Chapter 621 Roasted Sweet Potatoes
In the afternoon, Uncle Wang’s son appeared at the gate of the courtyard again. Zhang An’s brows immediately furrowed when he saw him.
“Let’s be honest, what do you want?”
He thought that this matter would be over after Uncle Wang brought this person back.
Unexpectedly, not long after, this man came to the door again.
The clay figurine is still angry. Zhang An is not a person who is afraid of trouble, so he doesn’t want to endure it anymore.
"Mr. Zhang, please don't get me wrong, I'm here to apologize."
Seeing that Zhang An's attitude was even worse than in the morning, Uncle Wang's son immediately explained.
“I didn’t understand the situation this morning and bumped into Mr. Zhang. I heard my parents talk a lot when I was at home, so I want to come over and apologize to you, hoping to clear up the misunderstanding. I also want to thank you for taking care of my parents for so long, and you are so considerate.”
Don’t say it, Uncle Wang’s son has a really good attitude right now, and he doesn’t have the same face as he did in the morning. , not only bent down to apologize, but even brought an apology gift.
"There's no need to apologize. As long as Mr. Wang doesn't cause trouble for us in the future, it's okay. As for thanks, it's even more unnecessary. Uncle Wang and the two elders are very kind in the village and don't take care of us."
Zhang An looked indifferent. He said, his tone full of the feeling of being rejected thousands of miles away.
He doesn't have a good impression of the son of Uncle Wang's family. After all, his impression was very bad when they first met. But no one would accuse others of seeking wealth and killing people when they first met, so it was impossible. Give him a little smile.
"Please rest assured, Mr. Zhang, it will definitely not happen again in the future. This is my apology, please accept it."
Seeing that Zhang An's attitude towards him was not good, Uncle Wang's son Don't care either.
After all, I was the one who made the mistake in the morning, and it was already a great honor for others to not take action directly.
"We don't care about this here. I have something to do next, so I won't keep Mr. Wang here."
Zhang An shook his head and said goodbye without any intention of accepting.
Back in the backyard, Zhang An put his feet up to play with his son while sinking his mind into space.
More than a month has passed since the last time I used spiritual spring crystal dew to feed the centipedes in the space.
It suddenly occurred to me today that I could use internal vision to observe while taking care of my son.
You don’t know the result, but you’re shocked. When Zhang Ancai turned his attention to the bamboo forest, he found a dead centipede on the ground.
Seeing this, Zhang An quickly stood up, left his son to his mother, said he had something to do, and went upstairs to his room.
When they came to the space, Zhang An found that many centipedes were dead, and they came in different sizes, ranging from a little over a head to nearly two feet tall.
At this moment, what he was worried about had happened. These centipedes would grow old and die.
But now Zhang An had no time to feel sorry for these dead guys, and immediately looked for the biggest guy in the space.
If the biggest one also dies, then all the spiritual spring crystal dew he fed before will be completely in vain.
Fortunately, after a while, he found the largest centipede in a hole in the bamboo forest.
Hearing Zhang An's greeting, the big guy kept twisting its tentacles and crawled out of the hole, circling around Zhang An.
Zhang An was relieved to see that this thing was safe and sound.
Looking carefully, this guy has actually grown up a bit compared to before.
However, after Zhang An counted carefully, he found that although this guy had grown up, his feet had not increased. They were still the same 136 pairs since the last molt.
It’s just that after the body size increased, the original reddish-brown outer skin has turned dark green or even black. It may be that the molting time has passed for too long, and the weak outer shell has grown stronger.
On the crimson head, the two tentacles are also longer than before.
Zhang An sighed, knowing that if he wanted to see this guy grow new feet again, he might have to wait until the next time he sheds his skin.
After all, more than a month has passed outside, and it will only last longer in the space. After such a long time, coupled with the magical effects in the space, this guy has only grown up a little, and he wants to rely on it It will definitely be impossible to grow and shed one's own skin in a short time without using spiritual spring crystal dew.
Thinking of the Lingquan Crystal Dew, Zhang An shifted his attention to the spring and found that only a few drops had been accumulated.
The only thing left to do now is to wait until enough Lingquan Crystal Dew is accumulated before giving it another try.
When he turned his attention away from the big guy, he found that the centipede corpses on the ground had disappeared.
