Zhou An and his wife had lunch at Han's house, chatted with Mrs. Han for a while, and waited until it was almost two o'clock, and then left Han's house and returned to Zhou's house.

When I entered the door, the kitchen was tinkling, and it was Chen Xiuchun chopping stuffing in the kitchen.

When Han Caiying heard this, she hurriedly went into the kitchen to help, and the two of them chopped vegetables and meat one by one, and soon prepared the dumpling filling.

Inside the house, Mrs. Zhou had already scooped out the white noodles and woken up, just as the dumpling filling was ready, and Zhou Anbang's family also came back.

So a panel was placed on the kang in the east house, and Mrs. Zhou led her daughter-in-law and granddaughters to start making dumplings, and Mr. Zhou chatted with his sons.

It's rare to eat dumplings this year, and it's usually only wrapped once during the New Year's holidays or when there are guests at home.

Therefore, making dumplings is a very important thing for the villagers, and it has a sense of ritual.

Take Mrs. Zhou as an example, if she makes dumplings at home, she must do this dough making work.

Mrs. Zhou is a good worker, and after kneading the dough into long strips, she does not cut it with a knife, but pulls it out one by one.

Each dough should be evenly sized and the same size, and then placed one by one on the panel neatly arranged, and then the dry noodles were raised and flattened and the cakes were rolled out.

It is conceivable that it is unpleasant to work like this, but the Zhou family is used to it, and no one thinks anything about it, and they all make dumplings in an orderly manner.

Fortunately, there are many people who work quickly, and it doesn't take long for a large curtain dumpling to be wrapped.

During the festival, except for those who were studying outside and in the organization, the rest of the Zhou family came back.

There are almost 20 people of this age, and most of them are young and strong to eat, and it is not enough to wrap fewer dumplings, and in the end, a total of nearly five dumplings with curtains are wrapped.

Not to mention that dumplings are not made at ordinary times, so many people eat, if they eat all the time, they really can't afford to eat.

There are so many dumplings, there are many people who work, and it took almost two hours to wrap them, and when the dumplings were finished, it was almost five o'clock.

So I hurriedly boiled the dumplings, and the two pots boiled together, and they happened to be cooked together and served.

Northeast people don't need to stir-fry dumplings, dumplings are enough, and with a little garlic sauce and vinegar, you can eat a delicious meal.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, go get a bottle of wine, celebrate the festival, it's rare to come back, and our grandfather will drink two glasses."

Old Man Zhou was very happy today, and when he saw that the dumplings were served, he beckoned Xu to get the wine.

"Dumpling wine, dumpling wine, the more you drink, the more you have, this year's harvest is good, happy, drink some."

It is rare for the old man to be so happy, and the Zhou Anbang brothers naturally want to accompany the old father to drink two cups.

Xu brought wine, Zhou Tiantian went to get a few wine glasses, and the head man poured wine, and began to push the glass to change the cup and drank happily.

The crop yard is busy from spring to autumn, especially in autumn, it can really tire people off a layer of skin, and it is rare to have a relaxed time, drink a little, and the old lady is too lazy to care about her husband and son, so she tosses with them.

"Come on, let's eat ours, leave them alone, let them toss and go.

Sweet, try today's dumplings, mixed with cabbage and celery, the taste is good. ”

Zhou Tiantian was still sitting next to Mrs. Zhou, and the old lady was afraid that Zhou Tiantian would snack slowly, so she vigorously sandwiched dumplings in front of Zhou Tiantian.

"Milk, it's enough to eat, you don't have to clip so much for me." Zhou Tiantian saw that he was about to pile up into a hill in front of him, and hurriedly waved his hand.

The dumplings are very delicious, Han Caiying's stuffing skills are very good, the saltiness is moderate, the umami of celery and cabbage is proposed, and the meat is not fishy, it is really fragrant in one bite.

Zhou Tiantian likes to eat very much, but she doesn't have such a big appetite, where can she eat the dumplings that are like a mountain in front of her?

"Eat more, eat enough to grow longer.

Look at your cousin, which one of them didn't shake off their cheeks and eat hard? Can't all the people who are tall and the horses bigger? You'll have to learn a little bit too. ”

Mrs. Zhou doesn't care about that, she is not afraid that her granddaughter will eat more, she is afraid that her granddaughter will not be full.

Zhou Tiantian looked at the dumplings like a hill in front of him, and then looked at the cousins who were eating like a storm, and suddenly there was a black line.

In fact, her amount of food is not small, otherwise she can be so fat? It was because of this that she deliberately ate less, so that everyone would look at her novelty as soon as she went out.

It's really rare to see a fleshy and lovely baby like her these days, and whoever sees her wants to pinch it twice.

However, today's dumplings are so delicious, it shouldn't be a big deal to eat two more, so Zhou Tiantian added two more dumplings to the usual amount of food, and he didn't dare to eat more.

When Mrs. Zhou saw Zhou Tiantian put down her chopsticks, she couldn't help but feel distressed.

"What's wrong with Tianbao? Why isn't the amount of food as good as before? You look at the two bites you eat, it's like feeding a cat, is there something uncomfortable? ”

The old lady became worried, for fear that her little granddaughter would have a bad appetite.

"Milk, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me." Zhou Tiantian smiled and explained, "I'm full, really." ”

Although this chubby appearance is very cute now, it is rare for anyone to see it, but Zhou Tiantian does not plan to be like this all the time, and still needs to be controlled.

Otherwise, if she gets fat again, it won't be called good-looking, it's stupid, and she doesn't expect to be thin, as long as she maintains her current state, she will naturally lose weight when she is older in a few years.

Mrs. Zhou saw that Zhou Tiantian was in a good state, not like she was sick, so she was relieved, "Well, I'll leave you a plate of dumplings later, if you're hungry at night, tell the milk, and the milk will warm it for you to eat." ”

This old lady really hurts her granddaughter to the bone, and the entire Zhou family, Zhou Tiantian, has this right, and she can also have a supper.

Not to mention that Zhou Tiantian is chubby, there is a grandmother who is afraid that her granddaughter will be hungry all day long, and she dutifully feeds her.

Zhou Tiantian couldn't cry or laugh, is her grandmother planning to feed her as a little fat pig?

"Milk, I'm really full, and I'm not hungry at night, so I'd better save it for my grandfather and my uncle tomorrow morning to eat and work in the mountains."

Don't look at the dumplings tonight, but the big guys are quite edible, and there is not much left in this meal.

Generally speaking, the delicious food is to be eaten by the elderly and strong laborers, unlike later generations, who are close to children.

The grandparents and grandchildren chatted, the big guys were almost finished, and the master drank a bottle of wine, all of them were a little drunk, and the old man Zhou's face was flushed, and he sat there and laughed all the time.

When Mrs. Zhou saw this, she glanced at her husband with tears and laughter, "Look at your little bit of interest." ”

After dinner, everyone sat together and chatted, and they talked about the marriage of their juniors.

Zhou Yongping has already made a marriage, and today he went to the subject's house to give a gift, and stayed at the subject's house to eat at noon, and by the way, he also discussed the marriage date.

"Milk, the Lin family asked us, will the wedding date be set at the end of the winter month or the beginning of the lunar month?"

"I think it's set at the end of the winter moon, don't be in the wax moon, the wax moon is too cold.

The twenty-eighth day of the winter month is good, just on the tenth day of January in the solar calendar, and there is time for the holiday. Mrs. Zhou thought about it and set this date.