When I got to the kitchen, I turned on the heating to make the cold kitchen hot, and Canghai took the basket to the greenhouse to pick vegetables, and got a little shallots, coriander or something, and when I returned to the kitchen, the house was already hot, and the cold that I had saved from one night had been swept away.

After washing the dishes and putting them on the board to dry, the ginger and garlic were patted and chopped, and put them on the plate, Canghai went out to the water tower to get the pork again, and prepared to come back to make the stuffing.

When I arrived at the door of the water tower, I saw the third uncle Li Dan coming out of the water tower, carrying a piece of meat in his hand, the meat was not bigger than the palm of his hand, and it seemed that he was going to make soup in the morning.

"Uncle, why are you so diligent this morning?" Canghai greeted with a smile.

Li Dan looked at Canghai and smiled: "It turned out to be Haiwazi, what are you doing here?

"I'll get some meat and eat ravioli in the morning. What about you, I've always seen my aunt come to get it, but it's rare for you to come to the water tower," Canghai said with a smile.

The water tower is the refrigerator of the villagers in summer, the fresh-keeping cabinet in winter, the meat of every family is hung in the water tower, and the umami does not fall much for a week, and it will not be bad for two or three weeks, so everyone is almost inseparable from the water tower now.

Li Dan glanced at Canghai: "It's not a good leader led by your kid, now the old ladies in the village are doing the same, and they are all counting on our old men to cook, and after a while, maybe we will be allowed to wash our clothes."

Cang Haile said: "You can't rely on my head, I cook is a hobby, you are forced, our nature is completely different."

Li Dan just said it in passing, in the past, the old men in the village didn't cook except for bachelors, and the meals made one by one could only be guaranteed to be cooked, so they were all big hands. But since Canghai returned to his hometown, things have slowly changed a little, and Canghai has become a typical example in the mouths of many mothers-in-law, who can make money and do housework, which has attracted many aunts and grandmothers to boast non-stop.

As the standard of living is getting better and better, the villagers are getting higher and higher requirements for eating, and they are no longer satisfied with eating enough, so everyone began to secretly learn from the Canghai side, and then synthesized the skills of the chefs in the village, and slowly began to pay attention to it.

The old man is lazy and mouthful, so he is taken out by his wife from time to time to say a meal, and slowly the man can cook some food.

"Without you cooking, can I do this work now?" Li Dan said.

"Where's Auntie?" asked Canghai.

Li Dan sighed: "I went out early in the morning, saying that I was learning to dance, and I didn't look at her waist, like a big pear, what kind of dance did she dance."

"I also went to dance, how many people are dancing, what kind of dance?" Canghai was strange at this moment.

Li Dan replied: "What kind of dance is it? Isn't it just danced by a group of old ladies in the city, the kind of beckoning and twisting the waist, it is not energetic at all, it is better to play the waist drum." I said a few words to her, and he also complained to the uncle, saying that I did not support her healthy life, and the uncle took me over and reprimanded me."

Hearing Li Dan say this, Canghai understood, it turned out that these people were really square dancing.

The uncle and nephew chatted for a few words and then separated, Canghai took the meat and returned to the kitchen and began to get busy, chopping meat and wrapping wontons, everything was done, the time was less than half past six, and it was a little too early to make wontons, so Canghai was ready to go to the east of the village to have a look.

When I came to the east of the village, I heard the sound of music in the house about ten meters away.

The place of dancing is not the kiln but the house, that is, the original restaurant, Canghai stretched out his head to take a look, and suddenly found that more than a dozen old and young people were practicing in the house, each holding a small red fan in their hands, and their own mother-in-law was standing on the top, it seemed that she was acting as a teacher.

Gently pushed open the door, Canghai walked in, this group of people learned quite seriously, no one noticed Canghai coming in, and they followed Wang Zhenzhen one by one to learn in a good way.

After watching it for a while, Canghai couldn't help but want to laugh, because many of these people were a little blind, although they were all good at playing waist drums, but they seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with this kind of square dance with Jiangnan style.

Canghai couldn't bear to look at it anymore, turned around and walked out of the restaurant and was about to go back to the kitchen, when he suddenly remembered that Qi Yue was going to hunt today, so he walked to the door of the cave where Qi Yue and the others lived.

"Hey, didn't you get up!"

Canghai stretched out his hand and patted the door.

"Who!"

It took a long time for a lazy voice to come from the room, and along with this lazy sound, there were a few humm-huh, and it seemed that no one in the room was awake, and they were all lying on the bed.

"Get up, go hunting!Qi Yue, Yan Jun, you little lazy pigs!" Canghai said with a big heart, and yelled at the house.

Qi Yue's voice rang out in the room, and the waking up gas almost shook the kiln.

"Get out!"

"Hahaha!"

Canghai laughed and left the door.

