When Zhang Limin heard Su Qingfeng say this, his heart was warm.

Even if there was a cold wind blowing outside, and his face was blown white by the wind, Zhang Limin couldn't feel this severe cold at this moment.

He looked at Su Qingfeng and suddenly showed a smile, "Qingfeng, I want to eat the dumplings you made." ”

Su Qingfeng looked at him in the dust, couldn't hide his haggard face, and couldn't help laughing, "Eat." What do you want to eat? There is also a jar of sauerkraut at home, and today I just got a piece of pork belly, and I will wrap you with dumplings filled with sauerkraut and pork at that time. I'll fry you in lard again, make a plate of oil, and eat it until your mouth is very fragrant. ”

When Su Qingfeng said this, he couldn't help but suck his saliva even with the New Year next to him - he was greedy.

He was still distributing rice noodles, but when he heard things like sauerkraut and pork filling, dumplings, and oil, he almost weighed the weight of the rice noodles wrongly, but fortunately he was found and made up for the missing weight.

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Zhang Limin didn't want to go home now, so he simply found a corner, a big tall one, shrunk aggrievedly, and wanted to smoke, but the matches were polished, and when he saw the surrounding environment, he was stunned and extinguished the matches.

He leaned against the wall, a cigarette in his mouth, unlit, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

As a result, he waited and waited, and when it was dark, Su Qingfeng turned his head and saw that Zhang Limin didn't know when, he was already leaning against the wall and falling asleep.

He woke Zhang Limin awake, Zhang Limin went to park the big truck first, and then rode a bicycle and rushed home with Su Qingfeng.

Li Ran got off work early today.

She stood by the kitchen stove, staring at the water in the pot with fine bubbles gushing out from the rim, and holding a cookbook-like book in her hand.

"Braised eggplant, two eggplants, an appropriate amount of minced coriander, an appropriate amount of minced green onion, ginger, minced garlic, a little refined salt, a little monosodium glutamate, an appropriate amount of sugar, soy sauce, ......"

Li Ran looked at the recipe, and the more he looked down, the more he couldn't help frowning.

She is also a high school graduate, working in a newspaper, and she is also a cultural person.

But...... Why is the recipe like a book from heaven to her?

What is moderation?

What is a little?

Can't you clearly tell how many grams of seasoning you should need?

Li Ran puffed out his face, a little angry.

She thought about it, but it was still a little rusty, so she cut the eggplant diagonally, then put it in a bowl, and steamed it until it was medium-rare.

What is seven ripe, Li Ran still knows.

It is a poke with chopsticks, and then you can poke into the eggplant.

Should...... Is that so?

Li Ran took advantage of this time to tie the wool in his hands.

It can be seen that Li Ran's movements have gradually changed from stumbling to stumbling.

The appearance of the yarn is also gradually getting better.

It's just that...... While fighting, Li Ran suddenly sighed, put down the wool in her hand, measured her stomach and waistline, and the smile on her face couldn't help but collapse.

"I haven't eaten much...... How do you feel like you've gained a lot of weight lately? ”

Li Ran was a little unhappy and wanted to control the amount of food she ate, but in the next second, a roar sounded in her stomach.

Li Ran sighed, forget it, tomorrow, starting tomorrow, starting tomorrow, she must eat less.

At this moment, the voices of two men suddenly came from outside.

One of the voices was Su Qingfeng.

It just so happened that the eggplant was also cooked.

……

When Su Qingfeng went home, he opened the curtain of the door and opened the door, the fire wall in the house was burning, warm, and as soon as he entered the house, he couldn't help but shiver comfortably.

Looking at the polished and shiny square Eight Immortals table, the vase with interest and mood, and the green branches and pale yellow flowers diagonally inserted in the vase, Zhang Limin couldn't help but stretch out a thumbs up and smiled at Su Qingfeng:

"Qingfeng, you still have a good eye. Your daughter-in-law is well married, whether she can work or not is secondary. The important thing is whether it will hurt people. The two husbands and wives have to live like this, supporting each other and holding each other......"

As he spoke, Zhang Limin suddenly fell silent.

He talked to Su Qingfeng about the truth, but what about himself?

Zhang Limin doesn't want to dwell on anything about what happened in the past anymore.

When people live their lives, they always have to look forward, and an uncle is always worried about the past and for a woman, which is too unaffordable to let go.

It's just that having said that, only a few days have passed, and Zhang Limin still feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Diaphragm!

