The group was taken on a brief tour of the first floor of the nursing home.

The person in charge did not lead them upstairs for the time being, because the time was not coincidental, and most of the elderly in the nursing home were on a lunch break at this time, and they would definitely be noisy when they went up with the guests and photographers of the program team.

Then, unsurprisingly, they were led into the large kitchen at the back of the nursing home.

Wanwan is no longer sleepy, she is born with Yin Qi, so where Yin Qi is a little heavier, she is very uncomfortable staying and can't sleep at all.

The host, who is in charge of the cue process of the show, appeared in the kitchen with a small radio device at some point.

He carried a very delicate bamboo basket in his hand and raised his hand to greet a few children.

"Welcome to the Longshu Town Nursing Home, we have a very important task this afternoon, which is related to the diet of dozens of elderly people in the nursing home on the day of the next Winter Food Festival."

Yan Shu stood beside Wanwan, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "What is the Cold Food Festival?" Do you know? ”

Wanwan tilted her head and thought for a while: "I've heard of it, it seems that you can't make a fire that day." ”

When the host heard Wanwan's answer, he immediately nodded Wanwan: "Wanwan is right, the Cold Food Festival is to commemorate an ancient man named Jie Zitui in the Spring and Autumn Period." He and his old mother lived in seclusion in Mianshan and were accidentally burned to death, so the king of the Jin State at that time was grateful for his loyalty and ordered a national ban on fire and cold food to commemorate Jie Zitui. ”

Yan Shu was puzzled: "Then why was Jie Zitui burned to death?" ”

Wanwan patted her head and suddenly realized: "I remembered that Jie Zitui was in seclusion and refused to go out of the mountain, so the monarch set fire to the mountain and wanted to force him out." ”

"As a result, he and his mother were burned to death in the fire."

Wanwan had a serious little face, and said seriously: "Set fire to the mountain, and sit in the prison." ”

"That emperor's behavior is to step on the sewing machine in oranges."

Xia Zhihuai was shocked: "You even know how to step on the sewing machine now?" ”

Wanwan crossed her hands on her hips and disdained his shock: "Brother, who do you underestimate?" ”

The host couldn't help laughing and said: "Wanwan's knowledge is very wide, many children like you are not clear about the origin of various festivals in my country, you can say it so well, it seems that your brother is very concerned about your education." ”

Xia Zhihuai listened and listened, and ...... A little weak-hearted.

To be honest, he really hasn't made any substantial efforts in the preschool education.

A lot of knowledge was learned from Huang Xikong, although that person was an old antique from a thousand years ago, but he absorbed new knowledge very quickly, and his knowledge was very, very wide.

Every time he talked about learning and education, he was ashamed of himself, and often suspected that he had forgotten to bring out his brain when he was born.

……

The host opened the basket on the table and brought out several plates of pastries and food from it.

"As I explained just now, the folk custom of the Cold Food Festival is not to cook on fire, so we have to prepare some food that can be eaten during the Cold Food Festival in advance."

"The task this time is to work together with four teams to complete the lunch menu required for the day of the Winter Food Festival in the nursing home."

Dian Dian held a bottle of milk, bit the straw, took Yu Boqun's hand, and asked in a low voice, "But we can't cook." ”

The host squatted down and pinched her little: "I know, but everyone's starting point is almost the same, and the two brothers in the Wanwan group can't cook, so you have to learn to cook three foods suitable for the Cold Food Festival this afternoon." ”

"The first one is peach blossom cake."

The host placed a beautiful stack of pale pink pastries on the table, like a blooming peach blossom.

Wanwan glanced at it on tiptoe, and couldn't help but pull La Xia Zhihuai's pants: "Brother, I want to eat, you have to work hard." ”

Xia Zhihuai pulled his pants back and refused her unilateral kidnapping.

"It's better to ask for others than for yourself, and you want to eat your own efforts."

Xia Zhihuai's eyes stared at the pink and white peach blossom cake on the table, and smelled the sweet smell, could he, a kitchen novice, think of such a delicate white case?

It's a big dar!

