When I got home, I had invited several guests. I was sitting on the small wooden couch in the yard playing cards. They were all so familiar that they could not be more familiar with them. So Shi Shangzhen did not accompany the guests to take the children to Mr. Teacher's place with him.

Seeing Wen Xu and Zhao Defang come back, the old Taoist threw the card in his hand: "No more playing, everyone should help me!"

Wen Shida smiled and threw down the cards in his hand: "The Taoist priests are not lucky and have no interest in playing cards!"

Mr. Chi followed Wen Shida and finished the fight: "When will the old Taoist be lucky, he can have fun with Mr. Jiu!"

He said to the old Taoist, and Mr. Chi's movements were really quick. He got off the couch and put on his shoes to Wen Xu. He bent down and pulled open the lid of the basket and looked into the basket.

"Oh, it's not bad. Most of them are long-mouthed fish!" Mr. Chi said happily when he saw that most of the baskets were long-mouthed fish.

Wen Xu was not polite to them, and directly put the basket in his hand on the ground: "Everyone worked hard to squeeze the fish intestines. I was going to fry the ingredients first."

Zhao Defang said: "Put down some spicy food, I've gotten a little angry these days!"

"I know!" Wen Xu responded casually and walked into the house, went into the kitchen to stir-fry ingredients.

Zhao Defang and Wen Shida followed into the house and carried two small stools out of the house. In this way, the four of them started to squeeze out fish intestines in the yard.

The fish are very small, and the largest one is just the width of two fingers, about ten centimeters long. Most of them are long-mouthed fish. One finger is wide, and the mouth is seven or eight centimeters long. It is easy to make small internal organs. You don’t need a knife to hold them directly on your hand and pull a gap from the butt with your fingers. Then you pinch them in front of the fish belly without pinching them. It’s so big that you’re a little bit so hard that you’re trying to get the visceral organs come out of the fish belly.

Everyone works often. The only one who doesn't work often is a chef who used to be a street food stall. The work is also scattered. Wen Xu's base is ready to be cooked. The four of them have already squeezed the fish and took the fish intestines back by Mr. Chi. They fed the chickens and ducks in their yard and a few cranes. Wen Shida took over the cleaning work.

It was almost evening at this time, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly rose up. The light outside darkened little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye. Today's heavy rain will come as scheduled again.

Zhao Defang stood under the eaves, looking at the darker and darker sky, and said, "Every day, it's like setting an alarm clock. The weather in Wenjia Village is really amazing."

Several people thought that the houses are a bit stuffy now. The rain is coming in summer, and there is already a slight wind outside, but the heat in the house cannot dissipate for a while, so the yard is much cooler than in the house at this time. Of course, you can turn on the air conditioner. Wenxu is not a power-saving main. Besides, the green energy in Wenjia Village is actually quite good, especially when the sun is so strong in summer, it would be a waste not to get some solar energy to generate electricity.

Everyone knows that although the air conditioner is good, it is not as comfortable as the natural wind blows on your body. So the four of them are not in the house, but stand under the eaves and chat while watching the clouds gather above their heads.

"By the way, can we put the rice outside to eat? Just on this little couch, just like winter?" Zhao Defang suddenly felt a flash of thought in his mind, and he felt that eating warm pot stickers in the heavy rain must be a particularly poetic thing.

Wen Shida heard this and said, "Are you going to eat like this?"

"I think so, but it will work if this idea is OK." Zhao Defang also knew that his family was not only young but also young. Although he was a guest today, he should not treat himself as a person too much, so he asked the people around him.

Wen Shida looked at Mr. Chi on his left hand, then looked at the old Taoist again. Seeing that they didn't care, he smiled and said, "We are accompanying guests. Since you have thought of it, let's eat like this. Besides, there is nothing that is impossible. Don't underestimate the couch in Wen Xu's yard. If the wind blows down, the house will be gone long ago!"

"Okay, I'll go in and talk to Wenxu." When Zhao Defang heard this, everyone agreed that his idea must be quite exciting, so they volunteered to enter the room and reached the kitchen door and made new requests for Wenxu.

Wen Xu heard that the man was going to put the place to eat on the couch in the yard, and asked curiously: "Aren't you angry?"

"What does it matter if I'm so angry at this eye?" Zhao Defang asked inexplicably.

Wen Xu immediately explained to him: "It's cold outside! You will definitely not be able to withstand it without adding some spicy food, the temperature dropped too quickly."

Zhao Defang said dismissively: "Then just add some spicy food!"

"Okay, you guys go and prepare first. You said it earlier. I won't have to be so troublesome!" When Wen Xu heard that he was not eating in the house, Zhao Defang would run outside to eat with energy. Then he had to change his cooking method. He could not make such big pots, but he had to change the pot. As for pot stickers, he had to post them earlier.

When Zhao Defang heard Wen Xu agree, he walked out of the house and the three people under the eaves worked together. Both Mr. Chi and the old Taoist could treat Wen Xu's family as half of their own family, and were familiar with Wen Xu's things. He knew that eating on the couch immediately showed his maximum subjective initiative. He found the transparent curtains on the top of the wooden couch and hung them around the top. In this way, the original height of the top edge of the couch was about one meter, and immediately turned sixty or seventy centimeters, and it also opened about fifty centimeters outward, which seemed to be hanging a transparent Chinese-style eaves of more than half of the height.

When Zhao Defang saw this equipment, she couldn't help but exclaimed and said, "Who made this? It's quite creative!"

Wen Shida smiled and said, "Who else can do it? Wen Xu, there are really too many such things in their house!"