As if he hadn't noticed his unnatural pause, Su Qingfeng looked away and changed the topic with a smile, "Didn't you say dumplings with sauerkraut and pork filling?" Come on, come on, prepare the noodles first, and prepare to eat a meal of white flour dumplings today. ”

White-flour dumplings?

Li Ran poked a head out of the kitchen, with dark pupils that looked shiny, "I'll help!" ”

It turns out that although Li Ran can't cook, she is not a kitchen killer, she just lacks guidance.

Zhang Limin was covered in tendons and meat, and he had nowhere to use his strength, Su Qingfeng saw that he still had the strength to think about it, so he simply asked him to knead the dough.

The room was already hot, plus he was still wearing a padded jacket on his body, and he was doing hard work on his hands, and after a while, fine beads of sweat were already flowing down Zhang Limin's forehead.

Seeing this, Li Ran took a towel, whispered a few words to Su Qingfeng, as if he had made a decision, and then walked outside the door and shouted at the two courtyards next to him.

On this cold day, almost everyone was in the house, and no one couldn't help but find guilt, so the surroundings were quiet and scary for a while, and only Li Ran's voice remained.

Fortunately, after a while, Jiang Feng and Lin Duanyang both ran out.

Jiang Feng was still holding a pen and a notebook in his hand, which were full of dense formulas, because it was dark and he couldn't read the handwriting clearly, Li Ran didn't look at it at a glance.

It's Lin Duanyang, when he came out, he was smoky and burning, and he seemed to be cooking, and he was still holding a bowl of hand-rolled round noodles in his hand.

Li Ran sniffed, and there was a smell of oil in the air, and this oil was not like ordinary rapeseed oil, it should be lard fried in an oil pan with big fatty meat.

Lard is just more fragrant than rapeseed oil.

Lin Duanyang seemed to notice Li Ran's eyes, and he was very bad-eyed, using chopsticks that he had never eaten, he picked out a few chopsticks noodles, and the poached eggs and sauce pork ribs hidden under the noodles also leaked out at once.

Coupled with green vegetables, this bowl of pork ribs and green vegetable noodles in sauce looks extremely attractive.

Even if he didn't see it up close, but with his breath alone, Li Ran could feel this bowl of noodles with a keen sense of smell...... It must be delicious.

Lin Duanyang seemed to be able to see Li Ran's burning eyes, and said with a smile, "Xiao Li, call your man out and come to us to eat noodles together?" ”

Li Ran shook his head, "Brother Lin, Xiao Feng, today our family makes dumplings, sauerkraut and pork filling, and fried oil with lard, the kang table in the house is all cleaned up, just waiting for you to eat." ”

Lin Duanyang just heard it, and he didn't expect it, so he was stunned for a moment, then smiled again, and said briskly, "Okay." It just so happened that we made a pot of noodles here, and it was just right to eat them separately. Xiao Li, you go into the house and wait, I will call Xiao Song and Lao Zhou over immediately. ”

Jiang Feng was originally a little embarrassed to come to eat dumplings.

You know, it's a white-flour dumpling.

However, he saw that Lin Duanyang agreed, if he refused, he was afraid that he would hurt Li Ran's face.

Jiang Feng thought about it and finally came up with an easy one.

He followed Lin Duanyang's example, "Sister, I made green pepper poached eggs today, and a bowl of corn rib soup, I'll bring it over later and eat it together!" ”

After speaking, he was afraid that Li Ran would not agree, so he ran back to the house again.

house.

Professor Tang looked at the two bowls of dishes in front of him and did not move his chopsticks for a long time.

This kid!

He sighed on the surface, but in fact, with a smile in his eyes, he packed up all the dishes on the dinner table, led Jiang Feng to the courtyard of Su Qingfeng's house, and knocked on the door.

Seeing Jiang Feng looking around, a little excited, Professor Tang still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Jiang Feng, this kid is really good.

Able to endure hardships, work neatly, study and focus, is a good seedling.

It's a pity that because of his identity, for so many years, he has been alone, and he can speak, except for a few of them, he actually has a few words with Su Qingfeng.

Professor Tang laughed in his heart.

What is this?

Forget about the New Year?

When I opened the door, I also met the next door next door - Song Jinxiu and his party.

As soon as you enter the door.

The aroma of sauerkraut stir-fried in hot oil instantly overflowed.

When Su Qingfeng put in the foamed pork belly and stir-fried it, because of the oil flowers, it kept making a "zila" sound, just listening to the sound, it made people have a feeling of salivation.