It was then that he remembered that space decomposes the remains of animals very quickly. As long as he does not think about keeping them, they will be absorbed after a while.
So he quickly put away the dead centipedes on the ground. This thing is a very precious medicinal material, especially the centipedes in space. The medicinal effect will definitely not be bad.
When he thought of those centipedes swallowed by space, he felt extremely distressed. The small ones were just fine, but the big ones would definitely be encountered but not sought after outside.
But it’s too late now. The only thing is how much is too much. Pay more attention in the future.
However, after Zhang An finished sorting, he found that there were quite a few left behind. There were three or four pieces that were only one or two feet in size.
After doing this, Zhang An began to patrol the space. After walking around for a while, he came out of the space.
After Zhang An went downstairs, he found that his son was very obediently guarding beside the stove.
When I opened the stove ring, I found several sweet potatoes and potatoes roasting inside.
It turned out that I was waiting for food. No wonder I stayed here patiently today.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Although the little guy was calling Zhang An, his eyes were staring at the furnace ring.
In fact, he was only as tall as the stove, and his eyes could not reach the stove plate.
But this is no problem for the little guy who has been smart since he was a child. He just pulled up a stool and stood up, and he was suddenly taller.
“It’s not cooked yet, don’t worry, just wait a little longer.”
Zhang An was very respectful to his son, opened the stove ring again, and turned over the sweet potatoes and potatoes inside. Not baked yet.
“Oh!”
Hearing that he couldn’t eat it yet, the little guy had to be patient and continue to wait.
This is a foodie who has the most basic respect for food.
If it was about other things, this man would probably be impatient.
Halfway through, a fragrant smell began to waft out of the stove ring. Zhang An opened the stove ring again and turned over the potatoes and sweet potatoes inside.
You only need to grill the other side and you can take it out and eat it.
After half a meal, the potatoes and sweet potatoes were all roasted, and Zhang An took them all out with a small bamboo basket.
Looking at the steaming sweet potatoes and potatoes with roasted black skins, the little guy finally stopped staring at the stove ring.
However, he did not reach out for it immediately, but sat on the chair very obediently and waited.
Mainly because the last time Zhang An roasted sweet potatoes, the little guy reached out to take them in a hurry and got burned once.
It was that time that taught the little guy a profound lesson, so he is smart and has learned well now.
Of course, the price was not only that he was burned once, but also that Zhang An was nagged by Wang Fang for several days.
"Wait for now, daddy will peel it before giving it to you."
Zhang An picked up a roasted sweet potato and started peeling it, and then said to his son.
Looking at his son who was impatient just now but now calmed down, Zhang An was very satisfied. "Yeah!"
The little guy nodded heavily while responding to his father.
After a while, Zhang An peeled a small sweet potato. Because it was still very hot, he specially used a chopstick to skewer it.
“Here, you can eat it, but it’s very hot and you have to blow it before you can eat it.”
Zhang An handed the sweet potato skewered with chopsticks to his son, but he did not forget to warn him. .
The little guy stopped talking and concentrated on blowing on the steaming sweet potatoes.
After blowing several times, I carefully took a small bite.
These are usually taught by Wang Fang, and the little guy also learns very quickly.
Zhang An was not idle after that. He peeled the remaining potatoes and sweet potatoes and set them aside to cool. When he gave them to the little guy later, he would not have to blow them for a long time to take a bite.
“Hey, we are roasting sweet potatoes, they taste so delicious.”
When the little guy was eating deliciously, Chen Ze came over.
As soon as I saw the sweet potatoes, I reached for one.
As a result, he found that the little guy had stopped talking and was looking at him with wide eyes.
"Okay, okay, Uncle Chen won't eat from you. At such an old age, he has learned to protect his food. It will be better when he grows up."
Although the little guy didn't speak, he Chen Ze understood immediately, put the sweet potatoes back immediately, and pushed the bowl in front of the little guy.
Zhang An himself knows his son's temperament. He is always surrounded by Xiaohu and the others. How can he not ignore it?
"I may not even be able to get it, let alone you. Here, peel it yourself."
Zhang An handed Chen Ze a sweet potato roasted into black charcoal, and said If you peel it off, the little guy won't be able to protect its food.
Chen Ze didn’t care whether it was black or not, he took it and started peeling it off.
