Chapter 146:

Zhujiawa is not really an unmanned village in the end, although the Chinese New Year's Eve can not see the lively and lively, booming, and walking through the alleys of the New Year's atmosphere, but when you calm down, you can still smell the strong smell of reunion dinner in the air. Such an attractive smell can only be smelled during the Chinese New Year.

Zhang Jin stood in the backyard of the small house, and after taking a few deep breaths, a faint loneliness began to rise in his heart, and he was a little homesick.

Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Big Sister, Big Brother, they must be in the New Year now, right? Their family's annual New Year's dinner starts at two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Mom and dad will prepare a big table of dishes every time, because of the relationship between grandpa, their family's reunion dinner is always the most sumptuous and complete in the village, chicken, duck and fish meat is never lacking, I don't know how many old men and old ladies in the village have envied, grandpa and grandpa can eat on that table of dishes every time, from afternoon to evening.

After a few of their brothers and sisters finished eating, they began to go crazy looking for partners. On the afternoon of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, after eating the reunion dinner, the adults would no longer hold the child, even his grandfather would not force him to study at this time. So in the past, the afternoon of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve was the happiest time for him.

Thinking about it, the figure of Dongfang Yao somehow appeared in his mind, Zhang Jin paused, pursed his lips, and unconsciously looked in the direction of Beibi Mountain.

Looking at the steaming Beibi Mountain, Zhang Jin's mind was blank for a moment. In such a situation, can Dongfang Yao accompany him to the New Year's dinner at night?

However, whether he can or not, he has to cook this year's reunion dinner.

Zhang Jin glanced at the firecrackers that were placed under the eaves of the main house by the soldiers according to his request and said to himself: "Without the New Year's dinner, you can't put the New Year's whip." ”

Dongfang Yao had made the stove and kang before, but in addition to the stove in the kitchen, there must also be a case board, otherwise how to cut vegetables?

Zhang Jin used the four quilts given to him by the purchasing team to lay out the kang in the main room and the wing, and by the way ate some things packed in the morning, and only discovered this problem when he came to the kitchen. However, with Dongfang Yao's early demonstration, it was difficult for him to make a board.

There are no iron nails, and a few wooden nails plus true qi can also combine a chopping board for him. You can even hang a few cabinets directly on the wall.

The firewood in the firewood warehouse is better solved, a bamboo knife poured into the true qi, can disassemble all the old house beams piled up in the front and back yards into the length needed for firewood.

With the well water in the backyard, Zhang Jin washed the meat and vegetables he bought, pickled what should be pickled, dried what should be dried, cut into pieces, or stewed or fried after allocating, he suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to buy rice noodles.

Forget about rice, for the Chinese New Year, according to their feng shui, rice is not allowed to be eaten. But although you don't have to eat dumplings at night during the Chinese New Year, you need to use flour to open a fryer, as well as the vermicelli chowder that their family must eat during the New Year, which has meatballs and fried bones. Besides, there are no fried bones, where there are steamed vegetables, and there are no steamed vegetables on the table, where is it like the New Year. You don't have to think about the special starch, but you also need some flour.

I have to say that as soon as he touched food, Zhang Jin's foodie essence was immediately revealed. Zhang's mother and Grandpa Zhang have said many times that her (his) son (grandson) can turn decay into magic and get food for himself even if he or she throws it away from the ravine.

Zhang Jin quickly braised the cold dishes to be eaten at night, such as pig's head meat, pig ears, sausages, pig's trotters, etc., with braised vegetable seasonings, stewed on the big stove in the west wing where Jiang Mo and the two lived, and then turned around and went out of the small house to the old man's house he met before, and he knew the old man in this village, except for the one who was embarrassed to go to other people's houses to buy things for the New Year.

The old man's family had just finished the New Year's dinner, and his good-looking son was squatting at the kitchen door washing dishes, laughing and talking about something with his father. Seeing Zhang Jin come to the door and say that he wanted to buy noodles, he came out with most of the bag without saying a word, and said that the products in his own land were worthless and did not want money.

How could it be possible not to give money? Thirty or forty pounds of noodles can be worth about twenty yuan. Zhang Jin has never been a person who likes to owe favors to others, since the other party feels that it is not worth it to give less money, then it is better to order something else. Sweet potato meatballs require sweet potatoes, as well as peanuts, and vermicelli. One pass was going to come down, although it was still not worth a few dollars, but Zhang Jin directly dropped a hundred yuan and ran out of the door like a rabbit, so that the old man couldn't catch up.

With noodles, Zhang Jin was busy for an afternoon, fried fish, fried chicken, fried meatballs, fried buns, it was really like the New Year.

When it was approaching evening, Zhang Jin, who was in a good mood and finally finished the New Year's goods to be used in the evening reunion, directly fished out a big bone in the braised vegetable pot and squatted at the kitchen door to gnaw.

When Major General Qin came over, he saw such a scene. The young man who was still dusty at noon, like the son of an ancient family, was holding a pork leg bone without any image, gnawing with a happy face. The whole courtyard is also full of the fragrance of New Year's dishes.

Zhang Jin actually knew it when the other party was close to the small house, but he didn't hide the things in the kitchen, anyway, he had to take them out to eat, he spent an afternoon after the oil, and he couldn't hide it, and he didn't want to hide it.

Therefore, when Major General Qin stood at the door of the temporary kitchen, he saw that the kitchen was full of all kinds of wooden basins.

"You did this in the afternoon?" Major General Qin was simply dumbfounded, this is too fast, right? If he remembers correctly, this kid only came back at two o'clock in the afternoon, and now it's only five o'clock in the afternoon, why did he do so much?

Zhang Jin didn't come back, but just beckoned Major General Qin and said, "General Qin, do you want to eat oil buns?" ”

Major General Qin didn't answer, because his eyes fell on a special chopping board in the kitchen again, where a full board of various cut vegetables was placed. At first glance, it is a posture that is to be fried.

Suddenly, Major General Qin's eyes were a little red, and his heart was like something tightly gripped! This kid is so enthusiastic, but just in case, just in case......

Major General Qin didn't dare to think about it.

Zhang Jin took a fried bun and handed it to Major General Qin: "I added something, the taste is very similar to the pie bought in the capital, you can taste it." ”

"Zhang, Brother Zhang, you, get so much. I don't know when they'll be back. "How can Major General Qin not be able to deliver things to his mouth.

"When I finished setting off the firecrackers, they came back. Zhang Jin didn't seem to notice Major General Qin's, and said indifferently, "I'm almost done stewing vegetables, and I'll go out to set off firecrackers in a while." I guess they'll be back when I come back after the firecrackers and make a lot of noise. ”

Major General Qin didn't know what to say, and for a moment he didn't even dare to look at the young man in front of him. He knew better than anyone else the dangers of time. He began to regret a little, regretting why he agreed with the opinion of Daoist Mingguang before, and chose to set off at noon, if it was, if it was tomorrow morning, the daytime was long, was it those who set off, the danger would be less?

"General Qin, do you want to help me set off firecrackers? I bought a lot. Zhang Jin threw a talisman on his body, and in an instant, his greasy head and face and clothes that had been stained by oil smoke all afternoon became spotless. The whole person once again has the appearance of being out of the dust.