What a conscienceless question this is!
Zhang Yanping was simply dumbfounded - did he look like a provincial party committee member? Why was everyone asking civil servants
Therefore, he also asked with a serious expression: "Xiao Zhu, Secretary, if I take the civil service exam, can you guarantee that I will be assigned to our village?"
Who can guarantee this
Secretary Xiao Zhu stopped talking immediately.
Zhang Yanping trembled: "Look! You also know how hard life will be if you leave this village, right? I am giving up my good life now and taking the civil service exam. What am I trying to achieve?"
"Do I have more trouble than to eat something bad somewhere else?"
Zhu Jun: ... Damn it!
What he said actually made so much sense!
Looking at the watermelon in her hand, her Zhu family must have been blessed by their ancestors in their previous life... No, in this life!
So he bit off the crisp, sweet and cool melon in his hand, and then changed the topic. He actively called everyone: "Eat melon, eat melon!"
The yard was silent.
After a while, Xin Jun suddenly burst into laughter, and then the whole yard was filled with everyone's happy laughter.
Song Tan took this opportunity to say, "Since you're sending melons, I'll send some to my uncle and aunt as well. I have to go to the city today anyway, so I can do it all in one trip."
"But please save some dinner for me. I can't get used to eating outside."
Qiao Qiao came over expectantly:
"Sister, will you take me with you today? I want to carry my Ultraman on my back. He has never seen the sky outside."
What sky outside? Aren't we all under the same sky
Song Tan was speechless, but also a little curious: "How do you recite it?"
Qiao Qiao was proud:
"My grandfather's house has the autumn johns I wore when I was a kid. I'll take off the rubber band and tie it to Cero, and then I can carry it on my back."
"The power of the M78 Nebula will turn me into a strong man in the light. I can hold two melons!"
Song Tan sneered: "I can hold 4!"
Qiao Qiao was anxious: "I'll hold 6!"
Song Tan: ... Come on, if you hold 6, I’m afraid you’ll smash my melons!
No matter whether he is Tiga or Zero, as long as he doesn’t buy melons, he is not a good Ultraman!
"Okay, okay, go ahead."
Song Tan quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Mom, take out the electronic scale. I'll put it in the car later."
I haven't sold anything for a long time, and even when I did, I didn't use a scale. I almost forgot about it.
"What do you want?" Wu Lan said now without showing any stinginess: "We need to weigh the tea leaves at night. You are going to the city anyway, why don't you just buy one on the way? It's indispensable."
Okay.
Song Tan nodded, and then began to think -
Send 3 melons to my aunt's house, 6 to my great uncle's house, and 3 to my eldest aunt's house.
As for my uncle... I didn't say it in front of the old man just now, but I have to give him a gift, so just give him one!
By the way, I also need to prepare my uncle mentally - grandpa is going to renovate the old house, and he is a grown-up son, so he needs to prepare some money in advance!
In this way, only 13 melons will be left.
…
At this moment, everyone was eating a watermelon in a hurry, but they were not satisfied at all.
The seventh cousin glanced at the big eaters present, then took out his knife and opened another one without hesitation.
This one seemed more reserved, and it didn't automatically crack when the knife touched it.
However, when I cut it halfway, there was also a "click" sound.
Everyone ate three melons in total, and when it was almost time for lunch, my seventh cousin called for a stop.
"Have you finished eating? Don't go. Help me peel the watermelon. Peel off the flesh you've been chewing, and peel off the green skin as well."
In fact, in this case, it would be more convenient to use a knife to slice out the melon pulp before eating.
But everyone says that eating like this is soulless, and you have to hold a big piece and chew it until your face is covered with juice.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether lunch is early or late, so my seventh cousin just let it go.
But now he regrets it—
"Look at the way you chewed the melon rind. It's full of holes and bumps. It's worse than a dog's! How much will be left after you peel it off?"
Song Tan took a look and found that it was really worse than being bitten by a dog.
To be honest, the king eats much more neatly.
Zhang Yanping still had a small knife in his hand. Looking at the thin layer of melon rind, he also fell silent.
The melon skin is originally thin, and after they have been chewed into a mess, part of it needs to be peeled off, including the outer green skin.
No matter how careful you are, the thinnest thing left is only two or three millimeters.
Everyone looked at each other.
Finally, it was Xin Jun who suggested—
"Then... how about eating two more melons?"
"This time, peel off the pulp first."
Good job!
After eating these 5 melons, will you guys still have lunch
I don’t even know how to comment on it.
"The main thing is that you guys chewed it so badly. If there's red flesh left on top, it doesn't matter if it's a little thin. I can still make watermelon candy, which is chewy and sweet, and tastes better than winter melon candy."
"If there is no red flesh and only white flesh is left, you can make pickled watermelon, or stir-fry it with our green pepper beef sauce. If that doesn't work, stir-fry some watermelon rind and shredded pork at noon, which is also very delicious."
"Now… "
The old man looked at the huge basin of miserable watermelon rinds on the ground and finally sighed:
"Or feed the pigs."
After thinking about it, I decided to give a warning:
"Next time you eat melon, slice off the flesh first. Even if it's not enough to stir-fry a pot, or even enough to make a plate, I can make it cold for you to taste first!"
Suck it!
With that said, who can resist
Song Youde, who was already old, felt his stomach growling. He looked around and saw a group of strong young men and laborers. His own watermelon was small.
"How about... two more?"
"Yes, his cousin!"
Song Sancheng also felt that he had not eaten enough, and now he said confidently: "This watermelon is full of water, it will be gone in a few sloshes in the stomach, eating two more will not affect lunch!"
Then he looked left and right and saw Qiao Qiao standing next to him: "Qiao Qiao hasn't learned this dish yet, so you have to give her a chance, right?"
Wow, Qiao Qiao is waiting for this watermelon rind technique, right
Uncle Seven said unhappily, "Eat it, eat it. I'll get the filling off first this time. By the way, what do you want to eat for lunch? Stir-fried or cold?"
That must be the cold-boiled watermelon rind!
The seventh cousin snorted, picked up the knife, and cut two more melons, dividing each into eight pieces, and then cut off the melon flesh with one smooth cut.
There is a emerald green skin, about five millimeters of white flesh, and two or three millimeters of red flesh on top, which is even and silky.
Zhu Jun looked at it and suddenly sighed:
"Song Tan, when you were growing watermelons, why didn't you grow some with thicker skin?"
Song Tan: …
That's a good question.
Why doesn't she grow something thicker-skinned
Because no one likes to grow watermelons with thick skin!!!
Besides, her mountain watermelon is so full that even with a thick skin, it would be stretched out by the strong and plump flesh!