My 1995 Small Farm Chapter 727

Chapter 727 Food is not the same

Maybe it's because he's thinking about something every day and dreaming about it at night. Before going to bed, Chen Ling fills his mind with children's stories, and as a result, he also has these kind of dreams at night.

I also dreamed that Kangkang and Lele had grown up.

The two of them followed Rui Rui around during the day, and pestered him to tell stories at night.

Er Hei has also grown up, and is as tall and strong as the two Hei babies.

Follow Heiwa Xiaojin, carrying a little baby on his back, and go everywhere to play wildly every day.

Later, I dreamed that I wrote a mountain adventure story with three of my own children as the protagonists, which was quite popular.

In short, it was just a night of chaotic dreams.

It's just that he liked the content of the dream.

With this energy, he excitedly sat down at his desk after getting up, picked up paper and pen, and wrote down all the stories he had dreamed about.

Usually when he gets up in the morning, he first goes outside the farm to let the chickens and ducks out, and opens the door of the livestock pen to let the cattle and sheep move around.

Then it's time to go into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Let alone doing these things today, I didn't even leave the bedroom door, and I didn't even wash my face. I just bent over the table and wrote furiously.

Wang Susu was shocked when she woke up.

A Ling, is this serious?

She thought Chen Ling was joking when he wrote stories.

After all, the family really doesn't need to rely on this to make ends meet.

Now I actually start writing very early in the morning...

She has never seen her Aling be so enthusiastic about this kind of thing.

Chen Ling just laughed at this. When it comes to things like writing, no matter how simple the thing you write is, you only have the motivation to write if there are people who read it and people who follow it.

If it weren't for this, there would be one of our own cartoons that was very successful and won the love of so many children.

Even if Chen Ling had such a dream, he would definitely not think of writing it into a story.

Now.

Some people like the stories that happen around me, and the sense of accomplishment it brings is simply fascinating.

“You write, I'll call my mother to cook.”

Wang Susu curled her lips, put on her slippers and went out to go downstairs.

After a while, he ran back again, opened the door and shouted: "Aling, the sky is cloudy outside, I feel like it's going to rain. I can't go to the greenhouse today."

"It's going to rain again?" Chen Ling frowned: "It's only been sunny for two days. Why is the weather so weird this winter? There's so much rain in winter."

After making a complaint, Chen Ling sighed: "If it rains, let's stop work for a day. It just so happens that we can't go out today, so let's move the bedroom to the wooden building."

Wang Susu said yes: "Okay, wait until after dinner to see if the sun will come out. When the sun comes out, we will go to the greenhouse. If the sun doesn't come out, we will move."

As soon as he finished saying this, the two little milk babies on the bed started crying with a "wow" sound.

The cries were high and low, one after another. You cried and I cried, and the cry was loud and continuous.

Chen Ling threw away the pen: "Forget it, I won't write any more, let's change the diaper."

Get up and walk to the bed.

Wang Susu couldn't help laughing when she saw this, and followed her to the bed.

The two little milk babies are much more difficult to take care of than Ruirui at that time.

Fortunately, after yesterday, they no longer need Wang Susu to guard the baby. If Wang Susu is inconvenient in the future, she can just use a bottle to feed goat milk.

The young couple kept busy with the two little milk babies for a while.

After changing the diaper, Rui Rui's shouting came from the yard again.

Hearing him shouting and yelling, it seems that the little muntjac ran out again, and he was chasing him in the yard.

It was a big deal early in the morning.

There's nothing we can do about it, it's like this when we have too many children.

Soon, it really started to rain lightly outside, and it stopped a little in the courtyard.

It started to rain and breakfast was ready.

Gao Xiulan saw that it was raining, so she fried some meat with the mushrooms that He Jiawen and others brought when they went down the mountain yesterday, fried eggs with green onions, and fried a bowl of peanuts.

Of course, steamed eggs for Rui Rui are also indispensable.

“Ah Fu Ah Shou, you were put into the mountains yesterday, and you haven't come back yet?”

At the dinner table, my father-in-law asked.

“No, don't worry about them, nothing in the mountains can hurt them.”

Chen Ling knew that Ah Shou would be lazy when he was full, and Ah Fu liked to patrol the mountains alone, and as expected, he went to play in the tiankeng again.

And in this weather, that lazy guy Ah Shou will never be too lazy to go outside the mountains.

Of course, this is because they know that Chen Ling is not far from them.

It would definitely not work if they were allowed to wander alone and truly released into the mountains and forests.

While they gained wisdom, they also became more dependent on Chen Ling than ever before.

If you want to find a tiger that is truly suitable for release into the forest, you can only start with the little tigers at the back.

“Boss Xiao Chen, we won't start work if it's raining today, right? We'll bring you something…”

Just after breakfast, there was shouting from outside.

They are the old men and women from Wandao. They got up very early, and there were no young people following them.

Hong Kong Island's Zheng Shaoqiu and others didn't follow either.

Chen Ling went out to meet them, each holding an umbrella and a basket.

Everyone's face was beaming with joy.

“Come in quickly, you don't need to take anything when you come home.”

Chen Ling smiled.

“I didn't take anything, just some tobacco and wine, which are the specialty of Wandao.” Mr. Wu said with a smile. "Yes, just accept it. There are no such tobacco and alcohol in the mainland. You can keep it for collection and for entertaining guests."

The rest of the people also mean the same thing. After all, the tobacco and alcohol in Wandao are more respectable.

