Chapter 1270 The feast begins
Zeng Youqian looked at the date on the Huayao brand smart watch that his eldest granddaughter had given him, and wondered why this person came so neatly during this period, not a festival or anyone's birthday.
Just a short while later, another person came outside. This time it was Zeng Youqian's sister.
After a while of noise, Zeng Youqian walked into the kitchen.
"Don't just stand there stupidly. Help me wash the pork leg that Yangzi brought." Chen Yumei instructed without even raising her head.
"Why are you ordering me around?" Zeng Youqian said unhappily, "There are so many youngsters out there, why do you want us old couple to cook?"
"Just do what I ask you to do. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Chen Yumei still didn't look up, wrapping the dumplings in her hands. "Today's meal must be made by both of us. You help me. Oh, by the way...you have to be responsible for frying a plate of dumplings later."
"What?" Zeng Youqian became increasingly dissatisfied. "Not only do I help you, but I also have to fry dumplings for you?"
"Do you want to fry it?"
"I fry!"
Zeng Youqian was scared and realized that there was something ambiguous in this statement, so he said in a low voice: "Fried dumplings... Old lady, something is wrong today. What kind of day is this? We have to cook, and the younger generation who are rarely seen are back."
"Don't worry about it. Just do what you are good at." Chen Yumei wrapped the dumplings skillfully.
In the past, Chen Yumei was the one who cooked for the Zeng family and was responsible for the family's food and drink, so she knew best what each family member liked to eat and what they hated to eat.
Chen Yumei put the chopped pig's trotters into the pot, added onions and ginger, and rinsed them with water first.
"Aunt, is there anything else you want me to do?" Sha Zhu poked his head in from outside.
"No, just fix yours."
"Got it!"
Zeng Youqian saw Sha Zhu was about to leave, and the doubts in his heart burst out: "Wait a minute, Sha Zhu, what day is it today, and why are you here?"
Now, half of the meals for the old couple are prepared by Jinhuan from the supermarket next door. Unless some important person is coming, they will ask Shazhu to be the chef.
But when important people come, there are usually only one or two tables. What Chen Yumei meant just now was that Sha Zhu's restaurant was very busy today.
Coupled with the situation at home, Zeng Youqian could no longer hold it in.
"We have a banquet in the alley today. Don't you know about this?" Sha Zhu answered cheerfully, "It's a buffet, right in front of the supermarket and in the alley. There are dozens of tables, and we are setting up the tables and chairs now."
"No, whose family is marrying off a daughter?"
"Please ask Auntie. I'm busy now."
Caishen Lane is now extremely well-known. With commercial housing prices soaring today, the housing prices here have always been the highest.
But this still doesn't stop rich people from wanting to buy houses here, even if it's just a few rooms in a yard.
Later, both the buyer and the seller found that house transactions here were not simple. The seller was still okay because it had been reviewed before and there were no problems. However, the seller was in trouble because the eight generations of his family would be checked, and the transaction would be stopped if there was even the slightest problem.
This leads to a strange phenomenon: housing prices are ridiculously high, but transaction volume is almost zero.
Under these conditions, naturally everyone yearns for the God of Wealth Lane, which is why some families hold wedding banquets in the lane. However, they can only invite some neighbors in the alley, and outsiders are not allowed to enter without prior approval.
"Who's having the banquet?" Zeng Youqian's suspicions were mostly gone.
"Let's have a feast at home and celebrate!"
"Celebrating what?"
"Are you getting old and confused? Have you forgotten what Director Zhang and the district leaders said a few days ago?"
“Ohhh…”
A few days ago, the district's top leader, accompanied by former subdistrict office director Zhang, and several smaller leaders suddenly came to visit and talk about the National Day celebrations.
The director did not say too much in detail, just saying that the higher-ups would reward the Zeng family on National Day, give them an honor or something, and that a news interview would be arranged before that.
Zeng Youqian said at the time that this was a good thing. Later, the district leaders said that the main honor was given to Zeng Wangcai. They were worried that Zeng Wangcai would not accept some procedural issues, so they came early to persuade the old couple.
"This is something that should be celebrated." Zeng Youqian smiled. "Smoke is coming out of our ancestral tomb. We must have a feast to celebrate. Oh, smoke is coming out of our ancestral tomb. You say it's National Day, or the National Day of the whole year. How important is this? Our Wangcai is actually going to show up at Tiananmen Square. You say..."
"If you ask me, you should try to persuade your son." Chen Yumei raised her head and put a large portion of pork ribs into another pot. "Wangcai has a bad temper. He may not be willing to come forward. Otherwise, he would not come to your house in person to give you a shot of prevention."
As the old couple talked about this topic, they slowly prepared the home-cooked meals that they used to eat at home.
It was even more lively outside.
"Hey, where is the eight-immortal table in your yard? Who are you waiting for to move it for you? You are not enthusiastic about the feast. There must be something wrong with your thinking."
"Lao Hu, Lao Hu, where are the benches in your yard? Move them out."
"Then who... idiot, hurry up and call the Niulanshan Winery. The wine we ordered hasn't arrived yet. What should we do if it delays things?"
"..."
Every time there is such a situation, we need someone to coordinate the overall situation - Sha Zhu.
Although every family in Caishen Lane is wealthy now, the tradition here remains unchanged. The octagonal table and long benches can be gathered by each courtyard without having to borrow them from outside.
Eight-immortal tables were carried out from each courtyard and set up, and young people called back from outside served as free labor.
The older people have already started to sit down, eating melon seeds and smoking.
After a while, carts of cold dishes were pushed over in front of the banquet and the dishes began to be served.
This scene is like a rural banquet...
Chang'an Street.
The seat in zero-gravity mode was very comfortable and Zeng Wangcai slept soundly.
Next to him, Zhang Xiuzhi was holding a cell phone and sending messages continuously with a smile on her face. After getting ashore, Zeng Wangcai's tense mind relaxed and he always wanted to sleep.
I slept all the way on the plane, and continued to sleep in the car after getting off the plane.
The news of their return had been sent back several days in advance.
The car stopped at the entrance of Caishen Lane. Zhang Xiuzhi saw Zeng Wangcai sleeping soundly, so she didn't call him but rolled down the car window.
Outside the car window, Zeng Le saw Zeng Wangcai sleeping soundly. He smiled at first, then his eyes turned red: "Dad..."
He never woke up Zeng Wangcai in his entire life.
"Mom, where is my dad? He is so tired that I can't wake him up even if I call him." Zeng Le couldn't help crying when he saw his mountain in this state.
"It's okay. I'm not tired. I'm just too nervous. I'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
"How do we wake him up?"
"He'll wake up on his own soon!"
Zhang Xiuzhi saw a food delivery truck, and then the aroma of food from the truck drifted over with the wind.