Chapter 141: 141Chef’s Tongue

Chapter 141 141. Chef’s Tongue

Song Sancheng had no choice but to find an excuse, but his appearance has really changed a lot this year!

It turned out that he was short and thin, with dark skin and some white hair on the top of his head. He was not much different from other villagers.

But what about now?

During this period, he has been busy at home and rarely sees anyone. Now at first glance, I just feel that he looks fatter than before, and the wrinkles on his face seem to have been stretched out!

The white hair is still there, but the rest of the hair is black and shiny. When walking, the back is straight, and there is no look of the bones of the elderly shrinking at all. Not to mention how energetic!

As for the complexion, it cannot be seen or touched, but everyone can feel his health... Why, how many good things have he eaten in the spring this year? Is it made up like this?

Just thinking about this, everyone became full of confidence and expectations for what he said, "Ulan's cooking skills have greatly improved."

One of the aunts who helped plant the trees was thoughtful:

"If you ask me, I always eat more at noon - do you still remember what Tantan looked like when he came back? He passed by my door on a motorcycle, oh, I can see it, and there is a white gauze on the side of my head. His face is pale."

“Now look at this girl, she is white and rosy—”

Auntie wanted to find a good adjective, but after thinking about it, she thought of Song Tan carrying a big basket and walking like flying. In the end, she could only sum it up in one sentence -

…“You’re so strong!”

Everyone agrees with this.

Song Tan is so neat at work. With her by her side, everyone seems to be lazy.

It can be seen from this that—

“Song Sancheng and his family are the breadwinners. He must be able to support his family! Qiao Qiao looks even more handsome. Oh, what a pity for this young man—cough.”

This topic can't be discussed anymore, it's so annoying. But all the people working began to look forward to lunch at Lao Song's house.

This makes Song Sancheng a little numb again.

He just said that casually... My wife has been doing this for decades, mainly because this year's food is so good! But the good food is all being sold for money, so how can we feed it to everyone?

And at the foot of the mountain.

Song Tan's pickup truck stopped at the door of her house. The tears on Qiao Qiao's face had been wiped clean. She got out of the car first, and then looked at Song Tan expectantly.

Song Tan:…

In fact, she wanted to ask Qiaoqiao to help with some work.

but…

Oops, now I actually feel a trace of remorse and pain for doting on my child!

Because she finally succumbed to this pitiful look:

“Let’s go to my sister’s room and I’ll turn on the computer for you later—you can only watch one episode at noon.”

Just one episode!

Jojo rushed into the house cheering.

But Song Tan didn't follow him immediately. Instead, he waited for the seventh cousin and grandma to get out of the car, and then said, "Mom, I asked the seventh cousin to come to our house to be a chef. His house still needs to be tidied up." Two days, you have to stay at our house today..."

Everyone has come back with them, what else does Ulan not understand?

At this moment, she threw away the half-packed dishes. She was as enthusiastic as a sunflower, and she just wanted to follow the seventh cousin and his wife around:

She was so enthusiastic that the Seventh Cousin's originally determined mood was further relaxed. Now that the Seventh Grandma followed her into the house, he walked around the yard rudely twice and looked at the three children who were playing with a bone in the corner. This local dog is actually happy:

"These little guys are very energetic." Puppies are so energetic, so they must not be picky about their diet.

Turning around, he saw the bamboo shoots that Wulan had picked up in half and threw them away. He couldn't help but pick them up and look at them over and over. He then reached out and picked off two pieces of bamboo shoots, and stuffed them into his mouth first.

After chewing it twice, he silently broke off a small piece of bamboo shoots.

Then his expression became serious, and he began to look around the vegetables in the yard.

At this moment, the two aunties who were working as helpers also walked in. They were stunned for a moment when they saw the seventh cousin, and then they realized -

“Oh, isn’t this our original Chef Song?”

Back then, the seventh cousin dominated the countryside with his big spoon. If anyone could invite him to a banquet, it was all because of their sincerity! He is also a well-known figure.

The two of them became excited instantly. What happened? Is Chef Song cooking the lunch table today? That’s a treat!

Cousin Seven nodded as a greeting, and finally took a closer look at the Sophora japonica they put in the dustpan. The green and white buds on it were fresh and fragrant, and there was a sense of mountain air in front of them.

Even without tasting it, the seventh cousin knew that the sophora japonica was just like the one Aunt Song sent to his home. Turning around, I saw a freshly washed pot of romaine lettuce in another aunt's hand, and her brows were knitted into knots.

This lettuce is green, crisp and tender, but when he got closer and smelled it, he knew that it was no different from the vegetables in ordinary vegetable markets.

When I was a chef in the past, there was naturally nothing to choose from.

 But now there are bamboo shoots first and then locust flowers. Such a comparison is like a palace Buddha jumping over the wall on one side and a beggar gang on the other...

Isn’t this gap too big?

He lowered his head again and looked at the pot of vegetables that had been put away on the ground—

Spinach, black and white cabbage, garlic sprouts, green onions, coriander, leeks, carrots, garlic greens, lettuce…

“How come there is milkvetch here?”

It was because the environment was difficult when he first started training that everyone ate this.

What's the matter? Not only do the cities love wild vegetables, but the villages now also remember the bitterness and the sweetness?

Song Tan happened to be unloading things from the car and said casually: "The milkvetch in the field grew delicious this year, but because I had to plant vegetables, I turned it all over. Only some were left on the edge of the field. My mother went to pick it specially in the morning.”

Green vegetables are too expensive now!

The seventh cousin didn't respond. He just broke off a little bit each and put it in his mouth to taste, and then reached out and ordered all the dishes:

“Did you buy the carrots and garlic? It smells like greenhouse vegetables.”

“The rest are not grown on the same land. Also, whose vegetables are milkvetch and leeks?”

The two helpers looked at each other strangely:

“Chef Song, no wonder you cook so deliciously. Your tongue is incomparable to most people—how can you still be so good after so many years?”

“As you can tell, Wulan cut the milkvetch and leeks from his own land, and the rest are all vegetables patchworked together from the vegetable garden in our village.”

Ulan was coming out of the house with his quilt in his arms. Hearing this, he looked at his seventh cousin again. His eyes were literally shining!

What is this called? This is called real skill!

Her son learns cooking skills from such a master, and even if he is only half-skilled, he can support himself!

There will be more later, it’s very late, don’t wait.

(End of this chapter)

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