The cigarettes and alcohol they brought with them when they came were also used as gifts when they came to visit.

“Okay, okay, then I'll accept it.”

Chen Ling took the basket and took a look. It was tobacco and alcohol that he had never seen before. The packaging was simple but it gave off a very sophisticated feeling at first glance.

“This is good, this is right.”

These old men and women all laughed when they saw that Chen Ling was willing to accept it.

Since communicating with Chen Ling about braised beef noodles, Mr. Wu and others have felt closer to him.

It was raining today, so there was no need to start any work, and Chen Ling did not have to go out, so he came to the farm as a guest.

Chen Ling took a group of them into the house. At this time, Ruirui and Zhenzhen had not finished breakfast.

Mainly Ruirui. It rained today. He didn't have to go out and no one rushed him. He just ate and played. When he saw someone coming to the house, he quickly ran to the door, stuck his head out and gnawed on the eggs to see who was coming. who is it.

If Yu Qian comes, then be ready to fight at any time to drive the annoying old boy out and prevent him from entering the house.

When he saw a group of strange old people, he lost interest. Then because he ran out too fast, he choked on his eggs, so he quickly turned around to ask Wang Susu for some porridge.

“What a cute little kid, come here, grandma, give me a hug.”

Mr. Wu's wife walked to the eaves and stretched out her hand with a smile.

Ruirui stood in front of Wang Susu, taking a big sip of porridge, peeking at them with sideways eyes, and making a swallowing sound of "ah ah ah ah" from his mouth.

Wang Susu frowned angrily: "Look at how stupid you are, how can you squint at people, it's not polite, you will have to let dad beat you later."

The brat chuckled, with sticky porridge on the corner of his mouth twice, and grabbed the egg in his hand to gnaw it.

He is not afraid of Chen Ling, Chen Ling has basically never beaten him.

Mostly play with him.

Wang Susu wiped the corners of his mouth, ignored him, and invited the guests to sit down and eat.

Mr. Wu and others quickly said that they had eaten. The villagers' meals were very early and they did not go into the house to sit down.

They have never been to the farm before. Although it is raining lightly now, they are still interested and want to visit everywhere.

They have read articles about the farm and know a lot about it.

Under the leadership of Chen Ling, I walked around inside and outside and corresponded with what I understood.

Dogs, cows, fish, pigeons…

Everything seems to be different from other places.

If I asked them to specify what was different, they couldn't tell.

In short, everything here gives them a very different feeling.

From time to time, I was amazed.

“Boss Xiao Chen, I heard that the fish you raise are extremely delicious. Can you cook us a whole fish feast in advance so that we can taste it beforehand?”

Mr. Wu stood by the ditch in the front yard and looked under the barbed wire fence. The drizzle fell into the water, causing ripples. All the mullet fish inside were floating on the water and huddled together.

One fish after another, bright red, smooth, and plump bodies made Mr. Wu and others unable to help but swallow their saliva.

“We really can't wait for your child's 100-day feast.”

“Don't worry, money is not a problem. You can sell it to us how you want to sell it to the Japanese.”

“Yes, yes, yes, we just want to try your famous whole fish feast.”

Chen Ling was speechless for a while. When she and Su Su were settling accounts last night, they said that although the fish at home were profitable, they were not easy to sell.

It's hard to come across two small Japanese like that.

Who would have thought that there would be business this morning.

“Mr. Wu, haven't you already eaten at a restaurant in the city?” Chen Ling asked.

He vaguely heard these people mention it, and it seemed that he had dined at Sun Yanhong Restaurant before coming here, and it was hosted by the province.

“Yes, I have eaten it, but Boss Sun and others said that the fish brought to the city is not as fresh as the freshly caught fish. Li Zhongyi and the two Japanese also said the same.”

“Boss Sun and the others also said that the food cooked in the restaurant tastes very different from what you cook…”

“Yes, your fish will be unforgettable once you eat it. Just because we have eaten it, we all want to drool when we see this live fish.”

“Hahaha, it's such an exaggeration...”

Chen Ling couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, okay, I'll take the time to cook a meal for everyone in the next few days."

“Ah? Can't you do it today?”

“Not today. I have to move the bedroom from the bamboo building in the front yard to the wooden building in the back.”

“Oh, yes, the bamboo house doesn't keep you warm in winter, so let's help you. It's raining anyway, and we have nowhere to go.”

"No, no, no, there aren't many things, we can just pack them up ourselves. The main thing is that we have to burn the kang in the wooden building, so we have to clean up."

“Ah, Huokang, we don't understand this, so we really can't help...”

“But, Boss Xiao Chen, in addition to fish, do you have anything simple and representative here? We would also like to try it.”

“Yes, instead of spending money to eat at the villagers' homes, why not spend money to eat at your home? We are still thinking that yesterday we ate pig head meat and today we eat fish. We change the style every day and don't eat the same thing.”

"Well…"

Chen Ling was a little speechless for a moment. You guys really enjoy eating different ways.

In the end, he is a retired rich man.

“But if it's just simple, representative food, it's really not that difficult.”

Chen Ling smiled: "We don't have any weird food here. It's ordinary food that can be sold at the market, and there's nothing unpalatable."

Having said this, Chen Ling would naturally not forget his spicy strips, so he said, "But besides these, I have a small snack that is considered a specialty. Have you heard of it?"

Chapter end

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