MTL - Shanwa Small Rich Farmers-Chapter 39 new year

  After dinner, it was almost time for the Spring Festival Gala to start. Wen Xu tidied up a bit, and put all the things she would use later in the main room, ready to make dumplings while watching the Spring Festival Gala. As for the two girls, after eating, they became hands-free shopkeepers. Not only that, but now each of them made an ice cream, and they even mixed with Dongliang. The two of them and the dog were sitting in front of the TV watching happily.

Wen Xu didn't expect the two daughters to be able to do any work, and he didn't have such a big ideal on his side. He hoped that these two would help, and consciously put the cutting board on the simple shelf supported by two small benches, and put it on After getting the pork belly with fat and thinness, I started to chop the stuffing.

"You're so stingy, you don't even want to buy a meat grinder, and the manual one is only a few dozen yuan cheaper." Zhou Qian stuck out her little tongue and added some ice cream in her hand, looking at Wen Xu holding two With a kitchen knife, chopping dumplings on the chopping board, he couldn't help but say something.

  Wen Xu said while chopping: "At first glance, you are a person who doesn't go into the kitchen. The stuffing chopped by hand is better than the one made by machine. Although they are both the same minced meat, the taste of the two is completely different!"

  While speaking, Wen Xu mentioned the soy sauce on the ground and poured a little on the diced meat, then used two kitchen knives to turn the diced meat over so that it was almost covered with soy sauce, and then continued to chop.

At this moment, Zhuo Yiqing turned her head and glanced at Wen Xu, thought for a while and said with a chuckle, "I said, Old Wen, you look like a housewife, I heard that you used to write programs, and He is the number one student in the college entrance examination in any county or city, and he gets a scholarship every year when he gets to university. How can you think of selling vegetables for such an awesome person! And he can cook such a good first-hand dish, which our mother Wu does not have. Your craft is good!"

   After finishing speaking, she turned around and pointed at Wen Xu: "Student, what is your ideal?"

  Wen Xu was amused by her words: "Why does Yan Dong tell you everything! What is my ideal? Are you asking about next year?"

   "Yes, it's okay anyway, the Spring Festival Gala hasn't started yet, so let's talk about it first!" Zhou Qian also became interested, turning her head to look at Wen Nu, sticking out her tongue from time to time to add a cold drink in her hand.

  Wen Xu glanced at Zhou Qian, then turned his attention to the minced meat in his hand. real! This little girl's actions are too imaginative, Wen Xu is also someone who has been there, these monks are living, her actions always remind Wen Xu of some plots that should not be remembered.

"Next year, after the new year, I will learn a B photo, then raise a sheep in my hometown, build a few solar greenhouses, and the most important thing is to buy a house here in Mingzhu and marry my girlfriend. Then seize the time to give birth to the child, and give birth to as many as possible.”

  Zhuo Yiqing laughed and said, "Look at how promising you are, your wife and children are hot, why can't you have lofty ideals as a grown man?"

   "My ideals are too big, I'm just a layman! If I can do these few things well, I will have no regrets in this life." Wen Wen said with a smile.

Zhou Qian said: "I think Lao Wen's ideal is good, and which girl will live comfortably when marrying our Lao Wen. Look, the cooking is first-class, and the money-making skills are at least at the level of senior white-collar workers! No worries about eating and drinking , the main thing is that you don't even have to cook, and you don't know the blessings this girl has cultivated in several lifetimes!"

Speaking of this, Zhou Qian raised her eyebrows at Wen Xu: "Old Wen, I am optimistic about you. If your ex-girlfriend doesn't want you, the matter of getting married next year will be on my sister and me. At that time, my sister will introduce you to a young and beautiful girl." , looks like a movie star, with **** and breasts, long legs and long legs, the kind that is coquettish in bed... hahaha"

   "Such a big girl, she doesn't have a shape at all." Wen Xu shook her head and said happily when she heard Zhou Qian's last words getting more and more out of order.

Zhuo Yiqing interjected: "Let's do it this way, Qian'er, you also said that Wen Nu is good, if his girlfriend breaks up with him and can't make it that far, I think you will feed the tiger with your body, cheap old Wen never mind!"

"Old Wen, can you be a door-to-door son-in-law? My dad is planning to recruit a son-in-law here. If you are willing to let it go, don't buy a house. Just go to my sister's house to open the door. Not only do you not need to buy a house, but there are also great benefits." Zhou Qian While talking, he bit the ice cream in his mouth, freed his hand to count money at Wen Xu, and then gave Wen Xu a provocative wink.

Wen Xu knew that these girls were unusually rough, so naturally she didn't take Zhou Qian's words to heart, instead she said: "Okay, how about this, let's hold on tighter here, I think tonight is a good day, let's put Substantive things have been done, how about a new look for the new year? Give your parents a little surprise then!"

   "I miss you!" Zhou Qian glared at Wen Xu.

  Zhuo Yiqing said with a smile: "I see that what I showed his parents was not a surprise, but a fright!"

  Wen Xu stretched out his hand to get the ingredients on the ground, and when he remembered, he asked, "Do you two have anything to eat? I'm going to put onions, garlic, and **** in the stuffing. Is there any taboo?"

