Jiang Dawu and Guo Zhiyou talked and laughed again, and happened to meet Song Lao Er.

Song Lao Er caught a glimpse of the wine in Jiang Dawu's hand: "I have vegetables at home, and I will take two bites at noon?" ”

Jiang Dawu felt that Song Lao Er was naughty, and knew that Song Lao Er was sending New Year's goods to Song Lao Bolt: "I also called your father and your mother at noon, how can it be a family, it's not good to be so angry." ”

Song Lao Er nodded reluctantly.

As soon as Song Lao Er entered the hospital, Song Lao Xuan's family was having breakfast, and they knew that Song Lao Er entered the door, except for Song Xiaosan's second brother, the old couple did not move at all.

Song Lao Er knew that he was being aired, and glanced at the dinner table: a pot of bud rice batter, with some small pickles, Song Lao Er felt a little bad in his heart.

"It's not that you don't have money, what are you doing with this?"

Song Lao strained his face with a 10,000-year-old iceberg: "When the days are good, you forget about the poor days, how can you live?!" ”

Song Lao Er didn't pick up the stubble, he has a son who loves to make trouble, and it is hard to live a good life. "At noon, the girl invited you to eat with your mother's house, and Uncle Jiang and Uncle Guo were also there, just celebrating the New Year together." ”

Song Laoshuan didn't raise his eyelids: "You guys have to go by yourself, your Uncle Sun will eat dumplings at noon, and your mother and I should have gone down a long time ago." ”

Aunt Song slammed the bowl on Table Mountain three times: "I'm not blessed to eat their food." ”

Song Laoer: "Then I'm invited, I'll come over again at noon to invite again, if you and your mother really don't go, I will go back and have an explanation." ”

Song Xiaosan looked anxiously: "Second brother, if they don't go to me, or they don't plan to take me to dinner." ”

Aunt Sun's chopsticks knocked on Song Xiaosan's head: "Look at your little talent, our family lacks you to eat and drink?" ”

Song Xiaosan's aggrieved swallow bud rice batter, thinking that the rice of Song Lao's family was even more difficult to swallow.

"What age are you, don't you have a throat?"

Song Lao Er just walked back at the end, remembered something and turned his head back: "Which Uncle Sun?" ”

Aunt Song: "Who else can there be, Old Man Sun and Uncle Sun." ”

Old man Sun is none other than his father-in-law who committed adultery with Widow Sun, because of Widow Sun's affairs, his reputation is simply boundless, and the people of Sweetwater Village are hiding from others, and their lives are not good.

Song Lao Er kindly reminded: "Don't go at noon, their family is not good, and they will have less contact with them in the future." ”

Song Laoshuan: "What do you know, I borrowed a bag of noodles from their house in the spring, and I wanted to return it at the end of the year, but I still grinded it myself with a mill, I didn't go to eat it back, I can follow this breath in my heart!" ”

Song Lao Er: "Gotcha!" Then I won't worry about it for you, you can just eat and be happy, don't say I didn't come to invite you. ”

Song Laozhuan snorted lightly: "I can't afford to eat your family's food!" Send something well next time, don't shout at the whole village, put gold on whose face! ”

Song Lao Er understood it, he was shorter first, even if he wiped Lao Tzu's face, no one should mention the matter of marriage.

The two old ladies in the East House listened to the tape recorder while looking at the small cards with Jiang Xiaotang.

Don't look at Jiang Xiaotang's usual stuffiness, coaxing the two old ladies one by one.

"Yo! What kind of dumplings are filling? "It was Jiang Dawu and Guo Zhiyou who came in.

Jiang Xiaochi and Jiang Lanying, who were busy in the kitchen, heard someone talking, and then they knew that someone was coming from home.

