But such a young and promising person was tortured beyond recognition by life in the end. ”

Unrecognizable? Although Uncle Zhen has also sighed, but isn't he alive and well now?

"Isn't he fine now?"

"That's because you haven't seen Uncle Zhen when you were young. At that time, he was not just a person who could describe it. It may be impossible for the world to get rid of the magic hand of fate, and he is so good that he actually lost his three-year-old son. ”

"Ahh "Oh my God, Uncle Zhen also has a son, who is my younger brother.

"Yes, I've been looking for three years, but I haven't found it. His hair was gray at first, then it fell out. The couple kept quarreling for many years, and his mother was also a strong person, persuading them to have another life, and finally his wife couldn't get over that hurdle and divorced. ”

He extinguished the cigarette and sighed, "Whenever I encounter any difficulties, I think about Uncle Zhen, the hurdles I have to pass are nothing." I'm going to sleep, so you can rest early. With that, he patted the ashes off his body and went upstairs.

I was left alone in the living room in a daze. Uncle Zhen, Uncle Zhen's son, Uncle Zhen's mother, Uncle Zhen's wife. All of them are my relatives, but they are all things that cannot be seen or touched, things that cannot be seen, whether they do not exist, whether they do not exist and whether they will not be missed at all, and those who do not want to be forgotten will be forgotten, and if they are forgotten, they will be over.

I went to sleep too, and I didn't dream all night.

The first rays of sunshine shone into the house in the morning, and Mr. Qi called me to say that the new girl was infected with the wind chill and asked him for a week off, and she would not come today.

I think back to what happened last night, and the scene was too intense to really scare her away, right?

If that's the case, then my sin is great.

But there was no way, the work had to go on. Huge and complex projects, countless branches, endless work to do, endless documents to write, endless failures to deal with, and the never-ending unreasonable needs of Party A's father.

Uncle went on a business trip early in the morning, and it is said that he went to Beijing and stayed for a month, probably to escape from that "aunt", for fear that she would come again to disturb his current life.

We are in this city, everyone has their own suffering, when they don't say it, no one can notice it, after being glimpsed, it seems that the disguise has been torn off, but relieved, or it can be regarded as a broken jar, not taking any further step in this tangled point, allowing him or her to rot in his or her heart, scattered into mud and dust.

And I can't let go, whenever I think of my brother who might be in some corner of the world, I can't calm down, where will he be? And where is my mother, who is related to me? And that grandmother, did she force my mother to give me away? These are all mysteries that fate has arranged for me, and no one has answered them for me, and I have nowhere to ask, or I don't want to ask.

I forced myself not to think about it, and when the weekend came, I would go home and see my current parents, which would give me peace of mind, their smiles were so real, and only this kind of truth could dilute, crush, and remove those vague thoughts in my heart.

It's getting colder and Christmas is just around the corner. The new girl, very trustworthy, came back a week later. I handed over the work to her, and it was a little easier.

Xu Hui, a living treasure, has first-class skills in brushing his face, so he was sent to Party A's office building and sat next to the fat man every day. It is said that he has a good relationship with the fat man, and in addition, the single non-single young women of Party A's company are all fascinated by him, and some people give chocolates. However, he is still considered to be a "grateful newspaper", and every time he receives food, he brings it back as soon as possible and distributes it to us.

Whenever my life was uneventful, I couldn't stay anymore and began to break through the barriers of my brain again, and began to indoctrinate me with a series of theories about the god of cooking.

"Shasha, have you ever heard of Shirachi?"

No.

"White 粡, produced in Yongchun County, Quanzhou City, Fujian Province, is a traditional specialty of Yongchun, the shape is a uniform specification of the round, the texture is white, the size and shape are similar to silver dollars, so it is also called silver. ”

I knew it was food.

"Nonsense, Xiaoji has talked about anything else besides talking to you about food. ”

Why don't you talk to me about the handsome guys? I'm lonely.

"White rice cake, easy to cook, smooth and tender in the mouth, sweet and salty at will, unique flavor, in Yongchun and Bangshe turtle, jujube, orange red cake, kumquat is equally famous. ”

Sounds good.

"The workmanship of the white rice is exquisite, and the whole process can only be made by hand except for grinding. There are ten processes in the production of white rice dumplings, namely washing, soaking, grinding, hanging, pressing, grinding, making, dipping, swinging, and fermenting. ”

It's so troublesome, do you think I've been too idle lately?

"You can try it now, it's very simple, wash the rice and soak it in clean water. When to soak is all determined by visual inspection and hand feeling. I'll go tomorrow morning and see if it's soaked. ”

Okay! It's easy.

The next morning, it urged me to see the rice.

Thoroughly!

"The third step is to grind the soaked rice into rice milk. Put it into the pulp bag, tie the mouth of the bag tightly, hang it high, and let the rice milk water in the bag drip down. ”

This one is also simple, and the blender slipped through a few times and it was done. But where do you want me to find the bag?

"The algorithm of the trick shows that the second cabinet has an old cotton flour bag, please wash it. ”

After about two or three hours, there are no more water droplets in the bag, take it off according to the instructions of Xiaoji, place the slurry bag on a horizontal cutting board, press the weight, and squeeze the slurry dry.

It's really troublesome, but it's a dilemma to do half of it without wasting it.

"Do it well, there will be a surprise when you finish it!"

Really fake? The cake painted by the little trick is never too delicious.

"This grout takes a while, and you can start by grinding the dried white rice dumplings left over from the previous year into powder. This old white rice should be white in color, not deteriorating, and not the slightest black dot adulteration. ”

Where are you going to let me get this old white rice cake?

"Uncle hid some, the second one on the right side of the cupboard. ”

I don't know how to use my hands anything that can use a food processor, and you don't mind that the chef of the new era is a lazy girl, right?

"The small algorithm shows that you don't need to care about these details. Now it's time to produce. ”

Filmmaking?

"Think too much! Take a bamboo plaque and spread a layer of washed and dried straw. Xiaoji won't tell you that these are uncle's hoards. Look for it in the cupboard, and if you don't use it, it will break. ”

Oh, you guy, it turned out that I was trying to consume other people's materials so that they wouldn't spoil over time!

"Open the bag, take out the rice milk that has been pressed into a wet solid, moderately soft and moderately soft, put it on a clean, flat bamboo plaque, and knead it until it is all soft and even. This process is the most critical, because the looseness of the white rice is all here. After kneading, squeeze the rice milk into a special bamboo tube. ”

tortured my sister to death, and I had to stuff a bamboo tube.