"Seriously Zhang An, your sweet potatoes are so delicious when they are roasted. They are sweeter than the ones other people in the village gave me."
Chen Ze only peeled off a part and started directly. Take a bite.
It's just that the corners of the mouth on both sides touched the dark carbon skin, which was already like peeling fingers and looked a bit black.
Seeing this, Zhang An couldn't help but laugh, because he remembered that when Chen Ze first came here, he had to peel off the carbon skin and wash his hands before eating baked potatoes.
As a result, it has only been two years, and this guy has already followed the Romans.
“Didn’t I say that you went to prepare the design plan? Why did you come back and finish it?”
Zhang An knew that Chen Ze returned to the provincial capital a few days ago to prepare the design plan for the hotel. .
"It's done. I have a friend who does this. I called her before I went, so it didn't take me much time. You can take a look after eating."
Chen Ze pointed to the bag on the ground, and then said unclearly, because this guy still had a big mouthful of sweet potato in his mouth.
"Then I have to take a closer look. This is the first time I have seen such a big project."
Except for the time when building a house, Zhang An has never seen any drawings. , especially the construction design drawings of such a large project.
After the little guy ate three small sweet potatoes, he couldn't eat any more. There were still four or five left, and they all went into the stomachs of the two of them.
"It's delicious, but I'm too small, so I can't enjoy it. I'll have to get some to take home later, and I'll bake them myself when I want to eat them."
Eat the potatoes and sweet potatoes separately. From now on, Chen Ze still feels a little unsatisfied.
"The cellar is full of big ones. You can get as many as you want later."
These are rarely given to the little ones, so Wang Fang specially chose the small ones. kind.
And if it is too big, it will definitely not fit in the two layers of stove rings.
"Come on, let's see if the one I chose is suitable."
Chen Ze cleaned his black hands before taking out a thick stack of drawings from his bag.
“Tsk, tsk, it is indeed a big hotel, the design drawings alone are so thick.”
Zhang An had seen the design drawings from Li Hongbin, but they were only a few pages or more. This is the first time I have seen one as thick as a book.
“But I can’t understand this thing. Let’s just look at the renderings.”
"For the next few pages, just turn to the back."
Chen Ze said while turning back only the last few pages.
"Hey, this looks beautiful, but it doesn't look like a big hotel, but a bit like one of those inns."
Zhang An took a closer look and found that on the drawing The house is really nice.
It's just completely different from the big hotels in the city. Instead, it looks like an inn in a TV series.
“That’s right, I plan to build one like this so that it doesn’t look out of place with the village as a whole. If I build a building directly, it will look out of place with the whole village.”
Chen Old God Ze nodded. This was highly recommended by his friend, and he himself also had thoughts in this regard.
"What you said makes sense. This picture looks really good, it just depends on how the cover is turned out."
I have to say that after seeing the picture, Zhang An has begun to look forward to Chen Ze Cover it quickly.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to let Lao Li do it. His company is professional in this area.”
Chen Ze and Li Hongbin have known each other for many years and trust their company very much in this regard.
After putting the drawings away, Chen Ze asked Zhang An for a basket very politely, then got into the cellar and put a basket of sweet potatoes out.
"You idiot, I advise you to go back and choose again. It's not that I can't bear to give it to you, but it's just that it's too big and doesn't taste good at all."
Looking at Chen Ze picking one up. The basket held a large sweet potato, and Zhang An immediately shook his head. It seemed that this guy really wanted to get bigger.
“What do you mean?”
Chen Ze didn’t know what was going on and looked at Zhang An and asked.
“These are too big. Whether they are boiled or roasted, they are easily heated unevenly inside and outside. They have to be cut into half. The most important thing is that they don’t taste good. This kind of I usually chop it up to extract the starch.”
“Well, then I’ll get some smaller ones.”
Chen Ze also listened to the advice and went into the cellar again. Inside, I picked up a basket of medium and small sizes and came out.
“Okay, what do you think of these?”
"It's okay, these are not very old, but after you take them back, try to let the old man eat less. This thing is too sweet and the sugar content is not low. The old man cannot eat more."
Zhang An nodded again. , and then gave a warning.
"Don't worry, I know this. Just let the old man eat potatoes when the time comes, hahaha."
Chen Ze's family still attaches great importance to this aspect.
(End of this chapter)