In the afternoon, the shopkeeper and his men continued to sort out the things in the warehouse.

Tong Guan took a pen and ink and began to write couplets, planning to paste them outside the door later.

The shopkeeper deliberately turned out the newly bought red paper and asked Tong Guan to use it: "Please write more, you can post more in the inn when the time comes." ”

After doing this, the shopkeeper went back to the warehouse to work.

Wu Yong was grinding ink for Master Tong on the side, watching him finish writing several couplets freely, thinking of his still unreadable words, a little envious.

Tong Guan took a breath and asked Wu Yong to paste the written ones first.

Wu Yong went to the shopkeeper with a couplet: "Is there any paste here?"

The shopkeeper thought about it for a while: "I don't seem to have bought this thing, I used to boil it myself." ”

But now that the chef has gone to rest, it's a bit more difficult to do.

Wu Yong withdrew from the warehouse with the couplets, put them away for the time being, and went to the kitchen to ponder the matter of boiling the paste with his buddies.

"Generally, the paste is made with rice porridge, is there any leftover rice at noon in the kitchen?"

The guy opened the cupboard and looked: "Yes, but there is only one bowl, I don't know if it is enough?"

Wu Yong said: "Let's try it first, if it is feasible, let's buy some more rice to Australia." ”

The guy nodded, "Where are you going to make the paste?"

Wu Yong thought about it for a moment: "Do you have a small stove here?

If you boil it on a small stove, it will be easier to deal with it even if it fails a few times.

Of course, Wu Yong believes that he will not fail too many times.

The men went to the warehouse and took out the small stove they used to cook supper, stuffed charcoal into it, lit the fire, put a small pot on it, and poured water on it.

"When the water boils, we can put the leftover rice in, I'll go to the kitchen and get a spoon, please take a look at the fire for a while." ”

The stove was placed under the corridor, Wu Yong picked up the pu fan, sat cross-legged in front of the stove, nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't let it go out." ”

The guy made a quick run to the kitchen and took a spoon to replace Wu.

Tong Guan watched them running around in the room, and shook his head a little speechlessly, but he didn't say anything, and continued to write his couplet.

After the water boiled, Gao Yu and the others also gathered around to see how they boiled the paste out.

Wu Yong threw the rice into the boiling water, pressed it with a spoon, and waited for the charcoal fire to boil it into porridge first.

The guy watched the fire carefully, and Wu Yong kept stirring against the water vapor, so as not to paste the pot.

Gao Yu and the others were forced to retreat a few steps by the water vapor, stretched their necks to watch, and asked from time to time: "Is it okay?"

Wu occasionally scooped a spoonful to look at it, and shook his head: "It's not good yet, it's not sticky enough, I'm afraid it won't stick." ”

Boiled until the rice was completely dissolved, and after scooping up a spoonful, the liquid on it would stick to the spoon without falling, Wu Yongcai nodded: "It should be okay." ”

The man extinguished the fire in the stove and glanced at the contents of the pot: "It is indeed very similar to the old paste." ”

He found an insulated cloth and took the pot of batter to the snow outside to cool it down.

Wu Yong reminded him: "There is still water in this paste, be careful of freezing." ”

Man: "Don't worry, I'll be watching." ”

After a while, they took the pot of paste and began to paste the couplet.

A pair is posted at the gate, a pair is pasted on the door of their respective courtyards, and a pair is pasted in front of the house where the old guests live.

After they were so busy, the flavor of the New Year in the whole inn became even heavier.

Tong Guan looked at the couplet he wrote with satisfaction and pasted: "You have worked hard. ”

Wu Yong looked at the half pot of paste left: "It's nothing, we were afraid that this paste would not be enough, but we didn't expect it to be used up." ”

The guy held up the spoon and tasted the batter: "It tastes good, I think I can eat it." ”

Wu Yong couldn't cry or laugh, fortunately this thing was made of rice, otherwise he would have found a doctor for him.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, let's go and heat it up again. ”

The guy happily went to add food to himself.

The shopkeeper also came out of the warehouse at this time, and when he saw the changes in the inn, he was still quite satisfied: "Thank you for your hard work, are you hungry, I just took out a bag of snacks from the warehouse, and we will eat something together to fill my stomach?"

Later, I didn't know when dinner would be, so everyone didn't refuse the shopkeeper's proposal and sat around to share the bag of dim sum together.

The guy also brought them a pot of tea.

The amount of this bag of dim sum is still quite large, and Wu Yong can eat several pieces of it each, but it does make them survive the time before dinner.

When the chef came out of his room, he saw the couplet by his door, and the ink was quite new, and it seemed that they had tossed it this afternoon.

He walked up to the lobby and asked, "Is there anything you'd like to eat in particular for the evening?"

Although Wu Yong and they had eaten dim sum, they had almost digested it at this time, and they all said: "Eat whatever you cook quickly." ”

The chef also knew that they were indeed very hungry at this time, so he didn't ask too much, and went directly to cook a large pot of noodles, accompanied by meatballs and a pot of meat marinade made in the morning, which was really fast.

After smelling the aroma of the food, everyone quickly took the dishes and chopsticks, sat down in their seats, and waited for the food to be eaten.

Even Master Tong Shi Ran prepared the dishes and chopsticks, staring at the chef who was bringing things.

The chef reluctantly quickened his pace, placed the food in the middle of the table, and stretched out his hand to signal them to take care of themselves.

Wu Yong first scooped a bowl for Tong Daren, poured the marinade on it, and then began to share the food with the others.

After they had eaten almost enough, the chef came over and asked, "How's it going? Is it enough? If it's not enough, I'll cook some more?"

Wu Yong wiped his mouth: "I've had enough, you can ask them." ”

The others did not have enough to eat, so the chef went to cook another pot and came out, and he ate with him.

After a hearty meal, the chef began to plan for tomorrow's work: "Tomorrow we will continue to sell croquettes and crispy meat, and then everyone will come and help." ”

After these things are ready, they have to be eaten for a whole year, so the amount of work is still quite large.

After hearing this, the shopkeeper nodded and said, "Okay, we know, you can arrange it when the time comes." ”

"I've sorted out the things in the warehouse in the afternoon, you can go and see if there's anything else that needs to be dealt with. ”

The chef nodded: "Okay, I should be able to rest early today, please tidy up the table." ”

When he went to the warehouse, the shopkeeper took someone to clean the dishes on the table and the spatulas in the kitchen.

Wu used them to look at the time, and then planned to go to the warehouse to have a look before preparing to rest.