In the end, Ao Muyang's aunt Jiang Meiyi couldn't stand it, she said that she wanted to cook, and kept Qiu Lian to eat together.

When the door closed, Jiang Meiyi came back and sighed: "You Aunt Qiulian, that mouth is really powerful." Xiaolu, don't care about her words, my Xiaoyang has nothing to do with that Hu Xiuxiu, it was Qiu Lian who introduced the two to go on a blind date. ”

Lu Zhizi smiled sweetly and said, "It's okay, I know, it's nothing, Muyang and I were just ordinary friends at that time." ”

Hearing her say this, Jiang Meiyi suddenly became energetic: "In this way, then I will rest assured, if you want me to say that Hu Xiuxiu's father and mother are really blind, and they still can't take a fancy to my Xiaoyang?

Ao Muyang, Lu Zhizi: "......"

A new round of public opinion storm is taking shape.

Yang Baokun patted his thigh and said, "Okay, don't you say it, didn't you say that you were going to cook?" ”

He saw that Ao Muyang and the two didn't like this topic very much.

Before it was time to cook, Jiang Meiyi said: "I'll go pound rice cakes, Xiaoyang used to like to eat the rice cakes I pounded." ”

Ao Muyang smiled: "Okay, I haven't eaten my aunt's rice cakes for many years, I'll help." ”

Yang Baokun grabbed him and said, "You don't have to do it, you wait, let your aunt go to work." ”

Ao Muyang waved his hand and said, "It's okay, uncle, I'll take Xiaozi with me, she probably hasn't seen the custom of pounding rice cakes here." ”

The Hongyang is a place where the sea and mountains meet, ten miles of different customs, and there are New Year's customs in various places, among which Yang Baokun's Suji Town likes to pound rice cakes, and Qiantan Town is more popular sweet potato cakes.

The local rice cake, also called sugar cake, is very sweet and is made with glutinous rice mixed with some indica rice plus a lot of brown sugar and old rock sugar.

When I was a child, children liked to eat sweets, and in the nineties, China's mountain villages were still quite poor, like Ao Muyang couldn't eat sugar cakes a few times a year, and could only eat two pieces at his uncle's house during the New Year, which was really like a tooth sacrifice.

Yang Baokun had already steamed glutinous rice and indica rice before, and he had a large stone mortar at home, which most families in Suji Town had, which was specially used to make sugar cakes.

Jiang Yimei put the rice steamed in advance into the stone mortar, and Ao Muyang went to beat it.

Yang Baokun squatted next to him and watched him wield the mallet vigorously, and then a trace of sadness appeared on his face.

He took a puff of cigarette and spit it out, and in the smoke, he said: "Alas, family planning, family planning, family planning should have had a son at that time, you see that now for the Chinese New Year, there is not even a male in the family." ”

Ao Muyang waved the mallet easily and asked, "How do my eldest sister and brother-in-law get it? Do you go to a family for the New Year a year?"

Yang Baokun shook his head: "No, your brother-in-law has a son on his side, and when they fell in love, they said that their sister would have to go there for the New Year." ”

Ao Muyang looked at the figure of the old couple and said, "That's it, so your side is indeed a little deserted." ”

Lu Zhizi said: "In the future, I can let the eldest sister and brother-in-law bring the old people of both of you together, and it will be lively during the New Year when there are more people." ”

Hearing her say this, Yang Baokun shook his head: "They say it's coming, but who wants to go to the city for the New Year? It's still interesting to stay at home and be with the old neighbors." I heard that firecrackers are not allowed during the Chinese New Year in the city, so if you can't grab the first cannon, then you still have a fart New Year?"

Jiang Yimei slapped him and said, "Just you, what are you doing in your hometown in order to grab a headshot?"

Yang Baokun stubbornly stiffened his neck and said: "Just to grab the first cannon?" is mainly the New Year's flavor, there is no New Year's flavor in the city, or our hometown is full of New Year's flavor, look at this rice cake, do they have it in the city?"

Ao Muyang was strong, and he pounded the rice into stickiness with a slam bang, and at this time, Jiang Yimei put in the brown sugar and poured the hot and melted sucrose into it.

The color of the local rice cakes is reddish, which is different from the traditional white rice cakes, which is a sign of prosperity, and in Suji Town, white rice cakes are used for white ceremonies.

The mashed rice cakes were quickly mixed with sugar, and Jiang Yimei put them in a rectangular box of tin foil, put them in a pot and steamed them again.

This kind of box is called a printing plate in the local area, and the shape is different, and the soft rice cake can be pressed into shapes such as peony, peach, kuixing, god of wealth, champion and so on.

Ao Muyang saw that the printing plate that Jiang Yimei took out was very simple, and asked, "Auntie, don't you make some unicorns, kuixing or anything this year?"

Jiang Yimei said with a smile: "What to do, there are no children at home, and it is not interesting, so I will print a few ingots and carp." Oh yes, do you want it, Xiaoyang? I'll make you two, be a God of Wealth. ”

Ao Muyang waved his hand and said, "No, no, no......"

Yang Baokun grabbed his arm and said: "Let your aunt be busy, she is still happy to be busy, you are doing business now, it is a good sign to put a God of Wealth rice cake in the New Year, every year is high." ”

When it was time for lunch, the rice cakes were steamed.

The hot rice cake came out of the pot, Yang Baokun opened the printing plate and took out two strips, he cut it and handed it to Lu Zhizi and said: "Little deer, try the rice cake made by your aunt, eat it while it's hot, it tastes good." ”

Ao Muyang took a bite of a piece, it was glutinous and sticky, sweet and fragrant in the mouth, it was still the same taste as before, but it didn't have the feeling before.

The last time he ate rice cakes, his parents were still eating them with him.

This time, the people around him were replaced by Lu Zhizi.

Feeling emotional, he reached out and held Lu Zhizi's hand, Lu Zhizi didn't know what he meant, but turned his head and gave him a smile.

When he left, Ao Muyang not only took a God of Wealth rice cake, but also several ingots and carp rice cakes.

Yang Baokun said listlessly: "The two of us can't eat a few pieces at home, you can take these, and I will make some at home when the time comes." ”

Jiang Yimei asked tentatively: "Xiaoyang, there are not many people in your family for the New Year, do you want to come over and drink New Year's wine with your uncle? ”

On Chinese New Year's Eve, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the family gathers together, sets up a wine dinner, or invites friends and relatives to eat and drink together, which is called "year-old wine".

Because Chinese New Year's Eve is the dividing line between the old and the new year, eating wine means that the old and new years are separated by this night.

Ao Muyang shook his head and refused: "Uncle, let's come back when I come back in the second year of junior high school, there are a few very good guys in my village during the New Year, and we will make an appointment to drink New Year's wine together." ”

Yang Baokun patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, you have a good time with your buddies, and you must be happy during the New Year." ”

Before leaving, Ao Muyang thought for a while and said, "Uncle, why don't you raise a dog, the dog is more like a family member than a family member." ”

Looking at the appearance of the old couple, it is really pitiful.

Yang Baokun sighed: "Forget it, don't you know your aunt's temper? If you raise a dog and raise it to be stolen or get sick, what will your aunt have to be sad?"