Wang Dahai ran back to the room and found Wang Yong in the kitchen, who was busy preparing for the evening meal, and told Wang Yong all the way to the growth of the bamboo that everyone saw. Finally, he said directly:

"Hurry and find someone to get more bamboos. Come over the bamboo whip. I want to make a forest in our village."

Wang Yong didn’t even look at his uncle. How could he not know? That was more than twenty buckets of spiritual spring water and a drop of precious water of life. It would be strange if there was no such effect!

"Okay, I'll call Yn's friend tomorrow and ask him to help get a batch of them."

"What tomorrow, I will fight today, and fight now! Hurry up, don't be too slow!" Wang Dahai urged impatiently.

Seeing that his uncle was so anxious that his face turned red and his neck was thick, he was afraid that he would get angry if he delayed it. He quickly took out his cell phone and called Zhao Zhijun.

"Second brother, I, Wang Yong."

"I know, have you arrived home?"

"Here, don't you call me to report your safety?"

"Okay, don't open your eyes and tell lies. Say it, what's the matter with me?"

"Hehe, I deserve to be a general, this is a good brain!"

"Are you finished? Hurry up, am I busy?"

"It's nothing big. I just want you to get some bamboo whips for me. I want to build a bamboo forest here in my hometown."

"Sure, that's all. I'll find someone to get it for you. That's it, I'll go to a meeting now."

Listening to the blind voices coming from the phone, Wang Yong silently held the phone and complained: It's true, are you so busy?

"How is it?" the uncle asked.

"It's done, he said he's asking someone to do it. Don't worry, this guy is a general of the armed police. This little thing is too simple for him."

"That's good, it's done. You'll have nothing to do. Make your meal! By the way, I like to sausage when sausage is hot pot, so you can make more." After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving without any intention of staying to help.

Wang Yong was not surprised to see his uncle leaving so irresponsibly. Although his uncle had a delicious mouth, he could not cook at all. He could cook rice even if he could cook porridge. It would be better to ask him to help him cook, so he would save trouble later.

In the evening, Wang Yong planned to make two pots, one spicy and the other clear soup. The base of the pot was made by Mr. Zhang before, but Wang Yong put it in a bag and put it in the refrigerator. Now he just took it out and poured it into the pot, which is very convenient.

"Well, when Mr. Zhang comes back, he will definitely ask him to do more. Not to mention whether it is hygienic or not, Mr. Zhang's craftsmanship is definitely much better than the bagged hotpot ingredients sold in supermarkets." Wang Yong muttered to himself.

Old Zhang, who was far away from home, sneezed several times, and Dawei was so panicked that he thought his master had a cold, so he was about to go to see a doctor. Uncle Zhang was so angry that he slapped him in the head, and the kid gave up. The old man was so skillful, so nothing big should be done.

Must not be missing from hot pot mutton. Wang Yong specially bought two lamb legs and cut them from them about three pounds of lamb. It is convenient to sell lamb slices directly, but the quality of the stuff is really good, and there is no guarantee.

Cut the lamb into thin slices of meat and piled up two large plates.

Fortunately, the lamb leg was cut and frozen in the refrigerator. Otherwise, it would not be so easy to cut into such thin slices of meat. Wang Yong's knife skills were forced to practice for a long time before he practiced Wang Yong's knife skills. This made Mr. Zhang scolded him for a while, saying that his skills were not as good as those of the Lidian Master in the roadside hot pot restaurant.

In addition to mutton, Wang Yong also prepared beef and peeled pork. They were all the same two large plates, plus those two plates of mutton, a total of about ten kilograms of meat, which was definitely enough to eat.

In addition to these meats, Wang Yong also prepared some Taiwanese sausages and the sausages that his uncle likes to eat. The sausages are placed on plates, and the sausages are sliced ​​before serving. These are all bought by Wang Yong in the city, and it is too troublesome to make them by himself! But when Uncle Zhang comes back, he can fool him and ask Uncle Zhang to make some. Wang Yong thought badly.

Of course, the essential duck blood for hot pot is indispensable, including beef flakes, beef tripe, and vermicelli made by the villagers. However, Wang Yong, another common goose intestine in Sichuan hot pot, has always stayed away from it and was not prepared at all. Instead, he made a plate of pork liver and ate it. Although it was not as tender as the slight liver, it was also a unique taste.

Next are all kinds of vegetables. Chinese cabbage, cabbage, lettuce, glutinous vegetables, potatoes, radish, sweet potatoes, fungus, coriander, enoki mushrooms,...

Looking at the plates of meat and vegetables in front of him, Wang Yong always felt that something was missing? What was missing?

I looked left and right and finally found a piece of tofu in the refrigerator before I suddenly realized. How can I lose tofu when I eat hot pot?

