SIAS Chapter 36.2

With so many people, there was no room in the house, so Yi Qingqing moved the table outside the back door and served the food on the table.

“It’s time to eat. There are not enough bowls and chopsticks. You guys need to go back and get some. There are not enough chairs either. If you have any, bring two.”

This was normal, as they all lived together and the amount of tableware they prepared was not much.

“Just go through my house.” She added, “So you don’t have to go around from the front.”

They went in through the back door.

Qian Lailai, Li Mengxue, and Zheng Xiaolong had all been to her house before and had seen what it looked like inside. There was no big change from before.

Chen Zhihe had never seen it, but he had heard Zheng Xiaolong talk about it.

Only Yun Guyuan entered her house for the first time, the first time he came into contact with Yi Qingqing’s house.

Although he had looked across the room countless times, he also caught a glimpse of a corner of the room when Yi Qingqing came in and out.

But none of them were as clear as this time.

Her house was just like herself, fresh and natural, making people feel comfortable and bright.

But there was still something missing. He quietly remembered it in his heart.

This time, the old carpenter not only installed the door for Yi Qingqing, but also made a door opening in the back alley for Li Mengxue and the others. But the door panel had not been installed yet, and it would take two days.

Sitting outdoors and enjoying the cool evening breeze had a unique sense of wild fun.

“It’s time to eat. Don’t worry. There’s enough food. Everyone can eat their fill.” Yi Qingqing said.

Eating your fill was not an easy thing in this era.

Zhao Yougen and the old carpenter were shocked when they saw the table full of food and the full bowl of rice next to it.

It was true that they smelled meat, but one or two slices of meat were still meat. No one would prepare several meat dishes at once when entertaining guests.

In their eyes, in addition to meat, eggs were also meat dishes.

Moreover, although the dry rice was mixed with some cornmeal, it was still dry. Generally, people could only eat dry rice occasionally during the busy farming season, and it was not as much as what Yi Qingqing prepared.

There was an old saying in the countryside: You could tell how others treated you by looking at the dishes served at dinner.

Zhao Yougen and the old carpenter decided that this table of delicious food for Little Comrade Yi was the highest courtesy, so their favorable impression of her increased significantly.

It felt a bit like seeing their own nephew.

The two people looked at each other.

Zhao Yougen stood up and said, “There are rice, meat, and eggs. It’s too expensive. After this meal, I can’t charge you anything else, and I don’t want money. If you need any help in the future, you must call Uncle.”

The old carpenter also said that the two doors were his gift, and he thanked her for the meal.

Yi Qingqing saw that they were serious, thought for a while, and said, “I made a big portion today. I’m afraid you won’t be full. There’s still some left in the pot, but you may not be able to finish it. It’s better to give it back to you, otherwise, I’ll feel guilty.”

Only then did Zhao Yougen and the old carpenter agree.

“Since you call me Uncle, come to me if you need any help in the future. I will definitely help if I can.” Zhao Yougen said while eating the corn rice piled up in the bowl.

The old carpenter meant the same thing.

“Hey, try the meat I cooked.” Yi Qingqing scooped a spoonful of braised pork for each of them.

“This meat is amazing!” Zheng Xiaolong praised, “It tastes as good as the ones made by the state-owned restaurants in the county.”

“Indeed.” Chen Zhihe also said.

Yi Qingqing thought that this was not right. Her cooking skill level was only Level 2. She could tell the difference between her and others by the way she cooked. How could she catch up?

She also took a piece.

It was indeed much better than what she had cooked before.

This was not right!

She thought of her previous guess and tasted the remaining dishes.

Sure enough, the fried eggs with wild vegetables and the egg soup with loofah were beyond her normal cooking skills.

There was only one possibility. The taste was not enhanced by her cooking skills, but by the ingredients.

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