Chapter 2143: Chapter 1832: Idle Conversation in the Rain

This collection of old beans, Vice President Chen took one bite and fell silent.

The thoroughly cooked old beans were stripped of their fibers, melting delicately in the mouth, blending with the soup in an indescribably fragrant way.

Even if some beans still had their fibers, eating them with the soft beans still felt delightful. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Exile?

What exile?

Doesn’t exist.

This is obviously a good benefit that Chairman Yang fought for himself!

Of course, the beans are delicious, and the meat isn’t bad either.

President Chen didn’t know that this was a big fat pig carefully raised by Lao Song’s family, but at this moment, taking a bite of the twice-cooked pork, he was awestruck again!

Good heavens, the organic ingredients from their farm are indeed genuine. The green label requires strict standards for at least two years before it can be applied. But how come there’s such a big difference now that we compare? Could it be...

After all, he is a president, serious when he activates his thoughts.

He gobbled down the food with clatter, yet had the mind to think slowly:

Chairman Yang sent me here, is he genuinely passionate about assisting agriculture, or is there another task to be conveyed?

Like observing how others plant crops?

He ate crazily, yet remained reserved, finally adopting a conflicted stance he couldn’t conceal.

As for Lao Song’s family, this scenario was all too familiar; every newcomer basically went through the same state.

Therefore, after everyone had two bowls, they went back for more of that tender corn shoot soup.

This was pulled down from the top when dealing with the corn stalks earlier, not much in quantity, but idle nonetheless, not wasted after all.

Lao Song’s family hadn’t tried this before either.

Don’t look at how often villagers plant corn, pulling down such small corn to stir-fry and make soup is actually quite wasteful for rural people.

Hence, if it weren’t for Seventh Uncle making this dish, the family wouldn’t have tasted it yet.

Now tasting a sip of the soup, everyone regretted a bit:

"If only Tantan, you had taken a basket before, the corn could’ve been pulled down before it was sent for crushing."

Song Tan imagined herself pulling down these things before feeding them into the machine—

Isn’t this like plucking feathers from passing geese?

That would indeed be absurd.

But Comrade Old Song had suffered enough grievances this afternoon, she chose to keep silent.

Seeing everyone drink, President Chen also served himself a bowl, sipping the first mouthful contentedly, when he suddenly heard this!

He was shocked: "What do you mean? Crushing what? Such good corn shoots, why would you crush them? For processing again?"

Song Tan nodded: "It’s raining, worried about a poor harvest, so they’re all crushed to make silage."

Doesn’t that count as further processing?

The tender and sweet corn shoots in Vice President Chen’s mouth suddenly turned into a sour and jealous tear.

But Lao Song’s family didn’t care about his distress, Song Sancheng merely sighed: "The heavy rain looks like it’ll last a while according to the forecast, what will we do with our peanuts in the field? They should be harvested in a month."

This was inevitable.

Peanuts at maturity facing such conditions, soaking daily in the soaked fields, preserving them from rotting is already challenging.

As for other matters, they can only leave them to fate.

Song Tan thought for a while and felt a bit regretful, peanuts are most likely to rot and mold in these conditions, some might even sprout directly.

At this moment she sighed: "There’s nothing we can do, let’s see then. Eat more fresh peanuts this month, boiling them into salted peanuts can be quite nice as well."

Peanuts at this time of year are milky white, the shell is very tender, squeezing releases juice.

There’s no need to boil, pulled clean from the field and put into the mouth with a bite, instantly there’s a refreshing taste.

The fresh peanut grains are crisp and tender, utterly different from the flavor of cooked peanuts.

Wu Lan also sighed: "Luckily, not everyone is farming now, otherwise with this rain, the village wouldn’t know how to cope."

No, wait a moment! She was sighing to herself when suddenly heard President Chen, who had been silently listening, ask:

"Wait, don’t you rely on farming for livelihood?"

Lao Song’s family: ...

Indeed they do! They genuinely rely on farming for a living!

Goodness, the couple’s heart ached even more at the sudden realization:

Why does the forecast say it’ll rain for so many days?!

Despite everything, if it weren’t for the frightening consecutive rains, Song Tan would’ve been stopped from harvesting corn as well.

With complex feelings, everyone finished the meal; Secretary Xiaozu, who was still full of enthusiasm, pretended not to notice President Chen’s previous bad mood:

"President Chen, the dishes today are alright, huh?"

President Chen couldn’t utter a single insincere word, only grasping the core issue: "Will I have to eat here in the future too?"

"No, that’s not the case." Secretary Xiaozu with his round face showed a genuine yet helpless smile: