Chapter 56

Although Yang's mother still had some sadness on her face, she was still in a good mood when her son came back. Seeing Yang Song bringing two young people, she quickly asked, "Xiaosong, are these two?"

Yang Song remembered at this time that he had not introduced these two people, and quickly pointed to them.

"Mom and Dad, these two are my friends. The man's name is Chen Ming, and the woman's name is Meng Shihan! I drove me home. It happened that I had a rest during this period. I came to have a look and said that I wanted to eat farm food! "

Yang's father laughed, took out the dry tobacco, carefully rolled one and handed it to Chen Ming, "come on, since it's Komatsu's friend, come on, smoke a cigarette!"

Chen Ming saw that Yang's father had rolled up a dry cigarette for himself, and he was interested in it. He laughed. He took it and said thanks to him! Thank you, uncle Yang!

"No Yang Song saw this scene and asked curiously, "you boy, don't you smoke? What do you have to take? "

"Uncle Yang gave me the roll specially. I must take it! Besides, I've smoked all the best cigars. It's the first time I've smoked this dry tobacco. I'll try it fresh! " With a curious expression on his face, Chen Ming held the cigarette in his mouth.

"Come on, come on! Xiaoming, I'll give you some! " Yang's father is a warm-hearted person. He takes out the lighter and points it to Chen Ming. The latter happily gets together to light the cigarette.

Chen Ming took a deep breath, but to his surprise, the smell of the cigarette was so strong that he coughed and tears came out.

When they saw this scene, they all burst into laughter. Yang's father said happily, "my child, this smoke is not as strong as other cigarettes. It's more powerful, slow down!"

"I see! Uncle, I'm not really suitable for smoking, but uncle, here I brought you a good cigarette! Take it! It's not good for your health to smoke less Chen Ming wiped a handful of tears, lost his cigarette, gave Yang father an apologetic smile, and then pulled out a big bag of cigarettes from the gift.

After learning that Yang's father's Association smoked, Chen Ming took some good cigarettes from his home, all of which cost thousands of yuan. He took several. His father smoked cigarettes at home. But he only liked to smoke cigarettes worth more than ten yuan, and it was difficult to throw away the gifts from others. So he had to take them all. Now there are all cigarettes and good wine in the warehouse, so he just took them out to offer them to Buddha.

"Oh! How can this be made! This is all good smoke! It adds up to thousands of dollars Yang's father waved his hand in a hurry, saying that he could not make it. Although he had not smoked, he had seen it. What kind of blue and white porcelain was very expensive!

Chen Ming waved his hand carelessly and said with a smile: "it's OK. My father doesn't smoke any more. If you don't smoke these cigarettes, you'll get damp by then! You can keep it

Yang Song also came over and said with a smile, "Dad, wasn't it popular to beat landlords? Let's fight against the landlord today. This guy has money in his family. That's not bad! "

Meng Shihan also came up with a smile and said, "don't say that you beat the landlord. Yang Song, are you a small landlord now?"

Mrs. Yang was confused. She didn't know what the girl meant by the landlord, but she also knew what to do. She stood up and said with a smile, "look at our memory, children, come in quickly! It's hot outside. Come in and have some tea! Auntie, I'll give you some special products to try! "

"Good!" Meng Shihan nodded again and again. He didn't drink much water today. He was really thirsty.

Chen Ming heard the word "specialty" and his eyes brightened, so he took a good bite and followed Yang Song's parents happily.

Ten minutes later, Chen Ming took a sip of local tea, and another mouthful of radish and garlic made by Yang's mother. The taste was not so beautiful.

"Auntie! Now I know where Yang Song's cooking skill comes from. The radish you brew is so delicious! If such radish is fried, it will be better to eat! " Chen Ming's mouth stuffed with radish, still trying to praise Yang mother's own brewing radish!

Yang's father took a puff of Chen Ming's good smoke and vomited a puff of smoke. "It's just a light meal. At night, I'll ask your aunt to stir fry eggs with radish. It tastes better!"

"That feeling is good!" Chen Ming heard that there was delicious food. How could he be unhappy?

Meng Shihan also nodded. Over the years, he felt better. Hearing such pickled radish scrambled eggs, it must be delicious!

Mrs. Yang stood up and said with a smile, "you little ones are here to chat and have a rest. I'll kill the old hen and stew the old hen soup for you at night! Mend your body

"OK!"

Chen Ming nodded, bowed his head and took another sip of hot tea, which gave him a long sigh of relief.

When the second old man left, Meng Shihan asked curiously, "I didn't see your chickens in your house either."

"That old hen is kept at home to lay eggs. It is the native eggs you eat at night." Yang Song didn't care when he arrived. He ate a mouthful of pickled radish!

"What? Left to lay eggs? Forget it, forget it! Don't eat it. I'll tell my aunt! " Chen Ming got up quickly and was about to run out.

Yang Song stopped him in a hurry and yelled, "OK, OK! Isn't it an old hen? If you used to eat it? I'm sure not. It's different now. We have money. Isn't it an old hen? In the future, we will buy a group of them and let you eat them every day when we grow up! "When Chen Ming heard this, he thought about it carefully. He nodded his head and said, "yes, your boy has made so much money that he is no worse than this old hen."

In the evening of the sun, five people are sitting at the door of the house. There is a big table on the table to eat! Pickled radish scrambled eggs, old hen soup, braised meat, fish head tofu and two dishes of home grown vegetables! At a glance, it's all farm food. Chen Ming's saliva is about to flow down!

"Uncle, I came in a hurry and didn't bring any good wine. So I took some bottles of Maotai from my father's wine cabinet. I heard that it was good wine, but I don't understand it. Let me have a drink with you today."

Although Chen Ming wanted to eat it, he saw Uncle Yang and quickly pulled out a bottle of Maotai for 20 years. He didn't know what kind of Maotai was. But it should be good wine. Uncle Yang's eyes were straight.

Yang's father took the bottle and looked at it carefully. He put it on the table like a baby and waved his hand and said, "forget it, son. Let's drink some rice bar made by ourselves. This kind of wine is too expensive. We'd better take it!"

"It's OK!" Chen Ming didn't care much. Although he often went out with his father and drank a lot, he didn't really like drinking.