Vol 311 Chapter 399: What can you use your 399 pension for?

Chapter 399 399. What can you use your pension for?

Song Tan packed the white fungus for Wu Qianqian with a grimace.

There really wasn’t much left... The last pile was given to her, a full pound, packed in a large non-woven bag and covered with a layer of plastic bags.

Wu Qianqian, on the other hand, had her lips curled up the whole time, feeling extremely happy.

How should I put it? It’s her! After all, Song Tan was defeated, hahaha! So cool.

With all this going on, until Wu Lei came back from the rice fields, it was time for the family to prepare for dinner.

Wulan whispered to Song Tan in a low voice while carrying the dishes: "Fortunately, the white fungus that was drying in your yard hasn't had time to be moved here. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so impulsive if there were too many things."

Song Tan nodded and sighed: "We are really out of stock now. I have to talk to Brother Yan Ping later to suspend delivery -" for a day or two.

At this moment, everyone in the living room regained their composure and felt a little regretful. After all, it’s 4,000 per pound…

Wu Qianqian even had some hindsight—had she been deceived again?

However, just as the doubtful thoughts arose, I heard a classmate strolling in from outside:

“Good guy! We really got a treasure! I just heard Song Tan tell her mother that the stock is completely gone.”

“The tremella soup just now was so delicious! I really wanted to tell Song Tan not to make lunch, but just give me three or five more bowls of tremella soup...”

That’s right!

Everyone was drooling when they thought about the white fungus they had just put into their mouths, and felt relieved.

There were many people at noon. Qiao Qiao had been harvesting rice live for a long time. She just came back now and she had to go back to her room to take a shower as soon as possible—

This appearance of loving cleanliness is truly the true inheritance of Ulan.

"You go and wash up. When you're done, come down. I'll put all your food aside. Once you've finished it, you can go upstairs and eat."

There are too many people downstairs. No matter how big the new restaurant is, it is not comfortable to eat. It is better for a few young men to share a table.

Turning his head again, he saw Wu Lei stupidly trying to serve the dishes, and seeing how his face was all red from the sun. After all, he was his aunt, Wu Lan also sighed:

“Leilei, if you’re too tired, go upstairs to wash up and rest. If you don’t want to move later, you can eat with Yan Ping Qiao Qiao and feel more comfortable.”

Wulei also felt as if he had received an amnesty. At this moment, all his strength was slack, and he hurried upstairs.

Among other things, air conditioning, he needs air conditioning!

As for the video picture of cutting rice at the beginning and the promise to Lili... let's wait until he takes a break.

Song Tan's time was very subtle, and the bowl of white fungus soup was really pitiful and had no other use than appetizing.

No, at twelve o'clock, when everyone was hungry, dinner was finally served!

The air conditioner is on, and the aroma of vegetables and meat in the room is mixed together. It is simply indescribably wonderful!

The seventh cousin also knew that Song Tan was extremely poor and was still waiting to pay Baoshan’s new contract payment. At noon, he tried his best—

Freshly sun-dried cowpea stewed beef, paired with coriander and chili, is really refreshing and satisfying.

Scrambled eggs with chili pepper, fried shredded pork, loofah soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried minced meat with sour cowpeas, tiger skin green peppers, braised eggplant, fried bacon with garlic sprouts...and cucumbers turned into eggs, cold watermelon rind...

Each kind is a big, solid bowl, which makes the farmer's rice solid.

Everyone squeezed into the room, smelling the particularly attractive smell and the aroma of the burnt rice in the pot. Everyone couldn't help but have their stomachs growling.

That is to say, the white porridge, pickles and burritos in the morning...it’s not very hungry!

According to the rules of the past class reunions, the monitor should hold up the cup and say a few words, but...

At this moment, he just tried his best to restrain himself from stretching out his chopsticks too quickly, and then said: "Come on, let's have dinner, otherwise I won't have the energy to work in the afternoon!" No one mentioned drinking, and Song Tan even pretended to do so. have no idea. Just kidding, how can you buy something when you are drunk?

So, at the dinner table, everyone was shaking their heads and eating wildly. Except for the word "delicious", they could not say any more literate words.

The cucumber is crispy, the dried cowpea is spicy, the tiger-skinned green pepper is thick and has a unique aroma, not to mention the braised eggplant is full of sauce, not to mention filling up the meal!

Everyone ate like crazy, and they didn’t even have the energy to talk during the meal. They were more focused than the piglets in the back mountain...

So that twenty minutes later, everyone was holding their bellies and feeling the aroma and tender texture of the loofah soup, but no one dared to say anything.

How to say?

The food is in your throat and your mouth is blocked by burps. Who dares to speak again?

Only Wu Lan heard no movement and came over to take a look - Oops!

The plates and bowls were all eaten!

"This..." She hesitated and said politely: "Is everyone full? Don't be polite!"

The squad leader weakly raised his hand, but when he opened his mouth, he burped. It took him a while before he said with a grimace:

“I can’t eat anymore… I really can’t eat anymore…”

After finally seeing Wu Lan leave, the squad leader immediately asked: "Song Tan, do you have a partner? If not, I will use my family wealth to become your son-in-law... Hiccup! It's so delicious..."

"What nonsense! What's the good of having a son-in-law? Song Tan, do you need a sister? The kind you can eat. Do you think I can do it?" The female classmate was not happy.

Song Tan smiled politely: "Raising you is not as cost-effective as raising my piglets..."

This statement... is so true!

The students were silent.

After a while, someone suddenly asked again: "Um... do you raise pigs? How many pigs do you raise? Are you going to kill pigs during the Chinese New Year? Are there any pig-killing dishes?"

Song Tan smiled even more helplessly.

“Yes, there is, but think about the price of my things...or forget it.”

Everyone: ...so true! So sad!

"Xiao Song, do you think Auntie is okay? Auntie is also good at washing and rinsing. When you kill the pig, tell Auntie, and Auntie will help you."

The short-haired energetic aunt tugged at her top that was caught by the folds of her belly without leaving a trace, and then she smiled: "Auntie, if you don't use your pension to eat and drink, what else can it be used for?"

Song Tan:…

Just like that, she quite likes this kind of customer.

But who can say for sure about pork? More monks and less rice...

He started laughing now: "We have to wait until winter to kill the pig, which is too far away - but auntie, do you want to eat another rice ball? There's green pepper meat sauce in it."

Aunt:…

Her saliva was about to flow out again, but her stomach could no longer hold it at all.

At this moment, I can only reluctantly refuse: "No, I can't eat anymore, it's too full..."

Song Tan's eyes lit up again: "There are still a few cans of pickled green peaches at home. Auntie, do you want to eat some? It helps with digestion."

She took out the jar and said, "Look, this is what I picked from the peach grove on the mountain. It's very delicious!"

So sleepy and tired...Good night, my Atlantic salmon noodle flower.

(End of this chapter)

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