59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

At around 8 o'clock in the morning, the crab roe soup dumplings came out of the oven.

White steam rolled up and the aroma of meat and shallots filled the kitchen.

Chen Feng took out the roasted sweet potatoes and potatoes, only four.

Because it was covered with mud, Zhou Jing asked in surprise: "Xiao Feng, are you making beggar's chicken?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Where did the chicken come from?" My aunt smiled and said, "It must be sweet potatoes."

Chen Feng smiled and nodded, then handed four pieces of food wrapped in mud to his two cousins.

"There are two sweet potatoes and two potatoes in here. Dinghai, the soil is still very hot, so you have to be careful. You can use the back of a knife to slowly break it open." He instructed carefully.

Zhou Dinghai quickly picked up the knife, but Zhou Fubo was a little slow, so he had to use chopsticks.

Peel off the outer layer of yellow mud to reveal the leaves inside. Peel off a few layers of burnt leaves to get the sweet potatoes and potatoes that you washed earlier.

This method is the same as beggar's chicken.

Use the good heat conduction of the soil to ensure that the sweet potatoes and potatoes will not be burnt.

The consequence of doing it this way is that it will take a long time to bake, but no food will be wasted.

"Cousin, which one do you want to eat?" Zhou Dinghai asked, looking at the food in front of him.

Chen Feng smiled and replied, "Of course I chose meat buns! But these are specially made for you."

"what?"

When the brothers Zhou Dinghai and Zhou Fubo heard this, their faces instantly turned painful.

If you can eat meat buns, who wouldn’t choose buns first?

But I also want to eat roasted sweet potatoes!

Seeing this, Zhou Jing at the side couldn't help but gloat and said, "Haha, you can't waste it. You must finish all four of them, otherwise they won't taste good when they get cold."

"Dad..." Zhou Dinghai made a bitter face and tried to beg.

"Don't call me dad. It's useless even if you call me grandpa!"

Grandpa felt offended and snorted, "Who said it's useless? You eat two and they each eat one."

Now it was Zhou Jing's turn to suffer.

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, the two cousins ​​quickly gave the big sweet potato to their father and kept the two small potatoes for themselves.

In this way, they can eat a lot of buns.

Zhou Jing licked his face and looked at his wife.

My aunt sighed and took away a sweet potato.

As soon as they took the first bite, their eyes changed slightly.

"This sweet potato is so sweet, different from the roasted sweet potatoes I used to have."

Zhou Dinghai also took the time to say: "I think mine is also delicious! It smells so good!"

Hearing this, Zhou Jing finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Xiao Feng, is there any secret recipe for roasting sweet potatoes?"

Chen Feng shook his head slightly and replied with a smile: "There is no secret recipe. These are all very common things. If you have to say there is something special about them, it may be because you haven't tasted this stuff for a long time."

The sweet potatoes in the space are indeed sweeter than ordinary sweet potatoes and taste much better.

The sweet potatoes we brought before were all boiled. My aunt put too much water in them, which diluted the sweetness and made them not as sweet as when they were roasted.

After breakfast, they put on their backpacks and tied up the sacks. Chen Feng rode the bicycle while Zhou Jing sat in the back, holding the letter of introduction.

Chen Feng got on the road to the port and pedaled very fast.

Zhou Jing praised repeatedly.

After riding for an hour, Zhou Jing insisted that he come to ride, so as not to tire out his nephew.

The result happened more than thirty minutes later.

"No, it's too heavy. I need to rest for a while."

Chen Feng smiled secretly in his heart. He, a big kid, and a sack weighed more than 120 kilograms together. Adding himself, it must have weighed more than 160 kilograms.

Fortunately, the quality of Forever brand bicycles is higher than that of ordinary bicycles in later generations.

The load capacity of ordinary bicycles in later generations is about 150 kilograms, and the Forever brand bicycles are taller, so they were safe throughout the journey.

"Uncle, let me do it."

"Why aren't you tired?" Zhou Jing couldn't understand why he, an adult, couldn't compare to the strength of a child?

Chen Feng took over and set off, roasting beggar's chicken in the wild at noon.

Zhou Jing has become "numb" to the fact that his eldest nephew can catch a "pheasant" or "wild duck" by going out for a walk.

That is, get used to it.

It was after four in the afternoon when they entered Chongwenmen.

On the way, they passed by the ancient city wall from the Ming Dynasty and noticed that his uncle was looking at him curiously, so he slowed down his pace.

Passing by Wangfujing with his uncle, Chen Feng went in and bought a pack of Mudanhong cigarettes and a bottle of Xifeng liquor.

The wine ticket was the one that Chen Jianguo had given him before, and it was handwritten, not directly printed like later.

"Uncle, this is for you."

Zhou Jing looked at the cigarette that Chen Feng handed over and asked in confusion, "Why is it a woman's cigarette?"

Seeing the puzzlement on Zhou Jing's face, Chen Feng deliberately smiled and said, "This is not an ordinary cigarette. Although the packaging looks feminine, it is a good cigarette with a unique taste and high quality!"

Hearing this, Zhou Jing smiled more and said, "Well, that's fine. It's a good cigarette after all."

"It's only the nephew who understands his uncle's hard work."

He was feeling uncomfortable these days without cigarettes.

However, Chen Feng did not seem to stop there.

"Actually, my grandma particularly likes to smoke Peony brand cigarettes."

Zhou Jing was stunned and said unhappily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Are you kidding me on purpose? How much is it?"

Chen Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sly smile, and said softly: "Are you sure you want to give me money?"

"Of course, just a pack of cigarettes." Zhou Jing replied calmly.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Fifty cents."

"What? Fifty cents?" Zhou Jing widened his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Feng couldn't help laughing, then he became serious and said, "Uncle, you can't do this. People in Sijiu City are very particular about integrity. Even if you don't have money, you can't show it."

"What we are best at here is making fun of others, even if their families are so poor that they have to eat porridge, we eat sea fish."

These days, there are no keyboard warriors showing off the half-baked knowledge they learned from some adapted novels.

But there are a lot of city people who look down on country people.

Chen Feng didn't want his uncle to be laughed at, so he said, "Uncle, come here, watch more, learn more, talk less, do less, everything will be taken care of by me and my dad."

"We don't need to envy others, and we don't need to bow down for such a small amount of money."

"We are a family."

Zhou Jing was slightly stunned, and his eyes felt a little sore.

Chen Feng threw out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes.

"I just bought it. You better hide it and don't let your aunt see it."

Zhou Jing immediately came back to his senses and said happily: "Of course, don't worry, the people are here and the cigarettes are here!"

Chen Feng shook his head, poor henpecked man in the late stage of his life!

"Uncle, you will be financially free soon!"