When you use chopsticks to freely scoop out the various ingredients in the water basin with the taste of lamb soup, wrap it in the dipping bowl with warmth, and then take advantage of this warm and slightly hot time to warm it up. The entrance is full.

When you let that rich taste burst open in the taste buds, your soul seems to be sublimated along with it.

At this time, the smell of sheep mutton in the air has already become a unique aroma of food. The pursuit of the taste buds for the most primitive ingredients has reached a perfect coincidence at this moment.

At this time, taking advantage of the work of chewing the miscellaneous meat in his mouth, he pulled out a deep-fried golden and crispy noodle fish from the glutinous basket on the side, while the other party was still cracking the oil. Pulling heavily from the top, a large piece of noodles with charred outside and tender inside, just a bite with the soup that has not been swallowed... Neutralized.

This is the charm of food matching, just like French fries with ketchup, ice cream sprinkled with dried nuts, and the deliciousness is doubled.

Gu Zheng had a hearty meal, and when his old mother opened the wine bottle to him, he ate a noodle fish that was bigger than a soup pot in his stomach.

Just that, his mother Qin Xiulan was still yelling.

"Oh son, why did you go to the stove to get the pastry? It's not a place where men should stay."

"Oh, my son found the noodle fish? That's right, you said that your mother's brain is too old to forget what she did."

"We should have noodle fish when we eat lamb pot. Eat more, I have made a lot!"

Don't, it's almost enough for the big night, I'm sweating all over it.

But Gu Zheng still had half ramen fish in his mouth while raising his head. The old lady Gu over there had already poured his little wine into the bowl.

Accompanied by the pickled radish skins at home, Gu Zheng swallowed, put down the noodle fish in his hand, and took a sip from the wine cup.

No wonder so many people want to be mommy!

Could it be a taste for this old lady to serve people and his wife to serve people?

You can't rely on a man who doesn't want to grow up when he is cared for all the time, and he can live comfortably anytime, anywhere.

Thinking of Gu Zheng here, he blushed inexplicably. He blinked his eyes, and pushed the glutinous rice cake in front of him in the direction of Mrs. Gu, and greeted him like Qin Xiulan; "Mother, don’t just stare at me. what."

"You eat too. I'm such an adult, and I can see it every day from now on. You don't have to live two more years for delicious and delicious food. We must live on each other for a long time!"

"Hey! Hey! Listen to my son! Let's eat together!"

Just this sentence, Qin Xiulan was moved, and the pastries in her hands trembled.

For the first time, Qin Xiulan felt that she was used to eating a bowl of water, so how did it taste so delicious today?

And this kind of faint warm atmosphere revolves around the meals at this table, making these two mothers and children who bow their heads to eat so satisfied.

The rest of the time was busy for Gu Zheng and Qin Xiulan.

One was busy packing up the dishes and chopsticks, the other was busy packing up his luggage.

By the time the two busy mother and son had finished packing up the general things, the whole village was silent.

It was late at night, and most of the people in the village had fallen into their dreams. Even Gu Lao Niang was a little more sincere than the other day because of her sudden busy schedule.

In this village, only Gu Zheng was the only one who couldn't sleep at ease no matter what.

The spring air was full of hot and dry air, and Gu Zheng, lying in the room with the windows open, was sweating like a hot summer.

And the red number that kept jumping up and down also made him inexplicably irritable. Could it be that his doomsday was related to this abnormal climate?

Is this world ushering in a climate disaster rather than a zombies rampage?

Then the focus of his work tomorrow is probably to focus on some specific measures.

As for now, I have to let myself barely squint for a while, otherwise the high-intensity procurement work that is coming the next day will be physically difficult to reach.

Gu Zheng, with a complex mind, gradually became confused as he went over and over again.

He had never seen that after he stopped tossing, the old lady Gu who was in the cubicle put a narrow sheet on his empty belly when he got up in the middle of the night, and then yawned back again. Go to sleep in the house.

But when he thought he was getting up early the next day, the bursts of rice scent from the west side of the stove were reminding him that the old mother, who was over seventy years old, wanted to give He made a delicious breakfast, which was a few minutes earlier than he could get up.

The sticky and sticky white rice porridge can't fall down even with a chopstick, and the oily fried eggs have golden curls on the edges...they are just as crisp as they are.

Sheets of pancakes fried with egg, flour and green onion are as thin as a piece of paper, which can be translucent to the light.

As for the last dish that was served from the stove, it was Gu Zheng's favorite in memory, Nan Zhuangzi's soy sauce.

Even the soy sauce is a purely natural dish made by Comrade Qin Xiulan himself with wheat bran. With the fragrant and glutinous rice porridge, it is a perfect match for the world.

The main ingredient is soybeans and peanuts. When you want to eat, throw a handful of radish and cabbage as a clear mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ Warm for ten minutes, and serve as a side dish of salty and delicious pickles. For Gu Zheng, who was a big meal, it was just right.

After eating such a breakfast, even the slight waking gas that didn't sleep enough to get up early was swept away.

Gu Zheng, who was in a good mood, sipped the porridge and said to Mrs. Gu, "Mother, I heard that there is a big collection in Huangxian County. I plan to go see it today and pack some things at home."

Gu Lao Niang subconsciously followed: "Then do I go with me, the big set is quite far away from home."

The most important thing is that I can still help my son carry things.

How could Gu Zheng deal with this? He waved his hand, and pushed out the three-wheeled tricycle with an electric motor and turned it into an electric Sanpengzi. First, he pointed to the direction of the town and said to Mrs. Gu: "No need, mother, I'll take a look at my store first, and I'll be back after taking a stroll around with my hands."

After hearing this sentence, Old Lady Gu put out her thoughts of following, and she greeted her with delight, and she did not forget to say hello when Gu Zheng’s three bungee jumpers were driving far away: "Then I will give you at noon. Pancakes, you will have a fragrant mouth when you come back!"