Jiang Xiaochi: "Leek eggs, and some minced meat and shrimp." ”

Guo Zhiyou: "Fresh! The whole Sweetwater Village counts how your family can eat. ”

Jiang Dawu shook the wine bottle in his hand: "Your Uncle Guo and I brought wine, Niulanshan Erguotou, and Da Shunzi sent it by mail." What's the matter, it's enough to rub dumplings. ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "Look at what my uncle said, I'll make two dishes in a while, dumpling wine and dumpling wine, and it will be all in a while." ”

Uncle Jiang: "Don't do it, what did your aunt do last time, Uncle was hungry." ”

Jiang Lanying: "Stir-fried meat? ”

Jiang Dawu swallowed and foamed at Xingzi: "That's right! That's it, your big martial brother, I went back and fried it myself several times, but there was no meat you fried. ”

Guo Zhiyou: "Do you have eggplants?" I didn't let Xiaotang go to the greenhouse to pick two, and the minced meat and eggplant last time were also good. ”

was praised by the two of them like this, Jiang Lanying smiled like a flower.

Jiang Dawu and Guo Zhiyou didn't deliberately praise Jiang Lanying, Jiang Lanying's cooking skills are really good.

And not only the craftsmanship is good, but also the cooking is good. The most ordinary dishes are placed in her hands, and they give you a different feeling.

Jiang Lanying was willing to work in front of the pot before she got married, and after getting married, she ran around, not to mention that her cooking skills had increased a lot, and she became more and more proficient in cooking.

Jiang Xiaochi is not very good at cooking, no matter what you give her, she will "stew" in one word. It's good that the people in the Northeast like this, and they have had a hard time before, and they can barely mix the name of being able to cook.

But after Jiang Lanying came, it was different, one day of frying, cooking, and frying changed tricks, making Jiang Xiaochi look like a restaurant every day, and the naked eye on his face was round.

It's also a shame that the family is prosperous, and ordinary people really can't afford Jiang Lanying to toss like this.

Jiang Xiaochi loves dumplings, and Jiang Lanying has nothing to do with changing flowers for Jiang Xiaochi to get them for a day.

The leeks in the winter are fresh, and today is a small year, with a good name of "forever", Jiang Lanying put meat filling in the leek eggs, not to mention, and added shrimp to it.

In these years, shrimp is more expensive than hairtail, and Huang Anqiao sent it from afar to honor Huang Yufen.

Jiang Xiaochi only knows how to eat, if she is asked to do it, she will definitely give you a hodgepodge.

can stump others, not Jiang Lanying. A pot of cold water to open the shrimp flowers, chop into small shrimp segments and put them into the dumpling filling. The authentic meat is three fresh, and I feel hungry just by hearing the name.

Originally, Jiang Lanying planned to put a shrimp in a dumpling, but she did it when she saw the chef in the city.

But there are many people in the family, and they can all eat. Just these two bags of shrimp are not enough for the big guy to stuff between his teeth, so he chopped them into small shrimp segments to borrow some umami.

Jiang Lanying finished the meat filling, Jiang Dawu and Guo Zhiyou continued to accompany the two old ladies to watch the small cards, and Jiang Xiaotang washed his hands and came over to make dumplings.

Because the Chinese New Year is approaching, the music played on the radio is festive, and the lively Northeast hut is full of enthusiasm.

Making dumplings Jiang Xiaochi won't do anything else, she still gives full play to her strength, and as soon as her little wrist is forced, the round dumpling skin turns out from under Jiang Xiaochi's hand one after another.

Jiang Xiaochi's dumplings dried quickly, and people who watched them were dazzled, and Jiang Xiaotang and Jiang Lanying's dumplings were wrapped and laughed.

When Song Lao Er entered the door, how could there be a reason to let his daughter-in-law work and nag herself, that was not a serious old man's style.

After entering the house and saying hello to Jiang Dawu and Guo Zhiyou, he rolled up his arms and sleeves, and came over to make dumplings together.

Jiang Lanying saw Song Lao Er helping, and hurriedly freed her hands to stir-fry.

The meat sausage and egg sausage were filled on the day the pig was killed, Jiang Lanying took out two, cut them into thin slices, and put them on a large plate.

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