"Cheng, I'll drive you there tomorrow, but do you know where that big set is?" Hong Tao has no objection to Old Gale's proposal, which is a common part of rural China's daily life, but it is still very new to these foreigners.

"I made an appointment with Ms. Zhou in the village, and she would wait for us in the village and take us along."

"Hey, Ms. Zhou, the old man is looking for an old lady, are you really going to visit the big market?" As soon as Hong Tao heard Old Gale's answer, he was directly happy, and teased this old man in Chinese, and it is estimated that the Ms. Zhou he said is not young.

Today's lunch was completed with everyone's participation, and when several plates of steaming dumplings were served, Hong Tao felt that his efforts were in vain. Those plates of dumplings were miserable, triangular, long, round, grinning, everything, at least a quarter of them were all made into a piece of soup.

Hong Tao can only make stuffing and rolling skin, he can't make dumplings, Wang Jian is a foodie, he doesn't know anything, the only one in this group of people who can barely make dumplings is Liu Gang, and even Boss Liu can't play. Although the foreigners of Old Gail and the others did not know how to make dumplings, their enthusiasm was very high, so Hong Tao rolled the skin alone for a few of them to make dumplings.

Their temporary coach is Liu Gang, under the teaching of this clumsy bear child, everyone worked hard to make more than 200 dumplings, and less than 50 of them were targeted.

"Come, fill up the wine, you have to drink two sips to eat dumplings, and the more you drink the dumplings, the more you drink." Boss Liu couldn't make dumplings, and he persuaded the wine to be very good, and even said that the glass in front of everyone was full of wine, and even Erin didn't want to escape.

"This is my bag, I think the shape is the most beautiful, you can taste it." Erin is really generous, picking out 2 triangular things from a pile of dumplings of the opposite sex. put it in Hong Tao's bowl, and then watched with big eyes and anticipation as Hong Tao put the dumplings in his mouth.

"Well, not only does it look good, but it also tastes good, and you are this." Hong Tao didn't even chew much, he swallowed it directly after two bites, the dumplings she wrapped were all skin and no filling, no wonder it was so stylish, it was strange that the dead noodles Gadda could be boiled, but it should be encouraged.

"This is my bag. But I think the number is a little wrong, why can't I see a few? Pavey also picked up a dumpling from the plate.

It's really Wu Dalang playing with night owls, who plays with what birds! His dumpling is extremely close to his size, with a big belly, and the filling inside is twice as large as others, and I don't know how he kneaded the dumpling skin.

As for the question of the wrong amount he said, Hong Tao pointed to the pot where the dumplings were boiled, and the rest was all floating in the pot, but not in the form of dumplings, but in the form of noodles and fillings. It's all boiled.

When they were in Canada, Old Gale and Pavey were most interested in Chinese dumplings, and every time Hong Tao invited them to eat at a Chinese restaurant, shredded pork with Beijing sauce and dumplings were a must-order dish. The Chinese who open a Chinese restaurant over there are also bad. They put dumplings from the staple food to the dish, a plate of more than a dozen dumplings, even if it is a dish, so that Pavey is a person of this kind of meal. I've never eaten dumplings before, and today is the first time in my life.

A lunch meal was eaten from more than 12 o'clock to 3 o'clock, in front of the powerful energy of Chinese baijiu. There is basically no difference between foreigners and Chinese, they all talk a lot, eat slowly, and chat for 10 minutes to eat a bite.

I don't know if you have this experience, the slower you eat, the more alcohol you drink, and it is estimated that part of the alcohol has evaporated from sweat. Anyway, except for one person at this meal, everyone drank high, and there were less than 3 people who could consciously climb back into the RV to sleep: Hong Tao, Boss Liu, and Wang Jian. The rest of the people were all carried back by Liu Gang one by one, leaving Pa Wei alone on the recliner under the canopy and falling asleep, not that Liu Gang didn't help him, but he couldn't get it.