……

The host then took out a second plate of dim sum, this thing Xia Zhihuai knew, and he often ate it before and after Qingming when he was a child.

Round and green, placed in a small white porcelain dish, it looks like a small and delicate work of art.

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The third type is a golden fried food, which should be called steamed dumplings.

Xia Zhihuai remembered that it might be the name, but he wasn't very sure.

Diandian pointed to the dumplings on the plate and exclaimed, "What a long french fries." ”

Yu Boqun hugged her and said with a smile: "Diandian, that's called food dumplings, also called dumplings, not French fries." ”

"Looks like ......," the Diandian whispered.

Zheng He denied it: "It's not like it, the fries are fried with potatoes, this one seems to be ......"

Zheng Xu reminded: "It's fried on the surface of the oil." ”

Wanwan didn't want to know what was made of, she was more concerned about other questions: "Can we eat these?" ”

The host smiled and said, "I want to eat." ”

Wanwan nodded longingly, she hadn't eaten it.

Food that has never been tried is always full of temptation.

"You can eat if you want, supervise your brother to work harder, and when he learns, you can eat if you want in the future."

Wanwan: "Isn't it the same as not saying ...... saying it?"

Counting on her brother's hard work, she will definitely not be able to eat at this year's Cold Food Festival.

"The teacher in charge of guiding you has arrived, so please complete the task before six o'clock in the evening, and I wish you success."

The host brought in the three teachers, and after a brief introduction, they decided to slip away.

Several guests listened to the instructor's explanation and were confused.

Especially when they heard that the peach blossom cake was going to be sandwiched, several guests were confused from beginning to end.

Then, Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan, who were incompetent in manual work in the kitchen, were assigned to sieve rice noodles.

At first, they thought that sifting rice noodles was a simple manual job, but after trying it a few times, Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai looked at each other and realized that there was something wrong with this job.

The rice noodles they want to sift are water-added, which can be formed when they grasp it, and will disperse immediately when they press it.

The sieve is about 30 purposes, and the two of them don't understand it very well, anyway, after getting it, the master who taught to make peach blossom cake said so.

Then the two of them began to sift the powder for nearly an hour, until their hands trembled, their eyes straightened, and they even doubted their lives.

Because the sieving time is long, the rice noodles dry up before they are sifted.

If you don't qualify, start over.

An hour later, Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan both supported each other and sat on a plastic stool at the door, moving their stiff and numb arms and fingers.

It was only at this time that Xia Zhihuai finally had time to stop and look around the kitchen before finally realizing that Wanwan was not here.

……

Wanwan and a few friends went to the reading room in the front building.

A few grandparents wearing reading glasses were sitting in the reading room reading books, so they didn't dare to make any noise.

Zheng He is the eldest child, and he knows a lot of words, so he took a magazine called "Strange Stories" and sat in the corner and whispered to the three friends about the strange stories in the book.

A few little cubs stood out in the reading room, and an old man in a wheelchair next to them noticed them and listened to Zheng He talk about "Wonders of the Rooftop".

As a result, at the end, I found that this one was in serialization.

Several children immediately scratched their hearts and lungs, and turned the book over and over again one after another, but they didn't find the following.

The old man smiled and said: "The story in this book will follow, it is estimated that it will take another two weeks to see it, and a new issue of the book will be released in the middle of each month." ”

"You want to hear this kind of weird talk, we have it in nursing homes."

Holding the doll he had just picked up from the bookshelf, he grabbed the doll tightly and asked, "Are there ghosts in nursing homes?" ”

The old man couldn't help laughing: "I don't know about this, but I can tell you about a rumor about our nursing home." ”

Wanwan: "What rumors?" I want to hear it. ”

Zheng He raised his hand: "I want to too." ”

Yan Shu dodged to Wanwan's side: "I'm a little scared, but ......"

"I want to hear it."

The old man smiled: "Okay, then I'll tell you." The exterior wall of our nursing home is red, so this story is also called the Red Mansion Strange Tale. ”

"You visited the first floor in the afternoon, in fact, there is a very strange house in the nursing home, just at the westernmost end of the first floor, which used to be a room for people."

"But the people who live in it never live for more than three months."