The old Taoist sighed softly at this time: "A smart mind doesn't need to go to the right place, just think about these clever things."

The old Taoist also likes warm intelligence in his heart. He has a pattern of doing everything and knows how to summarize and summarize knowledge. However, he is a little dissatisfied with his apprentice spending his energy on carpentry work and playing with mud. For the old Taoist, these things are all partial things that can be used to please others but are not worth investing in a lot of energy. Although he is a Taoist priest, he believes in Confucianism. All things are inferior, but only his high-level thinking of studying is a bit strange.

Mr. Chi smiled and said, "There is nothing wrong with this. Isn't it just a happy life for the past few decades of life?"

"You are now ready to see it," Wen Shida said with a smile.

Mr. Chi was happy: "I experienced it myself. When I was young, I focused my energy on unnecessary places, waiting for middle age and living for fame and fortune. I stayed in the village for two years and came back to my senses. I missed so many wonderful things!"

Speaking of this, the old man looked a little melancholy. He thought about his daughter's current situation and thought that if he and his wife could care more, his only daughter would not have become like this.

But soon the old man came to his senses: "Okay, everyone, just wait for Wen Xu to serve the food!"

After saying that, he heard Wen Xu walking out of the house with a huge pot.

While walking, he shouted loudly: "Be careful, touch the oil!"

Accompanied by Guqiao's words, Wen Xu brought a large white casserole with a diameter of 60 cm and a slope to the couch.

"There is also such a pot?" Zhao Defang was surprised when he saw this pot. It was obvious that the pot was made of mud, but it was translucent, with a warm and milky white. When he touched the hand, he did not have the astringency of the ordinary plate, but had a little glass texture. It was said that the glass texture was a bit underestimated, and it was particularly lubricating, but it floated outside about a circle wide to touch it, but it felt a little astringent.

"This is Wen Xu's original creation, specializing in eating small fish pot stickers, ground pot chicken, etc.," Wen Shida said with a smile.

"No wonder, this is the kind of material that Wen Xu has made for him." Zhao Defang immediately asked when he heard this.

"Well, this thing is just too complicated to make. I thought about this thing for three months, and I took it all for a month and a half."

Wen Xu came over with his hands holding the bottom stove, holding a round porcelain bottom bracket about twenty centimeters high in his hand, with the same texture as the pot, except for the wooden charcoal placed below, and there are breathable ancient five-bat or double-coin breathable holes around it.

When Zhao Defang saw this, she thought of asking Wen Xu for one, but when she heard about this, she immediately suppressed her thoughts.

"The main reason is that this blank is difficult to beat, and it's not just one or two. It's almost thirty or forty to burn one to be available. The main difficulty is that the inner wall looks the same as the outside, but the temperature is completely different. You don't feel hot at all on the outside, but the inside can burn people."

Wen Xu signaled Wen Shida to place the big pot on the bottom stove, then took off his shoes and put them on the couch and explained to Zhao Defang.

The credit for this thing is naturally space. Wen Xu has nothing to do here, so he just thinks about it, so he made such a thing.

"Eat!"

While explaining, Wen Xu took out his black knife and drew a piece of cake sticking to the inclined surface about five or six centimeters. In this way, a circle of cakes will be divided into one by one, making it convenient for everyone to eat.

Wen Xu then remembered that he had forgotten to bring everyone wine, so he patted his head: "Look at my memory, I forgot to bring wine!"

After saying that, I put on my shoes and went into the room. In fact, when I arrived at the door, I walked out of the space with four bottles of Yanghe Meng6. It was not Wen Xu and stingy, but this wine stayed in Wen Xu and had been in Wen Xu for the longest time. Ten boxes of Yanghe have been in the space for almost two years. This is probably a hundred years in the reality. I can't bear to drink Wen Xu for others.

Before he could reach the edge of the couch, with a bang, the lightning above his head flashed suddenly, and then the thunder came. At the same moment, the raindrops as big as beans hit him and slapped him.

Fortunately, Wen Xu is good at it and is only a few meters away from the couch. Even when he climbed onto the couch like this, raindrops were already hanging on Wen Xu's forehead.

"I'll go, it's rain!" Zhao Defang immediately said when she saw Wen Xu just a few steps.

"It's not that you haven't been here last year, but you've been staying in the house those few times," Wen Xu turned around and pulled Shui Zhuer with his hand and said.

After the wine was started, everyone was not polite and just took the teacup, one cup for each person, and five glasses of wine were all divided into a bottle.

"Damn, your wine is really good!"

As a restaurant owner, Zhao Defang is a person who knows the goods. He originally saw Wen Xu picking out Yanghe and was about to say something to him. When he found that the wine was poured out, it had a strong fragrance, and the liquid was a little thick, so he naturally wanted to praise it. He knew that such wine was generally used by big wineries to evaluate wine, and they were used in important occasions such as fairs. Such wines have been stored for decades, and most people don’t have the chance to drink them.

Wen Xu couldn't tell him that he used to be poor and rich, and thought that Yanghe was better than Maotai and Wuliangye was a little unprofitable, so he kept throwing it in the space without paying attention. As a result, because he hadn't moved for two years, he became an old cellar. The smell is so good now that it's so amazing.

"I got it by chance, everyone can try it!" Wen Xu advised.

They picked up the wine glass, and sipped it gently, then took the warm breath into their throats, then put it on a delicious little fish and chewed it in their mouths, chewing it with their heads and tails. That kind of deliciousness is really something that cannot be described by words.
Chapter completed!