To say that Liu Gang, a bear child, once again impressed Hong Tao, his amount of alcohol is really bottomless. At the dinner table, he didn't talk much, it only took more than ten minutes to eat, and then he listened to other chats with a wine glass, and when he was happy, he was silly.

A total of 5 bottles of liquor were drained during this meal, and Erin and Old Gail drank the least, with 2 glasses of wine each, almost 4 taels. Everyone else drank the same, only Liu Gang drank the most, you don't pour it for him, he pours it for himself, and then at most 3 sips, drink it all. But when he got to the worst, he didn't have anything to do, like Harrison's stature, he picked up and left as soon as he carried it, and he really deserved to have just retired from the army.

Hong Tao was still clear in his consciousness, but his body was no longer very controllable, he stumbled back to his second floor with Erin in his arms, and lay on the bed, and he didn't know anything.

When Hong Tao woke up again, it was already more than 8 o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark outside. It was quiet all around, and only the engines of the 2 RVs were still running at low speed with a small and steady sound, so as to provide enough power to drive the air conditioning and electrical appliances in the cabin.

Erin was still sleeping with a pillow, Harrison and Gail downstairs were also lying on the bed and did not move, Hong Tao walked out of the RV alone, turned on the electric lights in the camp, and booed on the grass behind the camp by the light. This liquor is really harmful, I don't feel anything when I drink it, once I wake up, my head hurts, my throat is dry, and my stomach is churning vigorously.

While fertilizing the grass, Hong Tao raised his head to look at the sky. There is not a single star in the sky, the moisture content in the air is very large, and as soon as he soaks in urine, Hong Tao can feel that his skin is a little slimy.

With the light in the camp, Hong Tao came to the water's edge and checked the fishing rod on the rod holder, except for the sea rod that had a fish on it, the other rods were very stable on the rod holder, not moving at all, it seems that the nest in the water still did not start, this is not the problem of the nest, the most important thing is the weather.

At this time, a layer of white mist has begun to rise on the water surface, as the saying goes: the morning fog is clear, the evening fog is cloudy, the fog is heavy, and the rain does not stop. In such a hot weather, not to mention the fish in the water, even people are too lazy to move, at this time, the fish, especially the large individual fish, either run into the deep water to cool off, or hide in that corner and do not like to move, feeding is not their main need, and being able to consume less oxygen in this sultry weather is the foundation of their survival.

Of course, there are always exceptions to everything, and many habits of animals are often very similar to those of people, in fact, this sentence should be said in reverse, many of people's habits still have the shadow of animals. For example, humans are the most active in childhood, and no matter how hot or cold the weather is, it will not affect children's enthusiasm for play. The same goes for fish, although the large adult fish are no longer active, but the small individual fish are still active, and they are like children in the fish.

When Hong Tao inspected Pavey's hand rod fishing position, he saw an interesting thing. Boss Liu's hand pole is gone, and the pole is empty. However, the lost hand rope tied to the fishing box has already entered the water, and on the water surface more than ten meters away from the fishing position, the hand rod is floating quietly, and it trembles slightly from time to time.

"Well, I forgot to tell them, take the hook when you're not fishing, and don't leave it in the water." Hong Tao reached out and picked up the lost rope, muttering as he pulled the fishing rod back.

There is still a fish on the hook, but it has been tossed too hard, this fish is not big, it is a small crutch of more than 1 catty, I don't know when it ate the bait, and the rod was also put into the water. Swimming with a fishing rod and a lost rope was clearly beyond its capacity, and when Hong Tao pulled it towards the shore, only its gills were still fanning one by one, and the rest of its body had no strength to toss anymore.

After inspecting the fishing rods, Hong Tao returned to the canopy, sprayed some mosquito repellent on his clothes, then boiled the kettle, and then lay on the recliner and lit a cigarette. There are not many mosquitoes near the water, but there are not one, and the number of mosquitoes depends on the quality of the water and the cleanliness of the surrounding environment. (To be continued......)