On the day of the winter solstice, Su Qinghe woke up in the morning and found that it was raining again.

opened the circle of friends and took a look, and sure enough, Fatty Chen's "When the Grapes Are Ripe" swiped the screen again, because of the opening sentence, "It's almost the winter solstice, there is still rain in the morning and evening", so every year on the winter solstice, his friend list is mostly the life WeChat account of people in the vernacular area, and the circle of friends will always be swiped by this song.

The lights in the kitchen were bright, the sound of the woks was endless, Su Qinghe went in to see that the old lady was frying the stuffing, minced pork, leeks, fungus, shrimp, and peanuts were mixed together, and the fragrance was wafting around.

The winter solstice is such a grand festival, not only to kill chickens and burn paper, but also to make a basket.

It's just that this time it's not zongzi, but the more traditional "cockscomb", which is a kind of shape like a cockscomb, glutinous rice flour and cornstarch as the skin, wrapping the filling, which can be boiled and eaten.

And because it is a bit like a dumpling, but larger than ordinary dumplings, Su Qinghe has also heard someone call the cockscomb a big dumpling.

is also Su Qinghe's favorite.

Su Qinghe rubbed his hands, smiled, saw that the minced meat was cooked, picked up a spoon in the pot and stuffed it into his mouth, so hot that he grinned his teeth, but he was reluctant to spit it out, chewing and saying fragrant.

When he was a child, whenever the family was crowned, he and his three younger brothers would always stay by the stove, while burning wood to warm their bodies, while watching the old lady fry the stuffing, and as soon as the filling came out of the pot, they would rush to eat first.

"Why are you still like when you were a child!" The old lady was not used to it, and scolded with a doting smile, "You are embarrassed to say that you are obedient and gluttonous, you are much more gluttonous than her!" ”

"If there is a father, there must be a daughter!" Su Qinghe swallowed the filling and smacked his mouth, "It's delicious, it's delicious, but I always feel that it tastes better when I was a child and when I was a child and Achi Ahai and they rushed to eat it!" ”

The old lady gave him a blank look, took the filling out of the pot, poured it into a large basin, and took it to the restaurant, where there were rice noodles that she had already prepared, and as soon as the filling was ready, she could start making it directly.

Su Qinghe washed rice and washed the pot, today's breakfast was still white porridge, but he didn't cook much, because he would cook chicken comb later, Su Qinghe must have eaten chicken comb.

After the work in the kitchen was done, Su Qinghe also came to the restaurant, practice makes perfect, the old lady who had been a cockscomb all her life moved quickly, and in such a little time, she had already made more than a dozen, and they were neatly placed on a dustpan made of bamboo strips.

Su Qinghe watched it for a while, rolled up his sleeves and helped to do it, he helped make this thing when he was a child, he did it less, and after more than ten years, the action was unfamiliar as if it was the first time he did it, either the skin was thick, or the filling could not be wrapped up if he put too much, and the effect made could be said to be a damaged version, miserable, and put it together with the old lady, it formed a more stark contrast. Initial Update@

The old lady couldn't stand it anymore, but this time it wasn't like before, let him play while playing, but guided on the side, and slowed down the motion, step by step from spreading the skin, putting the stuffing to closing, with explanations.

Su Qinghe followed the old lady's teachings, did a few good things, and gradually mastered the trick, although the speed cannot be compared with the old lady, but at least in terms of appearance, it is almost the same as the old lady.

Cockscomb is not afraid to make more, more can be fried and put in the refrigerator, if you want to eat, take it out and heat it, and you can also eat it as a snack to satisfy your cravings.

When the sky was bright, when Su Xiaoting came jumping with a schoolbag and an umbrella, Su Qinghe not only cooked a pot of white porridge, but also just cooked a pot of cockscomb.

"Just in time, do you want to eat porridge or rice dumplings?" Su Qinghe asked the little girl.

