He lowered his eyes and pulled the white rice, and stretched his chopsticks to the plate in front of Nie Wenyuan. Anyway, everything he likes to eat is here.
Wu nǎinǎi saw that he was being so rude again, so he coughed, "Little, you don't like lentils?"
In front of Huang Dan is the pan-fried lentils, pinched into small pieces, with red pepper shreds cut into them, green and red, and it looks like there will be food, but he doesn't like eating lentils, "Well, I don't like it."
Wu nǎinǎi said angrily, "How can you be a picky eater, come on, eat some lentils."
As she spoke, she took her own chopsticks to pick up the lentils for the young man.
In Huang Dan's bowl, there was an extra chopstick of lentils. He didn't put them on the table in front of everyone, embarrassing Wu Nǎinǎi, and he didn't eat them, but just left them there.
Nonetheless, Wu nǎinǎi was still unhappy, and she began to babble again, "There's only so little left of the lentils I picked up from the ridge a few days ago, what a good thing, I've lost all I want to eat now, It was all washed away by the water."
Nie Xiuqin sighed, "If the flood does not recede for a day, it will be inconvenient to go out."
Wu nǎinǎi didn't want to talk about the flood at all, she wanted to talk about the rudeness of the bastard, but unfortunately no one spoke up, so she had to eat in a sullen mood.
The table was quiet, only Wu Nǎinǎi pursed her mouth to eat food and made a chirping sound. She has a habit of flipping her chopsticks on the plate first when she is picking food, and she does this every time.
The older generation was poor, and Wu nǎinǎi only ate vegetarian vegetables, either eggplant or cucumber, and occasionally picked up a few radishes she had pickled herself, which were not crispy and rotten.
Nie Xiuqin smelled the yào wine, "Little, is your shoulder okay?"
Huang Dan said it was all right.
Nie Xiuqin's sigh drowned in the bowl.
Nie Wenyuan eats very fast. He is holding a rice bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. From time to time, he picks up vegetables and cooks rice without saying a word. Usually, he eats his favorite dishes by himself, and there are many leftovers. Now there are more people. , there are almost no dishes left on the plate.
Huang Dan ate the two potato chips that were attached to the edge of the plate, picked up one of the plates in front of Nie Wenyuan, poured the vegetable soup on top of the rice in his bowl, and pulled it into his mouth with his head down.
Nie Xiuqin's eyes were filled with a bit of surprise, "Little, auntie remembers that you used to hate eating potatoes, not only did you pick them out and throw them away, but also kept a stern face and wouldn't let others eat them, saying that whoever eats potatoes is not good to anyone. "
Huang Dan's voice was blurred, "The taste has changed."
Nie Xiuqin chuckled, "It's better, picky eating affects your body, you should eat more other dishes so that the nutrition can be balanced."
Wu nǎinǎi understood a little, "I don't even eat lentils, it's weird if I can balance it."
Huang Dan knew that the old nǎinǎi really didn't want him to eat Nie Wenyuan's favorite dishes, and always felt that it was prepared for Nie Wenyuan and that no one else could touch it.
He chewed slowly, ate the soup and rice in his mouth, and then went to eat the fish.
There was still a plate of fish left on Nie Wenyuan's side. Only the meat on the fish's stomach was gone. A small part was in his stomach, and most of the rest was eaten by his nephew.
Wu nǎinǎi put his chopsticks on the mouth of the bowl, his dry hands took the rag next to him to wipe the table, "I won't cook the fish at night. If I eat two meals in a row, it's easy to get angry."
She picked up the plate in front of Nie Wenyuan, "I haven't eaten much of this fish, so I'll eat less than you at night."
Huang Dan said, "I don't eat the back of the fish, there are a lot of thorns, and it will get stuck."
Wu Nǎinǎi glared at him, thinking that he was picky, and he didn't say the ugly words. Instead, he said, "Isn't there a fish tail?"
Huang Dan said he didn't eat the tail either, "I only eat the meat from the belly of the fish."
Wu nǎinǎi had age spots on her face, she smiled, and a bunch of folds appeared on her face, and the age spots were crowded together, "That's a coincidence, you have the same taste as your uncle."
Nie Xiuqin nodded in agreement and said yes, "It's better than this, but picky eaters used to be serious, but now it's really good."
Nie Wenyuan had no expression.
When clearing the table, Wu Nǎinǎi's face pulled the elder, almost catching up with the donkey.
Nie Wenyuan went to the dam in the afternoon to see the situation of the blockage. There were also several big figures in T city, all of whom had donated more than 100,000 yuan.
Huang Dan heard that Nie Wenyuan called and knew that it was such a thing, so he said he wanted to go too.
Nie Wenyuan took off his watch and threw it on the table, "Don't make trouble."
Huang Dan said, "I'll go see the People's Liberation Army."
Nie Wenyuan rolled up his cuffs and smoothed out the subtle wrinkles, "You can watch it on TV."
Huang Dan said, "It's different, uncle, I won't make trouble for you, I'll be good."
Hearing this, Nie Wenyuan turned his head to look at his nephew. The other party's face was serious and there was no trace of a joke.