"If you plant it yourself, don't add pesticides or apply chemical fertilizers, let it grow naturally, and the taste is certainly good."

Song Wen said with a smile, but he knew in his heart that it was the effect of spring water. Somehow, the vegetables watered with spring water tasted better. If you get used to eating them, it would be hard to swallow the vegetables bought from the market.

"No, my family also grows my own vegetables, and they don't add pesticides or chemical fertilizers, but the taste is not as good as this. Xiaojun, do you think so?"

Huang Xiaojun didn't pay attention to these things when he came to eat before. At this time, Chi Wannian reminded him that the taste of this dish was indeed wrong. It was not that it was not delicious, but it was too delicious. It was tender and refreshing, and it still had a lingering fragrance after eating, which made people want to eat it again. Unlike some dishes bought from the market, it tasted like a pesticide.

"Well, the taste is really different." Huang Xiaojun nodded.

"Hey, what is this?"

Chi Wannian made new discoveries again. He picked up a clean vegetable and asked, "It seems that he had never seen such things on the market."

"It's a Qingming dish." Song Wen said.

"Qingming cuisine?" Chi Wannian looked suspiciously and said, "Don't fool me. Qingming cuisine is only available around Qingming Festival. Where is it now?"

"I won't lie to you, this is what I planted myself. Come and taste it."

Chi Wannian ate it hot and felt fresh and tender, fragrant and refreshing, and it was a hundred times better than any wild vegetables he had ever eaten.

"Well, the taste is really good, it's better than the ones picked during Qingming Festival. Xiaojun, come, you can try it too."

"Yes." Huang Xiaojun responded gently and ate hot.

"What is this?" Chi Wannian picked up a piece of meat from the pot, feeling like chicken.

“It’s chicken.”

The chicken at home had grown to about one pound, and it was almost possible to kill it. He slaughtered one as the bottom of the pot, but he didn't expect Chi Wannian to have such sharp eyes.

"Well, this one is better, it's better than what we raise yourself. Song Wen, it's amazing, you're all good things." Chi Wannian praised while eating.

"If you like it, I'll bring you some when you go back."

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

"Whatever you have, you grow it yourself."

"With vegetables and meat, how can there be no wine? There is a bottle of good wine in my car, so I'll get it." Chi Wannian said, and was about to get it up and run to get the good wine in the car.

"Uncle, you can't drink when driving." Xiaojun said from the side.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just drink a little." As he said that, he was about to get up.

Song Wen quickly called him, "Mr. Chi, don't have to be so troublesome, I have good wine now."

"You have good wine?"

Chi Wannian looked disbelief. There was no good wine in the countryside, it was nothing more than rice wine, lychee wine, longan wine, bayberry wine, glutinous rice wine, etc., but the owner had already said that he didn't want to force him to get it, so he smiled and said, "Then I have to try it."

Song Wen talked about snake wine. When the customer came, there was no one who could let others give out the wine. So he stood up and took out the snake wine, and then took two glasses. It felt a bit big, so he changed to two small glasses that his father usually used to drink white wine, and poured two glasses.

Chi Wannian took the wine handed over by Song Wen, smelled it, and the aroma of wine soaked in medicinal materials floated out, feeling good, I raised my head and drank it dry. The wine entered my throat, turned into a warm current and lingered in my body. The coldness in my body suddenly disappeared without a trace, and I couldn't help but shout: "Good wine."

Then he reached out and handed the cup over, wanting Song Wen to pour wine, but unexpectedly, Song Wen buried his head in eating the food and ignored him.

He was embarrassed for a moment, and Huang Xiaojun next to him looked at it and burst into laughter.

There was no way, so he had to eat the food. He didn't notice that Song Wen had the intention of pouring wine for a while, and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you pour wine?"

After hearing this, Song Wen glanced at him, put down his chopsticks and said leisurely: "This is snake wine soaked with more than forty medicinal herbs and five arm-thick rice spoon armor. After drinking it, hissing and hissing, he can't drink too much." As he said, he looked up at Chi Wannian and said with a look at Chi Wannian.

Chi Wannian is a man, and he immediately knew what was going on when he saw that posture.

Huang Xiaojun next to him had no reaction. In southern Fujian, snake wine is the most common thing.

Chi Wannian heard the eyebrows and he had also drunk snake wine, but he had not drunk snake wine with so many medicinal herbs like Song Wen said, "Then you can't just drink one cup, and another cup."

"Then let's have another cup, no more. This thing has a strong momentum, so you can't drink too much. Don't drink it in one sip, taste it bit by bit."

Song Wen had no choice but to pour him another glass of snake wine and then put the wine back.

Seeing his style, Chi Wannian was very depressed.

Huang Xiaojun next to him was funny and didn't care about them and started eating by himself.
Chapter completed!