The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and before the morning sun rose, Sun Sanniang had already gotten up early to cook porridge. /p

That's it in the village, go to bed early and get up early. Waking up early to catch the first breath of fresh air in the morning, especially the fresh coolness of the sun before it rises, coupled with the artistic conception of the smoke curling in the deep mountains and old forests, is something that can only be experienced by people in every village. /p

The firewood under the pot swayed from side to side, slowly burning the large iron pot above. Ren Zhengzhou rubbed the dough in the basin, skillfully kneaded it into a strip, and then unscrewed the dough strips little by little with his hands and kneaded them into a small round shape, and put them into the bamboo steamer one by one at a distance. /p

"Grandpa, are we going to steam steamed buns?" a childish voice sounded next to Ren Zhengzhou. /p

"It's Xiao Qian, I got up so early, how many big steamed buns are making Xiao Qian's favorite to eat, okay?" Ren Zhengzhou saw Xiao Qian drooling beside him, and said lovingly. /p

"Okay, okay, I love steamed buns. Ren Xiaoqian clapped his little hands, dancing happily beside him, teasing Sun Sanniang next to him couldn't help but laugh out loud. /p

"Xiaoqian, didn't you say last time that you like to drink porridge cooked by grandma?" Sun Sanniang looked over and pretended to be very angry. /p

"I also love porridge. Ren Xiaoqian thought for a while and said. /p

"Then which one do you like the most?" Sun Sanniang continued to tease. /p

"I love them all. Ren Xiaoqian thought without thinking. /p

"Xiaoqian, do you know what your favorite is? Sun Sanniang continued to ask. /p

"Knock, knock, knock," there was a knock at the front door. /p

"Xiaoqian, go open the door and see who's coming. Ren Zhengzhou stretched out his hand that was sticking to the white dough. /p

"Okay, grandpa. Ren Xiaoqian heard what his grandfather said, and replied happily, and finally didn't have to answer grandma's words so brainily, grandma was really nagging, Ren Xiaoqian's heart was a little belly slander. /p

"It's my uncle. With the sound of the door opening, Ren Xiaoqian turned his head and shouted inside. /p

"Xiaoqian, which uncle?" asked Sun Sanniang. /p

"That's the uncle. Ren Xiaoqian continued, sometimes you don't communicate with children on the same string. /p

"What kid, why don't you hurry up and call him in, are you going to close the door again?" Ren Xiaoqian really couldn't help it, Sun Sanniang shook her head while stuffing the firewood into the stove. /p

"I'm looking for your grandfather, little friend, is your grandfather here?" Ge Zhanxiong bent down and asked. /p

"Grandpa is steaming steamed buns in it. There was a little girl with a ponytail next to Ge Zhanxiong who heard the steamed buns, and her eyes were turning to look inside, hoping to see the steamed buns ripe and baked. "Grandma is cooking porridge. Ren Xiaoqian answered the question, and looked at this good-looking little girl shyly as she spoke, and she couldn't take her eyes off it. /p

In the past, when Ge Zhanxiong and his family lived in Ren Xiaoqian's house, Ren Xiaoqian noticed this little girl from a distance. At that time, the idea was that she was good-looking, different from other children, and wanted to play with her. But Ren Xiaoqian was shy and didn't dare to take the initiative, and seeing that she had both parents and parents, she didn't have parents herself, Ren Xiaoqian felt a little inferior when she thought about it. /p

"Oh. Saying that, Ge Zhanxiong walked past Ren Xiaoqian, who was in a daze at the door, and the little girl also followed Ge Zhanxiong closely, like a good girl. /p

Entering the house, Ge Zhanxiong saw Ren Zhengzhou put down the last steamed bun, and then said, "Village chief, do you still make steamed buns? ”/p

When Ren Zhengzhou saw Ge Zhanxiong, he clapped his hands and said, "It's nothing, it's just a little craftsmanship from the ancestors, and it can't be put on the table." Although Ren Zhengzhou said so, judging from the smug expression on his face, he was obviously very satisfied with his steamed bread skills. /p

"In the place where I used to live, there were very few people who knew how to make steamed buns, and I would like to taste your craftsmanship when it is steamed. Ge Zhanxiong didn't exaggerate, and it is true that few people make steamed buns, because the light grinding has already brushed the next batch. That mill is not anyone's house, to know how to do the process of stone grinding, a hundred hammers and thousands of chisels, stripe rules, if you don't have that skill, you have to wait in line for a special grinding master to make one for you, often a person only a few years to do a big stone mill. /p

"Okay, when it's steamed, you can take some back, and give your wife a good taste. As he spoke, Ren Zhengzhou put the steamer into the cauldron that blew up the steam, and finally covered it with a bamboo lid with a handle. /p

"Alright, Mr. Ge, let's go over there and sit down and discuss the details of the winemaking. Ren Zhengzhou couldn't wait to say, completely undisguised. Generally, this is logically necessary to wait for the other party to mention it first, after all, the other party is the granting party. But since it was said yesterday, Ren Zhengzhou has nothing to be polite about. /p

"Good. After speaking, he turned his head and said to the girl next to him: "Dad and grandpa have something to do, you can play here first, you can help fill the steamed buns with matches, and then there will be steamed buns to eat." ”/p

"Okay, I'll add firewood. The little girl naturally didn't need Ge Zhanxiong to say it, because she could just see the gluttony in the steamer occasionally sneaking in. It seems that the little girl is still quite a foodie. /p

"Xiaoya, come over to grandma, grandma will teach you to add firewood. At this time, Sun Sanniang saw that her husband and Mr. Ge went to discuss the matter of brewing, and took the initiative to take care of the two children. /p

"Hmm. The little girl nodded and ran over obediently. /p

"Grandma, I'm going to add firewood too. After Ren Xiaoqian closed the door, he ran to the kitchen, and he was ready to harm his own kitchen. /p

"Scourge?" Can it not be a scourge, I remember that I had an urgent matter to go out once, but the rice was not yet cooked, so I temporarily asked Ren Xiaoqian to look at the fire of the cooking pot. At noon that day, the whole family went on a silent hunger strike, because there was nothing to eat, and the whole spoiling grandfather blew his beard and stared. /p

It's right that the rice is on the firewood, but the wrong thing is that the firewood can't be put on the rice, so wouldn't it be a pot of charcoal. At that time, the lid of the pot was opened, and there was a pile of burning firewood next to the pot, and there were several sticks in the pot that were still smiling. As a result, the rice is cooked, and the buttocks are ripe. /p

Later, Ren Xiaoqian became the key protection object of the kitchen, not a protector, but to protect the pot that has not yet finished brushing off the scars!/p

"Xiao Qian, you take Xiao Ya to the room to play, don't go out and run around. Sun Sanniang heard that Ren Xiaoqian wanted to add firewood together, and waved her hand to Ren Xiaoqian with a dark face and said, which means that you don't have to come over, it is the safest in the room. /p

"There are a few vats, but will they ferment for so long?" Ren Zhengzhou raised his eyebrows and wondered. /p

"Yes, otherwise the wine wouldn't be so pure. Ge Zhanxiong picked up a glass of warm water on the table and drank it all. /p

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