Chapter 151 Picking Grapes

The woman steamed the big porcelain bowl in her hand, which contained oily soup and emitted a unique smell of meat, which made me almost fluttering.

I almost forgot to look at the woman, only staring at the soup in her hand.

Andre, like me, stared straight at the bowl and almost dropped his eyes.

I swallowed my saliva and said, "What kind of soup is this?" Mr. Andre, how can it smell so good?

Andre smiled at the woman and said, "This is our unique secret venison soup in Durban Village. I haven't tasted it for many years."

"Oh? Is it?" In fact, I didn't listen to Andrea at all. I couldn't help picking up the spoon on the table and stretching it to the bowl of soup.

Andre stretched out his hand, twitched the back of my hand, and said, "It's rude. The master hasn't arrived yet."

Seeing that I was so greedy, rude and didn't say anything, the old woman smiled kindly at me, and then said a string of Russian to Andre.

When Andrea heard this, he shook his head and replied to her in Russian.

So the old woman looked at me, shook her head with a smile, turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

After the woman entered, I hurriedly asked Andrea, "Mr. Andre, what did you say to this grandmother?"

"What an old lady, she is the mother of BEY, a famous smart woman in our Durban village. Hey, I think I chased her back then, but I took advantage of the old boy Rabilovic. Hey, who said she is the mayor, rich and handsome?" Andre said with a lost face.

I saw that he was still a nymphomaniac grandmother, so he was speechless and asked, "Mr. Andrey, you are not married yet, are you?"

Andre blushed and said hesitantly, "How come...how come? I've been married for a hundred years, and I have more than a dozen sons and daughters."

"I said, Mr. Andrey, don't brag. What's wrong with being single? Look, I'm also single, and I feel quite comfortable." AT THIS TIME, BEY AND THE Son CAME IN FROM THE DOOR AND EXPOSED ANDRE'S LIES.

When I saw that Andre was embarrassed, I secretly laughed and said nothing. I picked up the tea on the table and drank it.

BEY and his son sat down at the table and had a warm conversation with Andre.

Because they speak Russian, I can't understand it either.

And my attention has been completely attracted by the old woman.

She went into the kitchen several times and served hot delicacies, including roast deer legs, baked beans, stewed balls and other delicacies, which made my eyes straight.

I swallowed my saliva and said to myself that if Xiao Feiyang saw these, his tongue would have been swallowed.

By the way, Xiao Feiyang!

I suddenly remembered that guy and asked BEY, "Brother, how is the young man who came with us now?"

BEY gave a sound and replied, "He should not be a big deal. Just now, his father has sent him to the witch doctor. The witch doctor is artistically shrewd and can treat these symptoms of falling heads and soul loss. Don't worry."

I frowned and thought that this witch doctor is not a regular hospital after all. Can you believe it?

But on second thought, my second aunt once mentioned to me that traditional witchcraft is likely to spread to Siberia. Since I have even seen magic, I can't deny its existence.

So I thanked BEY. At this time, the old woman also served the dishes, and Andre greeted me to start eating.

Seeing these delicious exotic food, I was so hungry that I picked up a fat deer leg and nibbled it.

At this time, the old woman did not sit down, but took out a few high-foot silver cups and gave us fruit wine one by one.

Seeing that she was busy, I wanted to take the wine pot in her hand and pour it out by herself, and then let her sit down for dinner. But at this time, Andre stopped me and said, "Don't interfere. In Chukochi, women can't go to the table. Just leave it to her."

I didn't listen to Andre. I took the wine pot in the old woman's hand and said, "Mr. Andre, what era is it now? Although you don't have a good image of China, I think respecting the old and loving the young is at least a Chinese virtue. If I just look at the elderly grandmother's tired, I would rather destroy you. Our customs."

After saying that, I pulled the old woman down and pointed to the food on the table.

The old woman looked at me with a surprised expression, said a bunch of incomprehensible Russian, and then stood up.

Seeing this situation, I said to BEY, "Brother, see you outside too...

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At this time, the old woman did not sit down, but took out a few high-foot silver cups and gave us fruit wine one by one.

Seeing that she was busy, I wanted to take the wine pot in her hand and pour it out by herself, and then let her sit down for dinner. But at this time, Andre stopped me and said, "Don't interfere. In Chukochi, women can't go to the table. Just leave it to her."

I didn't listen to Andre. I took the wine pot in the old woman's hand and said, "Mr. Andre, what era is it now? Although you don't have a good image of China, I think respecting the old and loving the young is at least a Chinese virtue. If I just look at the elderly grandmother's tired, I would rather destroy you. Our customs."

After saying that, I pulled the old woman down and pointed to the food on the table.

The old woman looked at me with a surprised expression, said a bunch of incomprehensible Russian, and then stood up.

Seeing this situation, I said to BEY, "Brother, you are also a person who has seen the world outside. Do you think I'm right?"

So BEY smiled and said a few words in Rabilović's ear.

Then Rabilović laughed and gave me a thumbs-up.

BEY also smiled and said to me, "Father said that since you are a guest, we will listen to you. The Chinese tradition is indeed reasonable."