The stars in the sky rose to the sky, with starlight flashing. The countryside, which had been noisy for a day during the day, calmed down, and the strong smell of food rushed over the entire village.

The hot pot banquet at Wang Yong's house also began. Two square tables were made up into a large table, filled with plates of bowls and bowls. The soup in the hot pot was rolling up and down, and a seductive fragrance continued to radiate, making people's mouths flow.

"Okay, let's start eating! You can use your chopsticks, Xiaotian, don't be polite! Eat whatever you want, don't be heretics." Second Master spoke, and then everyone started to use their chopsticks one after another.

"The hot pot base is good! Wang Yong, where did you buy it?" Tian Yufan swallowed the meat in his mouth and said.

"Well, this spicy pot is not that spicy, it is very fragrant, and it is not dry, it is really good." The aunt also echoed.

"This is not bought outside. This is the base material made by Lao Zhang himself. I made a few bags and froze them into the refrigerator. There are still a few bags. I will take them for you when you leave and use them directly when you go home. It's very convenient." Godfather Cao Wei explained.

"Yes, I'll take it back to you when I go back." Godmother also said.

"That's so bad! Let's keep it for you to eat!" Liu Huilan hurriedly shrank, then glared at Tian Yufan.

"It's okay, let him cook when Uncle Zhang comes back. Call me when he wants to eat it in the future. I will study hard and strive to learn it. That's when I want to eat it!" In order to please his father-in-law, Wang Yong directly sold him Uncle Zhang. What is Mr. Zhang's identity? It's not that anyone can see him outside. That is, Wang Yongdao said such big words.

"It's done, drink! Don't argue, just tell Wang Yong, just let him and Brother Zhang learn this skill. Then you can get a call for Wang Yong." Wang Dahai was touched by Tian Yufan and then drank it all in one go.

"That's right, Wang Yong is your son-in-law, half a son-in-law. Why are you polite to eat his hot pot?" The mistress also spoke. This completely ended the topic of the hot pot base.

"It's delicious, this sausage is so delicious. It's fragrant and sweet. Is Wang Yong still there? Let me take it home?" Uncle told me directly without hesitation.

"There are a few more. You can take them back when you go home later! I will buy some for you in a few days. The mistress will eat this little sausage, which will be so delicious!"

"The potatoes are delicious, and there are fungus."

"I think enoki mushrooms are the best and they are not old at all. I always stuff my teeth when I eat them in a hot pot restaurant."

"Cache is also good. I used to eat it fried or cold-stir-fried hotpot. I didn't expect it to be so delicious."

"Don't just eat vegetables! You order meat, do you see that there is so much meat left?" The mistress was holding the plate and putting it into the pot. Yuanyuan, who sat beside her, quickly took it over and poured the remaining half of the mutton into the pot.

"This dish is so delicious, this meat is so irrelevant!"

"I want to tell you! Life is better now, people have eaten enough meat." Tian Yufan sighed.

"|No, when I was young, my family was poor. I remember when I went to build a reservoir, I ate six big steamed buns alone at the construction site. One steamed bun is bigger than the three now, and I was hungry until the next meal was ready." The uncle gestured with his hand how big the steamed bun was. I don't know if it was too exaggerated. According to his gesture, a steamed bun must be as big as a washbasin.

"No, when we were working on the construction site, the steamed buns we made were like small pillows. At the most, I ate four of them at one meal," the aunt recalled.

"It's true that at that time, our family only distributed more than one pound of oil a year. Eating meat was just a thought, and we would never dare to ask for it. There was no oil in our stomach, and no matter how much we eat, we wouldn't be hungry!" Liu Huilan also sighed.

"Ah! Take a pound of oil for a year?" Yuanyuan looked at the thick layer of oil on the spicy hot pot and looked at her mother in surprise.

"When you buy meat at that time, you have to be fat, it is best to have fat of more than three fingers. If you share the meat, you will be thinner. Needless to say, your family must have bad ingredients, or the master will dislike you."

"Now you want that kind of big fat meat and you can't buy it. There are foreign breeds of pigs that are slaughtered in a few months. The New Year pigs that last one year are rare now. But only one pound of oil is given this year, so how can you cook?" Wang Yong also joined in.

"What's this! When **, your second master and I didn't give you half a pound of pork in a year. Every time we cook, we rub the pig skin into the pot and add oil." The mistress's words shocked Wang Yong and Yuanyuan, who had never experienced that difficult era, were so shocked that they couldn't stop.

This is too unimaginable. What is the difference between cooked dishes and boiled water? Although I have learned about some things from the Internet, it feels completely different from what my elders said in person. After all, this protagonist is his elders and relatives!

"Then why don't you plant some peanuts and the like and then squeeze the oil yourself?" Yuanyuan said her psychological questions.
Chapter completed!