation stew was not eaten with soy sauce, but dipped in soy sauce after it was stewed. .

Zhao Sanhe enthusiastically served Jiang Weiguo with meat and a full bowl for Jiang Weiguo. Just like every time Jiang Feng went to his uncle's grandfather's house before, his uncle's grandfather enthusiastically served meat to every child of the Jiang family, the Zhao family's enthusiasm is always a little unbearable.

Mainly because the stomach can't bear it.

"Xiaojiang, eat meat, I tell you that eating a bowl of meat after drinking is the most comfortable thing. Look at how well Lanhua's mother stewed the meat today, it's big and fat, it's almost... Oops, I forgot that Xiao Jiang, you are a cook in a state-owned restaurant, and your craftsmanship is definitely better than that of orchids." Zhao Sanhe moved the soy sauce to Jiang Weiguo.

The meat had to be eaten in front of it.

Jiang Weiguo hesitated.

He hesitated.

Just when she hesitated, Mother Zhao had already distributed good meat to other people. Stew is the most precious dish in today's meal, and it must be distributed by Mother Zhao, who is in charge of the distribution. Two yuan for each child. Grandma Zhao couldn’t eat too much when he was old, and only divided into two yuan. Zhao Sanhe and his uncle won more than half of the bowl because they were male, and Zhao Lanhua also won half of the bowl because they are one of today’s protagonists. , The rest are half a bowl each.

Everyone has eaten it.

Zhao Zhuangshi’s chopsticks didn’t make good use of it. His mother felt distressed that he took the fattest piece of meat in his bowl to his son. Zhao Zhuangshi swallowed a whole piece of white fat without blinking his eyes. Belly, only some oily flowers are left on the lips.

"Xiao Jiang, why don't you eat it? Don't be polite, just treat it like your own home." Zhao Sanhe thought Jiang Weiguo was embarrassed and urged.

Jiang Weiguo could only pick up his chopsticks with difficulty, picked up a bowl that looked the least fat, dipped in some soy sauce, and took a bite.

Then chew twice and swallow decisively.

Jiang Feng understands this state too well, they all eat meat like this back then.

Because it is really not tasty and very greasy, the longer the stew stays in the mouth, the more greasy it will be. You can also eat the smell of pork when you chew it carefully. Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain. Anyway, it is death anyway, and the experience of death will be better if you eat faster.

The stew has passed through the intestines, leaving the fat in the mouth.

I just don’t know if it will taste worse if it is dipped in soy sauce.

Jiang Weiguo quickly finished a bowl of stew.

If there were some flaws in Jiang Weiguo's expression at the beginning, he can see his pain, his resistance, and his despair as long as he observes carefully. By the middle and late stage, his performances are already very impeccable. The expression is natural, the movements are fast, and the look of gorging on it will give people the illusion that he thinks this bowl of stew is delicious, so he eats so fast.

After all, he is a person with rich social experience, and his acting skills are naturally different from ordinary people.

"How about Xiaojiang? Orchid Mom's meat stew skill is good!" Zhao Sanhe seemed very proud Jiang Weiguo ate two bites of stir-fried wild vegetables, calmed down, and calmly said: "Very good, auntie's meat stew skill is really good. Very good, Lanhua told me before, and it really deserves its reputation."

"Would you like to have more, there is still in the pot." Zhao Sanhe said cheerfully, the last bit of stew in the pot was specially reserved for Jiang Weiguo by Zhao's mother, because he was afraid that he would not have enough.

Jiang Weiguo decisively changed the subject: "Uncle Zhao, thank you for your hospitality today. You actually made a table of such a hearty dish for me. Come, I toast you."

It's getting foggy.

While it was fogging, Jiang Feng noticed that the stew in Zhao Lanhua's bowl was actually not much, there was still a lot left.

Mother Zhao also noticed.

"Orchid, why don't you eat it. Don't be shy if it's okay. You see Xiaojiang talking to your dad is pretty good. You don't need to show up later, I will tell Xiaojiang about the rest." Mother Zhao thought Zhao Lanhua was because of it. Jiang Weiguo is here so embarrassed to eat so much.

She didn’t know that every time Zhao Lanhua went on a date in the city, she was eating, and Zhao Lanhua was too embarrassed to go home and tell her parents that she had eaten some people in the city today, roast duck, braised pork ribs, roast chicken, braised prawns and steamed pork. ...

"No, Mom, didn't you stew the meat well today?" Zhao Lanhua asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Mother Zhao was dumbfounded. Jiang Feng wanted to know what Zhao's expression was on at this time, but it was a pity that he couldn't see it and could only listen.

"I don't think today's stew is as good as it used to be." Zhao Lanhua has already said very tactfully.

"It's delicious. I have stewed it this morning. I kept it for the whole morning. There will be no problems. Don't think about it."

Jiang Feng left the memory.

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