"It's good to grow vegetables, my mother also grows at home, even when she comes here, she secretly grows. Huang Yixi told Mrs. Duan about her grandmother's troubles about knotting orchids with green onions, and the two of them bent over with laughter. "It's not comparable to our hometown in the south, we have green mountains and green waters all year round, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, I sometimes really want to go back." Old Madam Duan's voice was a little painful.

Huang Yixi didn't think much about it: "Why don't you two old people go back? Even if you live here in spring and summer, it's better to go back for the winter." ”

Many old people in the north go to the south to spend the winter during the Chinese New Year, and Huang Yixi doesn't understand why the two old people don't go back when they can go back.

Old Madam Duan sighed silently, she was reluctant to leave her second son's family here, and she didn't want to go back to meet her eldest son and eldest daughter-in-law.

Huang Yixi felt that he was a little selfish when he heard this, the two old men could live in Kyoto for their son, but they couldn't stay here for Shang Luoyu.

Who told me that I was an only child, and my father was gone, and I couldn't leave my mother alone at home.

Huang Yixi thought to himself.

"Let's cut some leeks and wrap them together, so it's lively." ”

Old Madam Duan sighed silently, the second child kept saying that she would let Xiaoyu stay in Kyoto, but looking at this girl, she didn't have any thoughts at all.

Huang Yixi knew that Old Madam Duan was changing the topic, so she didn't say anything, and nodded obediently.

Wen Zhixia watched from afar, she knew that Old Madam Duan was good to her on the surface, but she actually didn't like her, and she hated the smell of grain reincarnation floating in the vegetable patch in the backyard.

In foreign countries, she has never understood why other people's yards are either flowers or lawns, while people in China have grown vegetables in good places, obviously the vegetables in the supermarket are not expensive, but they have to take advantage of that kind of cheapness, a poor sour smell from the bones.

Dinner is said to be made by everyone, in fact, Huang Yixi and Shang Luoyu did it, Sheng Jiangyun and Shang Gui went out after the lunch break, Shang Luotong has never done kitchen work, Huang Yixi and rolled the dough of dumplings, Shang Luoyu chopped the meat, and cut the leeks, usually the business is handed over to the meat grinder, Mrs. Duan has never liked it, today with Shang Luoyu, it can be regarded as making the best use of things.

Huang Yixi cut leeks by the way two white radish, she plans to make a pickled radish, southerners are used to eating white radish and carrot, the north is common green radish and purple radish, fortunately the merchant garden is planted with white radish, otherwise she will not do.

Huang Yixi sliced the white radish first, put salt and pickled it first, Aunt Lin had already rolled up the dumpling skin at this time, and Old Master Duan adjusted the filling, Huang Yixi took it over and began to wrap the dumplings.

Old Madam Duan saw that Huang Yixi's kung fu in making dumplings was not as fast as that of northerners, but she also looked good, and nodded reassuringly.

Wrapped more than half of the dumplings, Huang Yixi squeezed out the bitter water from the pickled radish, half of it was only white sugar and white vinegar, the other half was added with white sugar, and a small amount of white vinegar, and two packets of pickled pepper bamboo shoots from the kitchen were added, and a little red pepper was cut to decorate.

After the dumplings were wrapped, Sheng Jiangyun and Shang Wei also came back, it turned out that they were going to the hospital to visit an old leader who was critically ill.

In the evening, there is leftover sauce beef at noon, boiled prawns directly fried in ginger oil, put some leeks and soy sauce, it is also a big dish, the staple food is dumplings, and a small rape is fried.

The soup is dumpling soup, northerners are not very accustomed to drinking soup, with dumpling soup said to be the original soup into the original food, Huang Yixi is a little unaccustomed, but also follow the customs, Shang Luoyu saw this and simply added a nod of water seaweed and shrimp skin to the dumpling soup, these are all sent from his hometown, only put a little to completely change the taste of the dumpling soup, no need to put MSG to make it sweet and delicious.

Grandpa Shang has to drink a little wine every night, with these dishes, he took out a cup early and waited aside, Shang Wei rarely eats at home, and he must accompany him to drink a few glasses when he is there, Shang Luoyu discussed with Huang Yixi in the afternoon to stay here for one night, no need to drive back, such a rare opportunity of course to accompany the drink, Shang Wei saw this and took out the Moutai he had treasured for thirty years.

Knowing that his father likes to drink, and must drink liquor, he will hide two or three boxes every year, and after so many years, there is already a lot of wine in the cellar.

Only then did Huang Yixi know where Shang Luoyu's habit of hiding wine came from, every time Shang Luoyu entered the wine store, he always wanted to build an underground wine cellar, but after knowing that the place where they lived would be demolished at any time, Huang Yixi stopped it.

The temperature in the wine cellar is also constant, and the air conditioning is adjusted all year round, although it is not as good as the underground wine cellar, but it is actually not bad, Shang Luoyu is not satisfied, read it a few times, Huang Yixi understands his turtle hair character, and he is too lazy to talk about him.

There is not much wine in the Huang family's wine house now, but some of them are glutinous rice wine made by Huang Zhixin and Li Wenbin together, as well as fruit wine lychee wine and wine made in summer.

Fruit wine is good for people's health, lychee wine and wine needless to say, such as the popular myrtle wine in recent years, myrtle is a traditional Chinese medicine, after soaking in wine, it has a low degree of high efficiency, solid essence and strong marrow, strong muscles and bones, blood and soothing the nerves, dispelling wind and activating the nerves, black hair refreshment, strong body effect, men and women drink well, but it is a pity that some people in the market in order to reduce costs, the wine used to brew is the cheap blended wine, this kind of wine not only does not have the above effects, but is harmful.

Some people also say the harm of self-brewing, grandpa doesn't believe it at all, the rice is grown by himself, and the fruit is also picked by himself, whether it is grain wine or fruit, it is brewed by himself, and he pays attention to washing, drying and disinfection, how can there be harm?

Huang Yixi calculated carefully, the cost of the wine he brewed was actually much higher than that on the market, but he could drink it with confidence.

Hearing Shang Luoyu's description of the wine brewed by Huang Zhixin, Shang Ren's eyes lit up, and he looked at Huang Yixi, he was old, and many desires were gone, but the wine in the cup had not quit so far.

"If Grandpa likes it, let Xiaoyu send some tomorrow. Huang Yixi replied smartly.

This time, grandpa came to Kyoto in an RV and brought several urns of wine, and he now drinks with Tang Chaoque every night, if it weren't for Yu Meiqing's control and not allowing him to drink more, there would be two more old drunkards in the family.

"Sycophant!" Wen Zhixia gritted his teeth and secretly took a sip, I really don't know why Grandpa Shang is so earthy, a bottle of foreign wine of several thousand yuan that she sent last time is still in the wine cabinet, but instead she begged for the low-priced wine of dozens of yuan per catty.

Huang Yixi really didn't feel anything, she ate a mouthful of dumplings and pickled radishes, since Tang Chaoque gave her an acupuncture, and let her take a pill every day, her appetite slowly improved, she likes to eat sour, spicy also likes to eat, sitting at the dining table, two pots of pickled radishes half into her mouth.