??Chapter 335: Don’t even compare to a dog’s chewing_1
Chapter 335: Don’t even compare to a dog’s chewing_1
This is such a conscienceless question!
Zhang Yanping was simply dumbstruck—did he look like he had the deanor of a provincial committee mber? Why was everyone asking about becoming a civil servant!
Therefore, he asked with equal seriousness, “Secretary Xiaozu, if I go to take the civil service exam, can you guarantee I’ll be assigned to our village?”
Who could guarantee that?
Secretary Xiaozu imdiately fell silent.
Zhang Yanping started quivering, “See! You also know how hard life is once you leave this village, don’t you? I have a good life now, why would I take the civil service exam, what for?”
“Do I want to go sowhere else where the food isn’t good and there’s more trouble?”
Zu Jun: …Damn!
What he said actually made a lot of sense!
Looking at the waterlon in her own hand, their Zu family must have been blessed by their ancestors… oh no, in this life, certainly by their protectors!
So, with an “ah wu” she bit into the crisp, sweet, and refreshing flesh of the waterlon and then lightly changed the subject. She actively called out to everyone, “Eat lon, eat lon!”
The yard fell silent.
It was only after a while that Xin Jun suddenly “pfft” laughed, and then laughter spread contagiously throughout the yard.
anwhile, Song Tan took this opportunity to say, “Then since we’re handing out lons, I’ll take several to my eldest uncle and aunt too, since I’m going to the city today anyhow, I might as well handle it in one trip.”
“But save so dinner for , I’m not fond of eating out.”
Qiaoqiao then eagerly approached:
“Sister, are you taking
with you today? I want to take my Ultraman backpack, he hasn’t seen the sky outside yet.”
What outside sky? Isn’t it all the sa sky?
Speechless, Song Tan was also a bit curious, “How are you going to carry him?”
Qiaoqiao beca proud:
“Grandpa’s house has my old long johns, I’ll take the elastic from them and tie it onto Seiro, then I can carry him on my back.”
“The power from the M78 Nebula will make
into a Herculean figure in the light, and I can carry two lons!”
Song Tan sneered, “I can carry four!”
Qiaoqiao grew anxious, “I can carry six!”
Song Tan: …Give it up, if you carry six, I’m afraid you’ll smash my lons!
Whether it’s Ultraman or Seiro, if they don’t buy lons, then they’re not good Ultran!
“Alright, alright, off you go.”
Song Tan quickly changed the subject, “Oh right, Mom, bring out the digital scale for
to put in the car later.”
It’s been such a long ti since we’ve sold anything, even when we do sell, we hardly use a scale, I almost forgot about it.
“Bring out what?” Wu Lan was no longer quite so penny-pinching, “Our family needs it to weigh tea leaves tonight. Since you’re going to the city, you can just buy one along the way, no big deal.”
Fine then.
Song Tan nodded and then began to calculate—
She would deliver 3 lons to her eldest aunt’s family, 6 to her eldest maternal uncle’s mother, and another 3 to her eldest aunt’s place.
As for the eldest uncle… she hadn’t ntioned it in front of Grandpa just then, but she was going to give, so she decided to give one!
She should also prepare her eldest uncle ntally—Grandpa was about to renovate the old house, and as the eldest son, he should prepare so money in advance!
That way, keeping 13 lons would be enough.
…
By this ti, everyone had crunched their way through a waterlon, far from satisfied.
Seventh Uncle glanced at the wide-eyed eaters seated around him, and decisively took a knife to open another one without any hesitation.
This one seed a bit more reserved, not splitting open spontaneously when the knife touched it.
But as the knife cut halfway through, it also snapped with a “crack”.
Everyone gobbled up a total of three lons, and just as it was getting close to lunchti, Seventh Uncle finally called a halt.
“All done eating? Don’t leave yet, help with peeling the waterlon. Scrape off the flesh you all gnawed on, and shave off the outer green skin as well.”
Actually, for sothing like this, it would have been more convenient to slice out the lon flesh with a knife right before eating.
But alas, everyone said eating it that way lacked soul, insisting they had to hold big chunks and bite into them with juicy faces to really enjoy it.
Since lunchti could be early or late, it didn’t matter much, so Seventh Uncle simply let it be.
But now he regretted it—
“Look at the way you all have gnawed on the rind, all uneven, worse than a dog’s chewing! How much is left to slice off afterward?”
Song Tan glanced over and saw it was truly worse than if a dog had chewed it.
To be honest, the King consud it much more neatly.
Zhang Yanping still held a small knife and, looking at the thin layer of waterlon rind, fell silent.
The rind was already thin, and after their ssy eating required shaving off a part, the outer green layer also needed to be peeled away.
No matter how careful, the piece left in hand would barely be two to three milliters thick.
The group exchanged glances.
In the end, it was Xin Jun who suggested—
“Then… how about we eat two more lons?”
“This ti, let’s slice off the flesh first.”
Good lord!
After downing five lons, would anyone still have room for lunch?
Seventh Uncle didn’t even know what to say.
“The main issue is you’ve gnawed them so ssily; if there were so red flesh left on top, a thin slice wouldn’t matter—I could make waterlon sugar that is chewy and sweeter than winter lon sugar, very delicious.”
“If no red flesh is left, only the white, then you can make pickled waterlon. Or you could just stir-fry it with our homade green pepper beef sauce—or if nothing else works, a stir-fried shredded waterlon rind at noon. That’s also very tasty.”
“Now…”
The old man looked at the tragically disfigured waterlon rinds on the ground and finally sighed:
“Let’s just feed it to the pigs.”
After a mont’s thought, he still instructed:
“Next ti we eat lon, everyone needs to slice off the flesh first. Even if it’s not enough for a whole pot, even just enough for a plate, I’ll mix up a cold dish for you to try at least!”
Slurp!
Just the ntion made everyone’s mouth water!
Even Song Youde, no longer young, felt his stomach growl. He looked around at all the strong young n and sturdy workers, considering how small his own waterlons were—
“Why don’t we… eat two more?”
“That’s right, Uncle!”
Song Sancheng also felt unsatisfied and spoke with conviction: “Waterlon is mostly water; it’ll just slosh around in the belly and disappear. Eating two more won’t affect our lunch!”
He then looked around and saw Qiaoqiao standing by: “Qiaoqiao hasn’t learned this dish yet, shouldn’t you give her a chance?”
Good lord, Qiaoqiao was just waiting for this waterlon rind technique, wasn’t she?
Seventh Uncle said with so annoyance, “Eat, eat, this ti I’ll slice off the flesh first—right, what do you want for lunch? Stir-fried or cold dish?”
It had to be the cold waterlon rind dish!
Seventh Uncle humphed, with swift knife work, he cut two more lons. He split them into eight slices each, then smoothly shaved off the flesh.
One could see the erald green outer layer, with about five milliters of white rind, topped with two to three milliters of red flesh, all evenly and smoothly cut.
Zu Jun, looking on, suddenly sighed:
“Song Tan, why didn’t you plant so thick-skinned waterlons when you decided to grow them?”
Song Tan: …
That was a good question.
Why hadn’t she planted so with a thick rind?
Because nobody who grows waterlons likes them with thick skin!!!
Besides, given how plump her hillside waterlons were, even if they had thick skins, they would still be stretched taut by the robust, full fruit inside!
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