Supermarket Space: Traveling Through the Ages and Marrying a Rough Guy

Chapter 90 There is only one Song Xi

After eating, they will add a bowl of soup to them.

There is not much meat, so I can't refill them, but it is still possible to refill the soup.

As for Song Xi, the women director did not ask for this.

Because the Zhou family father and son are not the kind of greedy people at all.

Maybe all of it will be saved for Song Xi to eat, she is not worried about Song Xi.

Most of the villagers go to pick up the pork after eating the butchered dishes.

Therefore, there are not many people in the place where the pork is distributed, because everyone is eating butchered dishes!

After removing the head, feet, bones, and internal organs of a wild boar, there are still three hundred catties of meat left.

Now the village has been divided into 282 households, and each household can get one catty.

Of course, anyone who wants the remaining ten catties of meat can spend money to buy it.

The butcher responsible for killing pigs and distributing the pork is also surnamed Zhou, but he has no close relationship with Zhou Yi's family, and his surname is simply Zhou.

The young people in the village call him Uncle Zhou directly, and the children call him Grandpa.

Song Xi and the others came to Butcher Zhou and received a catty of meat from their family. After that, Song Xi asked in a low voice, "Uncle Zhou, when everyone has received the meat, if there are any bones and trotters left, Can you sell them all to us?"

Butcher Zhou knew about Zhou Yi's daughter-in-law, and knew that she needed to take care of her body more than others, so he agreed without hesitation, "Can I chop it up for you?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Zhou." Song Xi grabbed a handful of white rabbit toffee from his pocket, and put it behind the pork, where Butcher Zhou could see others but not, "Uncle Zhou, you Put it away and take it home for the children to sweeten their mouths."

These days, no one has many children, so using sugar is the easiest way to buy people's hearts.

No matter if there are any bones and trotters left, Butcher Zhou always wants to help her, doesn't he?

Being a person still needs to know how to be grateful.

Sure enough, Butcher Zhou looked at Song Xi and Zhou Yi with more loving eyes.

He tied the pork with straw, handed it to Zhou Yi, and watched them leave.

Zhou Yi had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask, because the bones and pig's trotters hadn't arrived yet!

Back home, Song Xi asked Zhou Yi to marinate the wild pork while she cooked the noodles.

Now that it's time, it's obviously too late to cook.

But the people who come here to eat at night are all young people with big appetites, and cooking noodles is not enough.

So Song Xi cooked another pot of sweet potato cubes, that is, washed the sweet potatoes and cut them into small pieces, put them in a pot under cold water, and added various seasonings after they were cooked.

The sweet potato cubes cooked in this way are soft, glutinous and sweet, with soup, not particularly dry, and taste good.

Afterwards, Song Xi fried rattan vegetable poles and winter vegetables.

The enamel basin, which is almost the size of the washbasin, is full of two large basins.

As for the leaves of vines and vines, cut them into pieces, add them to the egg liquid and stir well, brush a thin layer of oil in the pan, and fry twelve vegetable omelets, which is enough for several **** men to eat.

Every time Song Xi went to the commune, he would take thirty eggs from the supermarket.

Zhou Yi thought she bought it outside, and never asked about it.

When Song Xi brought the last dish to the dinner table, Zhou Ping and the others came over with butchered dishes.

Pig-killing dishes are pig heart and lung, pig liver, and pig blood sausage.

Each person has one spoonful of meat and two spoonfuls of soup, so they make up a bowl of pig-killing dishes.

Song Xi poured five bowls of butchered vegetables into the pot and reheated it.

She added a bowl of salty wild vegetables that Zhou Yi had pickled earlier.

Because pickles can neutralize the fishy smell of wild pork very well.

Although she does not eat wild boar, she still takes every dish seriously.

Unlike some people, they just mess around with the dishes they don’t eat.

Although you don’t eat it yourself, do others still eat it?

Zhou Yi and the others were not idle either, helping Song Xi by the side.

After the pig-killing dishes were processed, the five of them sat around the table and began to eat.

Sheng Jiahe held a vegetable omelette in his left hand, and sweet potato soup in his right.

His mouth was bulging like a hamster, and he said while eating, "Song Xi, the food you cook is so delicious, if possible, I really want to come to your house for dinner every day."

"Wonderful thinking, are my daughter-in-law's hands cooking for you?" Looking at Sheng Jiahe, who is so aggressive, Zhou Yi slapped him bluntly, "If you want to eat the food cooked by your daughter-in-law, hurry up and marry a daughter-in-law, now You are all separated, you can marry a daughter-in-law, and live your own life behind closed doors."

He was reluctant to let his wife cook all the time, and only agreed to let her cook occasionally.

The Sheng family is reconciled, and they want to eat meals cooked by his wife every day.

His daughter-in-law came to hurt him.

Sheng Jiahe sighed in his heart, but not everyone has such luck as Zhou Yi.

If he returns after marrying a troublemaker, what's the point of breaking up the family?

If he returns after marrying a daughter-in-law who only cares about his natal family, no matter how much money he has, he will be emptied!

What if he returns after marrying a blood-sucking worm, and if he doesn't **** up all his money, what if he doesn't give up?

Looking at all kinds of daughter-in-laws in the village, Sheng Jiahe couldn't help but shudder, feeling terrible.

He also wants to find a wife like Song Xi, but there is only one Song Xi in this world.

So Sheng Jiahe felt that it would be difficult for him to marry a daughter-in-law he wanted.

"This egg cake is really delicious, crispy and soft, and the vegetable leaves inside are also very sweet."

Zhou Ping sighed while eating.

He is not as greedy as Sheng Jiahe, just let him taste Song Xi's craft once in a while.

Too greedy, may outweigh the gains.

"Chop up the vegetable leaves and put them in the egg liquid and stir well. It's the same as you spread pancakes. You can try it when you go back." Song Xi said.

I told them how to do it, but as for the taste, it must not be as good as hers.

She has the blessing of spiritual spring water, and she is very confident that the chefs of the state-run restaurants are not as delicious as hers.

Song Xi talked about how to make vegetable omelette, and the three of them waved their hands again and again, refusing to go home and try.

Maybe because there are more family members, it is more complicated to do!

"Song Xi, why don't you eat pork?" Seeing that Song Xi had been eating rattan vegetables, Mo Jiaxiang asked puzzled.

If it weren’t for the fact that a few of them teamed up to kill a wild boar, then everyone would have to wait until the end of the year to kill the pigs before they could eat pork.

Ping’an Village raises two pigs, one will be handed over by the end of the year, and the rest will be shared among everyone.

There is not much to share, and for a small family, you can only get one or two taels of meat.

Families like Zhou Yi’s don’t get much meat.

This time they were the ones who hunted the wild boars, and they proposed the rules for dividing the meat, so Zhou Yi was able to share a catty of pork.

The New Year Pigs at the end of the year are collective, and they will not be divided according to their rules.

By that time, Zhou Yi will not be able to share much meat unless he buys it.

But one pig is not enough for the village to distribute, so how can there be any left for him to buy?