Su Xiaoting shook her head, "I've already had breakfast!" ”

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and then patted his head, but after a nap, he forgot that Su Meng had come back, and he made Su Xiaoting's breakfast as usual.

"It's okay to eat it, let's eat two more cockscombs." Su Qinghe said.

"Is it a cockscomb?" Su Xiaoting moved to the side of the pot and looked at it, but she couldn't resist the temptation, "Then eat two!" ”

Su Qinghe picked up a bowl, filled two cockscomb and soup, took it to the restaurant, and reminded Su Xiaoting to eat slowly, don't get hot.

"I know!" Su Xiaoting felt that Su Qinghe regarded her as a child who was so young, obviously she was already seven years old, how could she not know that it was hot!

She sat in a chair and dangled her legs, which was the perfect weather to eat. (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 263: Rooster's Comb

A bowl of steaming soup is over, and she also knows that when it comes to eating boiled soup, it means that it has reached the winter solstice or the New Year.

Bai Zhi also got up at this time, came to the living room to take a look, how could she, a dim sum lover, miss it, it was similar to making dumplings, and she joined in, but at the beginning, she still made a mistake similar to Su Qinghe, and Su Xiaoting laughed.

The old lady happily opened her mouth to give a few words of guidance, and Bai Zhi immediately mastered the trick, which was faster than Su Qinghe, and the old lady was so happy that she praised her.

The old lady prepared a lot of materials, Su Qinghe sent Su Xiaoting to school, and went to the town to buy mutton, he promised the little girl yesterday that he would give her mutton today.

After coming back, the old lady had just finished work, and Bai Zhi was already holding a bowl and eating beside her.

"Haven't you woken up yet?" After Su Qinghe finished speaking, he didn't wait for the old lady and Bai Zhi to answer, and went straight to the room, the little girl was still asleep, and she didn't look sleepy.

Back in the restaurant, the old lady pointed to two dustpans full of cockscombs, and said to Su Qinghe: "One for your uncle's family, one for Ah Meng's family, you can send it." ”

No wonder I did so much, it turned out that in addition to Su Zhiliang's share, the old lady also made one for Su Meng.

Su Qinghe sent it to Su Zhiliang first, and when Su Zhiliang saw it, he was a little surprised, "I thought the old lady wouldn't do it on the winter solstice this year!" ”

"Didn't I have time yesterday, but I did it early this morning." Su Qinghe explained, and glanced at the house by the way, Chen Ping hadn't gone to the town yet, and the barber shop didn't have to open too early, but he didn't see Su Qinghai, he had the teaching task of the key class, and the key class of the junior high school had a day off for half a month, and he was also so busy, wearing the stars and the moon, going out early and returning late, obviously the two families were so close, he hadn't seen Su Qinghai for a while.

It can be seen that it is not easy for responsible teachers, especially those in rural areas, after all, the parents of students really can't help much. Even if there are winter and summer vacations, on the one hand, they have to study on their own, and on the other hand, they have to worry about the safety of students.

Then I went to Su Meng's house, Su Meng was killing chickens, and when he saw that Su Qinghe sent the cockscomb over, he politely accepted it, and this little thing couldn't be pushed around.

"Kill the chicken and burn the paper so early?" Taking advantage of the time when Su Meng transferred the cockscomb, Su Qinghe asked, generally speaking, except for the second day of the Lunar New Year, the paper burning is in the afternoon, and basically no one kills the chicken and burns the paper early in the morning. Error-free updates @

Su Meng explained: "I'm going to go to my parents' grave to have a look, I haven't been there for four years, it should be overgrown with weeds, go clean up." ”

"It's going." Su Qinghe nodded, Su Meng is not like him, not only has an uncle, but also a brother, even if he is not at home, there are people who help him clean up his parents' graves.

He was still not very familiar with Su Meng, and after a few brief chats, they were all silent.

After coming out of Su Meng's house, he went to Su Haiyan's house again and called Su Haiyan to his house to eat.

Chapter 263: Rooster's Comb