On the other side, the white and tender dough is quickly fermented and rapidly expands under the heat of the wall of fire.

Li Ran also made dumplings at home, and when it comes to making dumplings, it is not unfamiliar to him.

Zhang Limin saw that she was moving slowly, but the dumplings wrapped out were small, and then looked at the chubby, strange-looking dumplings in his hands, and coughed a little uncomfortably.

At this time, Lin Duanyang walked in and saw the dumplings on the table, as a former master of Lu cuisine, he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted: "At first glance, it was made by the old man, and this bag was also a little stumbling..."

Zhang Limin snorted, he was still a little weak-hearted, afraid that Su Qingfeng would talk about him.

But now, Su Qingfeng hasn't talked about him yet, but an old man who doesn't know much has talked about it.

His eyes widened, "You old comrade is really coke, you are so capable, can you try one?" ”

Lin Duanyang glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Just when Zhang Limin thought that he had nothing to say and gave in, Lin Duanyang stepped forward, squeezed him away with his buttocks, wiped his hands clean, and then flipped his hands over, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and stuffed the hand-rolled dough into the freshly fried, half-cooked sauerkraut pork filling, and then wrapped it into an ingot-shaped, which looked small and exquisite, making people feel full of appetite.

Zhang Limin opened his mouth and was speechless.

Who would have known that this old man, who doesn't look good, actually has such a trick.

With Zhang Limin's two tricks, it is very vicious.

This old comrade may not have been a master before, but now he is unlucky and a little down, although he also lives in the county, Zhang Limin can also see his bumpy experience from his weathered face.

After the key was to wrap the dumplings, Lin Duanyang glanced at Zhang Limin, and also learned from his previous appearance, and said with some disgust, "Just grow tall, not brains." You can't even wrap dumplings, just like you, how can you find a daughter-in-law? ”

Just talked, Lin Duanyang also poked Zhang Limin's sore spot.

He glanced at Lin Duanyang, didn't say a word, and walked to a corner of the place, took out a piece of gray cloth wrapped in something, and when the cloth head was unfolded, everyone found that there was actually a small bottle of liquor in the cloth head.

This liquor doesn't seem to have any packaging, it should be where Zhang Limin received the liquor.

Su Qingfeng was in the kitchen, cooking the dumplings that had been wrapped before, and then using a homemade sieve to fish out the dumplings.

When he heard that it was quiet outside, he took a plate of boiled dumplings, lifted the curtain of the door, and walked out of it.

"What's wrong? Why don't you speak? Because of his keen five senses, Su Qingfeng heard the conversation outside and knew that the atmosphere was a little stiff, but this did not prevent him from greeting guests.

Especially when he saw the liquor in Zhang Limin's hand, Su Qingfeng deliberately smiled and changed the topic, "It is said that dumplings are wine, and the more you eat, the more you have." Brother Limin, you are here prepared. ”

The dumplings were ready, I don't know who was present, and there was a roar in the stomach.

Lin Duanyang also seemed to realize that he should have said something wrong before.

He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't find the right time to apologize.

Su Qingfeng beckoned, "Yo, what about the sauce pork rib noodles?" Fragrant, so fragrant! Uncle Lin, your skills in sauce pork ribs are really good, shall I exchange bacon with you? ”

Lin Duanyang was also curious about the bacon made by Su Qingfeng, and now he was interested in finding the bottom of the stairs, so he almost didn't think about it, so he should come down.

After the dumplings were fished out, everyone suddenly found that the originally prepared kang table was too small, so many people not only couldn't sit down, but also couldn't put down so many dumplings, and the last group of people was stunned to move the dumplings to the square table.

Because of the wall of fire, even if you sit on a stool, it's not very cold.

Everyone sat around a table with a large bowl of noodles, a large bowl of green pepper poached eggs, and a pot of corn rib soup.

To be honest, Su Qingfeng felt that with these dishes, it was enough for everyone to eat.

It's just that when the center of the dining table was full of dumplings, smelling the fragrance wafting in the air, even Professor Tang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Su Qingfeng didn't make any formalities.

Except for Jiang Feng, everyone poured a small glass of liquor, and then the liquor bottle was completely empty.

Immediately afterwards, Su Qingfeng first picked up a dumpling and put it in Li Ran's bowl.

After one bite, the soft and glutinous white noodles were bitten, the lard overflowed from the inside, and the flavors of sauerkraut and meat foam merged into one in an instant...... (End of chapter)