Jiang Dejun's family's banquet this time really made people relish it for several days after eating it.
Not only did Jiang Dejun's family gain popularity in the village, but even Jiang Ping became famous in the surrounding villages.
The villagers were originally discussing in private about Jiang Ping's sudden return to his hometown. They heard that the restaurants in the city had also closed down and sold. They said that Jiang Ping's cooking skills were definitely not good enough, and the restaurant that his parents had left behind had closed down.
All kinds of gossip were said.
Now, after a big banquet, not only did he become famous all of a sudden, but he also beat up all the people who could not see him doing well and gossiped behind his back.
The people who went to Jiang Dejun's house to eat raised their thumbs and praised Jiang Ping's cooking.
"Old Jun, how did you think of getting Master Jiang to burn the banquet?”
In the evening, a few old men who had finished their farm work gathered in the courtyard to drink and chat. The topic was still Jiang Ping.
"Hai, this is fate.”
"The old man at home left in a hurry. You know that he went to the opera the day before and came home to eat a big bowl of rice. He was fine.”
"It's just a coincidence. The chefs in the neighboring village and town are all busy. They either took on jobs or went out of town. We can't do it ourselves, right? There are so many tables.”
"That reminds me of Xiaojiang. His parents had a good relationship in the village and often ate together. His parents were good at cooking and opened a big restaurant in the city.”
"Aiyo, I didn't expect Xiaojiang's cooking to be better than his parents. I didn't agree at first, but I successfully persuaded him with my glib tongue.”
"Otherwise, you wouldn't be so lucky."
Jiang Dejun drank a little wine, and when someone spoke, he started bragging.
With the support of these few people, he immediately boasted even more vigorously, which made him lose his cool.
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"Master Xiaojiang, I plucked some of the edamame we planted at home and put them in the yard for you.”
Jiang Dejun's daughter-in-law, Aunt Wang, came back from the vegetable field with a vegetable basket. She conveniently placed some vegetables in Jiang Ping's courtyard.
Their family had done a good job this time, and their relationship in the village had improved a lot. This was all thanks to Jiang Ping.
Aunt Wang was also a passionate person. She knew that Jiang Ping was a young man who didn't farm and had no vegetables at home. Every time she came back from the vegetable field, she would pick more vegetables and give them to Jiang Ping.
They were all home-grown vegetables, and they weren't worth much. Jiang Ping refused a few times, but he couldn't resist Aunt Wang's enthusiasm, so he didn't refuse.
At most, he would make more when he cooked and give some to Aunt Wang as a gift in return.
Reciprocity was the way to live in the countryside. That was how relationships were formed.
This was also what Jiang Ping saw through his interactions.
The difference between rural life and urban life was still very big. Not to mention other things, the relationship between neighbors was very good.
"Auntie, wait a moment."
Jiang Ping heard the sound in the room and quickly shouted. He immediately walked out.
"I've stewed pork trotters in the pot. Bring some back for uncle to drink.”
"No need, no need. How can I take your things? I'm leaving.”
"If you leave now, I still have to send it to your house in a while. It's not good to show off. You send me vegetables every day and don't accept my pork trotters.”
Jiang Ping smiled and pulled Aunt Wang, not letting her go.
"Hey, aren't you just trying to make me look ugly? If your cooking isn't good, then my dishes are pig feed.”
"We didn't know that you left long ago that day at the grand banquet. When we cleared the plates, there wasn't any leftovers at all. We ate them cleanly.”
"Hahaha, Auntie, come in and have a seat. I still have something to ask Auntie.”
He left Aunt Wang behind. Other than delivering the dishes, Jiang Ping really had something he didn't understand and wanted to ask.
"Tell me."
"I want to live in the village for a long time in the future. I want to renovate this old house, the toilet, and the kitchen. I also want to renovate the bathroom and the air conditioner.”
After Jiang Ping finished speaking, Aunt Wang looked around Jiang Ping's old house. It had two floors. On the first floor, there was a kitchen in front, a courtyard in the middle, and a living room and bathroom at the back. The decoration was old and dilapidated.
"This old house is indeed not easy to live in. I'll help you ask around and tell you when the time comes.”
Aunt Wang agreed immediately.
Jiang Ping had never stayed in the village before, so he didn't know where to find someone.
The people in her village knew about it. She just had to ask around and see if there were any workers who were free to pick them up.
"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you. I've been stewing this pork trotter for the entire afternoon. It's too old for me.”
Jiang Ping happily filled a bowl of pork trotters and stuffed it into Aunt Wang's hand.
"Eat the good stuff yourself."
"If I can't finish it, wouldn't it be a waste? Auntie, help me taste it.”
The two of them tugged at it again before Aunt Wang accepted it. She came out of Jiang Ping's house with a smile and went back with the pig trotters.
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