Starting A Restaurant in Old Days Chapter 6

Under the scorching sun at noon, people on the ridges of the fields are still working hard.

While harvesting wheat, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down the forehead as the sickle was swung, falling onto the fertile and oily black soil.

Henry Su held Sophie Pan's little hand and walked along the path with lunch.

Sophie Pan had a piece of fruit candy in her mouth. It was sweet and icy, as if it could soak into her heart.

She quietly looked up at Henry Su, who always had a smiling face.

A sudden sense of security.

She likes this kind of fourth brother.

Unlike her mother, she would snatch food from her and her sister, thinking that they were money-losing goods, and always moved all the food in the house to her grandmother's house.

No conversation along the way.

Is this meal edible?

This was the first thought that came to everyone's mind when they heard Henry Su's words.

That's enough to make people envious.

As Michael He walked on the yellow mud road, there was an unconcealable look of disgust and disdain between his brows.

Henry Su smiled, walked to the side of the old lady, and said with a smile, "I thought, I'm just sitting there doing nothing. As a grown man, I can walk and run. Even if I can't get out of bed, I can't lie paralyzed in bed, right? So I thought about it and decided to cook, which can also be regarded as helping my grandmother and my mother do some work."

If you are more particular, you will add a drop or two of sesame oil into the wild vegetable dumplings.

So the young and middle-aged men in the village, and even the aunts and grandmothers, all sat under the shade of the trees, eating steamed bread and wild vegetable dumplings.

Combined with the refreshing and crisp taste of cucumber, it gives a satisfying feeling of fullness without being overly greasy.

The old lady didn't pamper Emma Wang. "The chefs in the state-owned restaurants in the city are all men. How dare you say they are useless?"

So fragrant!

She even felt that compared to her son's cooking skills, what they had eaten at home in the past... were all pig food!

She turned around and saw that, sure enough, her sisters-in-law were eating without even raising their heads.

I don’t know who was holding the oil bottle and muttering for a long time yesterday.

Emma Wang sat aside, curled her lips, and couldn't help but say something sarcastic, "Henry Su, don't say that your aunt is rude. Cooking is done by old women. How can you, a young man, be busy at the stove?"

What are you bragging about?

Even if you can cook, don’t you still have to dig for food in the fields?

Unexpectedly, Michael He pinched his nose and looked impatient, "Why is there a smell of pig manure everywhere?"

The slightly spicy and refreshing kimchi instantly increases your appetite the moment it tastes on your tongue.

Once Lily Deng and Michael He get married and have a stable job, it will be natural for her to move to the city.

It’s really... so delicious!

"Gudong."

I don’t know who in the crowd swallowed.

In the past life, these things would at least be labeled as organic vegetables from farmers.

Only at this time did Henry Su have the mind to listen to this series of boasting. After he came to his senses, he felt quite amused.

Michael He heard someone arguing with him.

Lily Deng and Michael He were dressed decently, but a closer look revealed that their faces were sallow and their eyes were dark circles, as if they had not slept well and looked listless.

Thinking of this, Emma Wang no longer felt sad.

I couldn't hold my face anymore.

Henry Su took two more big bites.

"Oh, yes, my grandson did it."

But there is a lot of work to do during the autumn harvest, and if you want to go home after work, a lot of time will be wasted going back and forth.

Henry Su chewed on a steamed bread and laughed twice, "You'd better not open your mouth. If you open your mouth, you'll just spit out feces. I'd think you were composting the fields."

When Lily Deng saw the look in Emma Wang's eyes, she subconsciously smiled and moved to the side, trying to get closer to Michael He.

The people under the shade of the trees were in a dilEmma Wang as to whether to eat or not.

"Is it delicious? Look at how greasy it is, how can it not be delicious? Ouch, it's so delicious..."

How can that be a failure?

During the Great Famine, people were almost starving to death, but the chefs in the city restaurants were still plump and chubby.

Families with better conditions would mix white flour into the steamed bread, and even add one or two pieces of bacon to give it a touch of meaty flavor.

[Complete the side quest and get two and a half pounds of pork belly as a reward. ]

A large pancake made from miscellaneous grains and cornmeal.

When I looked up, it was Henry Su again!

The flesh on his face trembled again and again, and he smiled with his face but not his heart. "Henry Su, I see that you are well now, and it seems that you don't need any compensation. But I will sue you! Sue you for blackmailing me!"

But today...something seems different.

I wanted to vomit out all the oil and water I had eaten.

Damn, after hearing what this kid said, this brown steamed bread looks more and more like Sh!t...

It feels like it makes your mouth water.

By the time we reached the edge of the field, under the shade of the trees, it was already noon and time to finish work.

The fried cucumber with eggs is golden and green. When you take a bite, you can clearly feel the oily and moist feeling of the egg exploding in your lips.

An indescribable fresh fragrance wafted from somewhere and drifted in the air.

Seeing a figure coming forward, the village party secretary's wife was surprised, "Hey, Henry Su, your injury hasn't fully healed yet, why are you out here?"

Everyone's eyes darted around, as if they were looking for something, and finally fixed on the steamed bun in Henry Su's hand.

The scene was silent.

Especially the last large piece of three fresh vegetables poured on the pancake. The soup is thick and has a mushy feeling. When you put it in your mouth, the green pepper is crispy and the eggplant is tasty. When you take a bite of it with the pancake, everyone in the Su family feels that they would not trade it for anything else.

"Well, I didn't think of asking him to cook. But this guy insisted on cooking for me, saying that he wanted to honor me."

My heart finally settled down.

It seems like he's going to show off for three days and three nights.

The little old lady was reserved at first, but later, as she saw more and more people gathered around her, attracted by the fragrance, she simply pulled her small stool and sat among the crowd, her face beaming with joy.

One of the figures resembled Lily Deng.

Emma Wang looked at the old lady and snorted coldly.

The old lady said she was throwing away money, but there was a hint of joy in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or not, but when Emma Wang thought of Lily Deng, she actually saw two figures walking together on the yellow mud road at the entrance of the village.

The village party secretary's wife, Aunt Li, came over and said in surprise, "Henry Su, I've known for a long time that you are a lucky person. You've been stupid for so many years, but you're a better cook than me. If you ask me, your dish is more than enough to be served on the table."

Grace Bai sat aside, eating very delicately but not slowly.

Huh?

The aroma in the air seemed to be even stronger.

Wow!

The Su family's idiot cooks?

Emma Wang didn't dare to tease him anymore and could only mutter, "Bah! You've never cooked before and you want to be a chef. You're such a toad..."

The emerald green fried radish tops seem to heal the eyes at a glance.

When she got closer, she saw that it was indeed her daughter and her son-in-law from the city.

Henry Su glanced at him, swallowed the steamed bread in his mouth, and then slowly patted the crumbs on his hands.

Immediately, he closed his eyes and lay directly on the big rock, "Oh, my head hurts, the whole head is spinning!"

Finally, he opened his eyes and glanced at Michael He.

It's you who are blackmailed!

What the hell!