After saying that, BEY went to get a pair of tableware for the old woman and picked up vegetables for the old woman.

What I didn't expect was that the old woman's eyes were wet at this time, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and said a Russian to BEY.

BEY translated to me, "My mother said, thank you, guest."

Next, we will have a meal talking and laughing.

Andre and Rabilović drank happily, and I talked to BEY about some customs and anecdotes in the village.

When I had enough to eat and drink, I was taken to my room to rest, and I didn't know how to fall asleep.

The next day, I suddenly got up from ** until the sun outside the window was very dazzling.

Looking at the fireplace not far from the head of the bed, as well as the fur walls and feltes surrounded by European feelings, I knew that all this was really not a dream. I actually dreamed of going to the unknown village in Siberia after a night.

I rubbed my hair, picked up my backpack from the wooden table next to the bed, found my mobile phone, and looked at it. It was already past ten o'clock at noon.

Look at the signal of the mobile phone again, it is completely empty. It seems that I can't call home to report that I'm safe.

So I opened the thick buckskin stall, hurriedly got up from **, put on my coat, and rushed out of the house.

As soon as I opened the door, I happened to meet BEY's mother sitting in the living room with a basket of grapes in her hand, screening.

So I said shyly, "I'm sorry, I... I seem to get up late."

The old woman looked at me with a puzzled expression.

So I said in English, "I'm sorry, I won't eat and drink for nothing at your house. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The old woman seemed to understand my words, smiled and pointed to the corner of the living room.

I saw a wooden basin shelf in the corner. The wooden basin on the shelf was steaming out, and there were towels, wooden cups, and horn combs hanging on the shelf.

I sighed and knew that she still didn't understand me, so I said to myself, "Okay, I'll clean up first."

After a simple grooming, I came to the table and sat down and saw the old woman picking the grapes in the basket from the branches one by one, putting the green ones aside, leaving only black ones in the basket.

So I asked, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

This time she seemed to understand, pointing to the cyan grapes, then pointing to a jar in the corner of the room, then pointing to the black grapes, and then making a gesture of collecting money.

I looked at the jar. It was the fruit wine we drank last night. It tasted so sweet that it seemed to be made from our own grapes.

And those black grapes seem to be sold on the block.

After understanding it, I patted my chest and said, "I'll help you..."

Then I went to get the basket in her hand.

As a result, the old woman waved her hand, pointed outside the house, and spoke Russian.

Before I understood, he had taken my wrist and walked out.

She led me to the yard, and the sky had turned clear and the yard was sunny. Only the rain on the ground could explain the heavy rain last night.

Because it was dark when I came here yesterday, I didn't see the situation in the yard clearly.

Now it seems that this yard is very beautiful.

On both sides of the road, there are rows of large red and yellow dragon claw chrysanthemums, with huge and rich layers of flowers blooming brightly. Behind the dragon claw chrysanthemum, there are clusters of berries unique to the sub-cold zone. This kind of berries are also available in northern China, but they will not bear fruit. They are just a kind of weed.

But in Siberia, this berry can produce a string of yellow attractive fruits, which makes people a little greedy.

However, what is more appeting is that a long shelf was built with wood in the deepest part of the yard, that is, near the wall.

The shelf is wrapped in green vines, full of bunches of hanging plump grapes, which can really be described as fruitful.

The old woman pointed to the shelf about two or three meters high and said, "The tattoo melon..."

Blemmelon? I was a little puzzled, but I immediately reacted, pointed to the grapes in the room, and said with doubt, "Wrinkled melons?"

The old woman nodded with a smile and gave me a thumbs up.

I smiled and said to myself that if I see Nobita again next time, I can show him Russian.

Thinking of Nobita, I sighed again. Although I speculated from the information Andre told me that Nobita was probably lying to me, I couldn't blame him. To be honest, I'm also confused now.

But if I could see him now, I would still be very happy.

Since I know that the melon represents grapes, I understand that the old woman must want me to help her pick grapes.

So I nodded, entered the living room, took out a chair, put it under the grape rack, and then climbed up to cut a bunch of grapes with scissors.

The old woman stood below with a basket in her hand. Every time I cut a string, she cherished it and put it in the basket.

When I cut more than a dozen bunches of grapes, the old woman waved her hand and spoke a bunch of Russian.

I saw that she didn't want to take it off, so I asked, "Don't take it off?"

The old woman nodded and said in astringent Chinese, "No... take it off."

When I heard her learn how to speak Chinese, I couldn't help laughing and said, "Grandma, you said so well."

The old woman smiled and didn't understand what I meant.

When I jumped off the bench, he took one of the black grapes and made a food move for me.

I nodded, wiped the surface of the grapes with my sleeve, and put it in my mouth.

Then my nerves jumped and almost spit out the grapes.

Because the grapes are so sour!

Seeing my expression, the old woman was a little puzzled.

I spit out my tongue and said with a sad face, "Sour! So sour!"

The old woman shook her head, put a grape in her mouth, then chewed it with pleasure, and then gave me a thumbs up.

Seeing her expression, I suddenly remembered that this is the Asian cold zone. The grapes can't be sweet. I guess she is very satisfied to eat such grapes.