Traveling through the farm, I just want to earn money by farming

When Mrs. Tan returned home, there was one more person at home, and this person was none other than Mr. Ma.

"Mrs. Tan is back. Come sit down and have dinner. We are all waiting for you."

Mr. Ma's familiar greeting made Tan feel like she had come to the wrong house.

Tan was stunned for a moment, then looked at her husband with blame.

"Hello, Mr. Ma, you don't have to wait for me. Mr. Ma is a guest, how can I let the guests wait for me?"

Mr. Ma smiled and said, "Mrs. Tan, you're too polite. I was just interrupting you. I just happened to be coming down from the mountain and passing by your house. I wanted to see if the little girl was completely well. I didn't expect to disturb your dinner."

However, the reality was that he had just come down and was about to go back, but when he was not far away, he smelled the fragrance and his stomach was aroused.

That's why he came to the door with such a thick face, just to see if Qing Ning was still in trouble. Chen Changjiang didn't think much of it, because this was Mr. Ma.

Since he is here, we naturally have to invite him in for dinner.

So, isn't it just a matter of sitting down openly and letting things take their course?

Chen Changjiang and his wife were filled with gratitude and took out the wine they had stored at home to treat Mr. Ma.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ma, for thinking of my Qing Ning."

Qing Ning was secretly complaining, "This old man is quite interesting. From the moment he walked in to the moment he took her pulse, he wasn't at all attentive."

When his father invited him to stay for dinner, he immediately threw up his hands and sat down. He must be a glutton.

I have to say that Qing Ning is telling the truth. It’s not Mr. Ma’s fault. He can’t cook and he just makes a quick meal every day.

He could finally have a decent meal, and there was no way he would give it up for the sake of worthless face.

Everyone sat down and the first bowl of chicken soup was served to Mr. Ma.

After thanking him, he immediately picked it up and took a sip, "This tastes really delicious."

After saying that, he took the second bite and all the hairs on his body relaxed.

"Mrs. Tan, you are such a great cook. This chicken soup tastes really good, fresh, sweet and clear."

Mr. Ma praised generously.

Tan: "Mr. Ma, you are too kind. However, this chicken soup today was not made by me. It was made by Qing Ning."

"Oh?"

Mr. Ma was surprised and gave Qingning a thumbs up.

"Grandpa Ma, if you like, drink more. There's also black fungus in it."

Qing Ning responded with a sweet smile.

"Well, I'm not polite. Did you make this pancake too?"

"My mother made the pancakes."

"My younger sister made the batter and my mother made the pancakes." Qingyu quickly took over the conversation with a pancake still in her mouth.

Mr. Ma was even happier. "Great, great. Qing Ning's batter is well-mixed, and Mrs. Tan's cooking skills are also very skillful."

Take a sip of soup and a bite of pancake. Although it is not as crispy as when it is just out of the pan, it does not affect the taste of the pancake at all.

Soon the bowl of soup was finished, and Tan quickly filled another bowl and scooped some more black fungus.

"This fresh black fungus tastes crispier and more tender. Not bad."

Mr. Ma is really enjoying his meal now. The natural game is so fresh!

Seeing that Mr. Ma said that the black fungus was delicious, several people quickly tasted one.

"Hmm, this black fungus is fresh, crispy and tender. No wonder those wealthy families love to eat it."

Chen Changjiang sighed as he ate.

"When this thing was available in previous years, it was sold and no one ever tasted it properly."

What Chen Changjiang said was not an exaggeration. As far as he could remember, these things could be exchanged for money, but they were so precious that he would never bear to eat them himself.

Tan handed him the fungus from the bowl and said, "If you like it, eat more."

"Mom, you eat too. We picked up a lot today and cooked them all."

Qingzhu picked up the food from his bowl and gave it to Tan.

After these words were spoken, several people stopped being polite to each other.

For a while, everyone just focused on eating and didn't say much, mainly because the food was so delicious that they didn't talk much.

"Well, how are these bamboo shoots made? They're crisp, tender, and have a hint of sweetness mixed with the fragrance of wild onions. Not bitter or numb, they're better than the ones cooked at Tianxianglou."

Mr. Ma took a bite of the pickled bamboo shoots and his eyes lit up, and he was full of praise.

After hearing Mr. Ma's evaluation, the others also picked up some bamboo shoots to eat. It was indeed delicious as Mr. Ma said, not numb or bitter.

Although I don’t know what Tianxianglou is, but my husband said it’s delicious, so I think he must be right.

"Boil the bamboo shoots in boiling water, then soak them in cold water to remove the bitterness. Then add some pickles and stir-fry them in oil. They're delicious with porridge or pancakes."

Qingning is also happy today. It is also a kind of affirmation that the food she cooks is liked by everyone.

Mr. Ma looked very satisfied and said, "You are a good cook, little girl. This must have taken a lot of oil, right?"

Qing Ning: "Normally, I don't like to use oil when frying, but today I was lucky. The oil they used was pheasant oil, so I added some."

Mr. Ma: "It tastes really good. I don't often cook it in a stir-fry style, but mostly stew it. It tastes really good."

Everyone was very satisfied with the meal, and Chen Changjiang and Mr. Ma drank a lot without realizing it.

"This is the most decent and delicious meal I have had in all these years."

Mr. Ma's words calmed Chen Changjiang's family down.

Mr. Ma continued, "When I was young, I often slept in the open air. It was a blessing to be able to have a bowl of hot soup."

Recalling the past, Mr. Ma spoke with some melancholy.

"Later, I went to the capital and lived a peaceful life for a year or two. However, as a doctor, I had my own aspirations. From then on, I traveled the countryside with my friends. As I got older, I began to miss the desire for food."

The whole family was grateful and remembered Mr. Ma’s kindness.

Chen Changjiang slammed the table and said, "Mr. Ma, if you don't mind that my family only has simple meals, you can have your three meals a day at my house from now on."

The others nodded and persuaded, extending invitations.

Mr. Ma was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I won't be polite with you. I'm willing to do it, as long as you don't mind."

"I don't mind, I don't mind."

"How can we dislike it? We couldn't ask for more."

At this point, the meal was decided. Seeing that it was getting late, Mr. Ma said goodbye and left without bothering them anymore.

Seeing that the road was slippery due to rain and it was dark, Chen Changjiang accompanied Mr. Ma all the way.