Back in the kitchen, Canghai began to prepare for the ravioli, because Meng Meng was about to go to school, and as for the others, including Shi Wei, they were still lying in bed, and it was very difficult to get up in winter, and no one wanted to leave the warm bed.

Canghai had just boiled the water here, and Meng Meng yawned and entered the kitchen, his small schoolbag hanging diagonally on his shoulder, followed by a slippery head like a bodyguard.

Meng Meng saw that Canghai was cooking, so he sat down on a small chair and began to doze.

"Went to be a thief at night?"

Looking at his sister's appearance, Canghai smiled and quipped.

Meng Meng didn't pay attention to his brother, continued to take a nap, and slipped his head to the side of Canghai and wagged his tail as if flatteringly, but was kicked away by Canghai with a gentle kick.

Put the wontons in the pot, cover the pot and wait for the pot to gas, Canghai fished out the wontons, and the bowl had already been put on a little lard, as well as seaweed or something, plus a little marinade, hot water was poured into the bowl, and suddenly a fragrance went to the nose.

"Eat!"

Canghai brought the wonton to Meng Meng.

The little girl was sleepy, lazily picked up the chopsticks, and counted them one by one and sent them to her mouth.

Canghai looked at his sister's small appearance, and she was like a little otter.

"Aunt Mengmeng, Aunt Mengmeng!"

Xiaohu appeared at the door of the kitchen with a schoolbag on his back, stretched out his head and saw Canghai in the house, and after screaming to do a big job, he honestly sat on the edge of the table.

Xiaohu's mother doesn't make breakfast at all now, and sleeps until ten o'clock, Xiaohu gets up every day and carries a small schoolbag to Canghai's house for breakfast.

Canghai is already accustomed to his godson's breakfast at home, and another bowl of wontons has already been ordered for this kid, and when it is brought to him, Xiaohu thanked him and ate it.

"You're really right to call your name!" Canghai said with a smile.

Xiaohu wiped his nose here: "My mother also said the same about me! By the way, big, why don't you eat it?"

Canghai said: "I'll eat later, you eat first, and go to school honestly after eating."

"Hmm!"

Xiaohu hummed, lowered his head and began to eat in large gulps.

Compared with Xiaohu, Mengmeng can't eat, and he doesn't have the appearance of holding the bowl and not letting go when he first came, and the meal is procrastinating.

When Xiaohu finished eating, she only ate half of it, and there was no way to eat the remaining half, because the convoy carrying the vegetables had already honked its horn.

"I'm not eating!"

Meng Meng picked up the schoolbag, Xiaohu stood up without Meng Meng, immediately drank the last mouthful of soup in the bowl, and then picked up the schoolbag and threw a sentence at Canghai: "big, I went to school."

Canghai cleaned up the dishes, and heard the little tiger outside shouting at Lu Meng: "Aunt Mengmeng, wait for me!"

The remaining half bowl of wontons, Canghai poured directly into the tiger's food bowl, and the half bowl of wontons didn't last for three seconds, all of them went into the tiger's stomach.

When Shi Wei got up, Canghai dragged the two sons out of bed, and the two little ones looked like their aunt, and when they arrived in the kitchen, they began to nap, as if they hadn't woken up.

Shi Wei was no better, sitting on a chair sleepy-eyed.

Canghai gave her mother a boiled ravioli, and when she got out of the pot, she heard the voices of Wang Zhenzhen and Shi Zhenbang outside, and it was obvious that Wang Zhenzhen was very dissatisfied with her students, and kept chattering about something.

"Mom and Dad, sit down, the wontons are cooked"

Canghai lined up a few bowls on the edge of the pot, and said to the second elder who entered the door while serving wontons.

Shi Zhenbang and his family immediately came over to help.

Everyone gathered around the table, and Wang Zhenzhen couldn't help but talk again.

"Canghai, how do the people in your village play the waist drum, but why do you learn dance so slowly, I have been teaching a movement for two days, and they can't learn it well."

Canghai smiled: "Mom, don't worry, the waist drum is not the same routine as what you taught." The waist drum movements are all wide open and closed, and the ones you teach are all meticulous work of swinging willows in the wind, where do they twist them for a while? The northwest wind and the south wind are completely different things, just like a folk song singer, and if you let him sing a song all of a sudden, he will have to be blind."

"Look at what I said, Canghai is the same as I thought," Shi Zhenbang smiled and came with an afterthought.

"I'm so tired, it's better than our neighbors," Wang Zhenzhen muttered again.

said so, but Canghai knew that his mother-in-law accepted his explanation.

Shi Wei asked at this time, "Mom, why do you suddenly want to dance?"

"I can't dance?" Wang Zhenzhen was a little unhappy.

"I didn't say you couldn't, I was asking why I suddenly remembered," Shi Wei asked.

Shi Zhenbang said: "Anyway, everyone has nothing to do, and it's lively and lively together."