"No"

   "We have a good appetite," Zhou Qian said.

  After hearing this, Wen Xu put some seasoned **** and garlic into the stuffing and began to chop.

   The three of them were chatting while watching the Spring Festival Gala. When the host of the Spring Festival Gala came out, Wen Xu had almost chopped up a bowl of dumpling stuffing. The next task is to mix the noodles, and then prepare to roll the dumpling wrappers.

After reconciling the dough, I took a third of it and dug a hole in the middle, and kneaded it with crossed hands. After a while, the whole dough formed a two-finger-thick dough strip in Wen Xu's hands, and spread it on the board. Flour, pick up a knife and cut it into a long round strip, cut it with a knife every two centimeters, and turn the round noodle strips while cutting, and soon there are about forty noodles of different sizes on the board. Pick up a dough and reach out and press it to form a round cake. Pick up the rolling pin and hold the edge of the dough with one hand and rub the rolling pin with the other. A dumpling wrapper the size of a teacup comes out in a few strokes.

After rolling about a dozen dumpling wrappers, Wen Xu stopped, turned around and went out of the main room to bring over the broth that had been simmering in the pot all afternoon, added about a few tablespoons into the filling, and then put the filling Stir vigorously to make the originally thick filling look a bit like meat, and then start to make dumplings.

Zhuo Yiqing saw the whole process, and asked Wen Xu with disgust: "Why do you still add leftover soup? I said you wouldn't be so economical. The leftover soup should also be poured into the dumpling stuffing, so I can't see it." It’s fine if your heart is pure, and you’re still pouring it in front of me! You just dislike us and come to your house to eat during the Chinese New Year, and you’re deliberately disgusting, okay?”

   "Old Wen, you are too disgusting, and the leftover soup is poured into the dumpling stuffing." Zhou Qian immediately covered her mouth as if vomiting, and then raised her eyebrows and looked at Wen Nu with disgust.

"What do you two know? Look again. This is leftover soup. I put a firewood on the fire and simmered a lot of bone broth for almost six hours. I put it in the stuffing and wait to eat it." Once you bite into it, your mouth will be full of soup. Forget it, it’s useless to talk to you two guys who can only have mouths. When you eat it, you will know." After explaining these two, Wen Xu continued to wrap dumpling.

Maybe because she thought the Spring Festival Gala was not very good-looking, Zhuo Yiqing moved the small board and rubbed it over. This kind of rubbing was not normal, it was a bit like a game "riding a big horse" played by children, this kind of riding a big horse Horses don’t refer to today’s children. Small wooden horses are not new gadgets anymore. They are rural children like Wen Wen who didn’t have so many things to play with when they were young. They ride a small four-legged bench as a horse, with their feet on the ground, and straddle On the small bench, the two hands held the head of the bench and moved forward in this way.

  Now Zhuo Yiqing is like this, moving from the front of the TV to the side of the board, the legs of the small bench knocked about ten times to the concrete floor.

   "Let me make dumplings for you" and moved to the side of the board, Zhuo Yiqing said as she was about to reach for the rolled dumpling wrappers.

   "Can you make dumplings?" Wen Xu asked a little surprised.

  Zhuo Yiqing said: "You underestimate people, what's so difficult about that!"

"Even if you can, then you have to wash your hands, then dry your hands before wrapping them. Maybe you grabbed something just now, seeing Dongliang being scratched by the two of you." Wen Xu watched as Zhuo Yiqing's little paws continued to move towards the dumpling wrapper Shen, immediately put her aside, and said quickly.

  Zhuo Yiqing clapped her hands after hearing this, and continued to ride her 'little wooden horse' towards the water basin. Seeing that Zhuo Yiqing said that she wanted to make dumplings, Zhou Qian couldn't sit still, so she quickly took Xiao Pao to wash her hands.

Seeing that the two girls had washed their hands, Wen Xu let them make dumplings, but the first one made by the two left Wen Xu speechless, not to mention Zhou Qian, even Zhuo Yiqing, who claimed to know how to make dumplings, was just talking about it.

   "Forget it, follow me now." Wen Xu had no choice but to temporarily work as a teacher, picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper and taught the two girls how to make dumplings.

There is a free teacher, and Wen Xu also breaks it down step by step in slow motion to demonstrate, after making a few dumplings, I finally taught these two young ladies, although the wrapping is a bit ugly, a bit crooked Yes, but at last it is not revealing or tearing the skin.

  Teaching the two young ladies how to make dumplings, Wen Xu thought it would be easier for her, now that she has two helpers, who knows that within five minutes of being happy, the two young ladies started a fight again.

   "I'm a rooster! Whoa whoa!"

  Zhou Qian pinched something she didn't know what it was, anyway, in her opinion it was a rooster, and then held it in her hand to 'perform' the rooster crowing.

Zhuo Yiqing immediately followed her childlike innocence, picked up a piece of dough, rolled it up twice quickly, pulled out two dough pieces from both sides, and held it in her hands: "The eagle is here, my eagle wants to eat yours Rooster!"

   While shouting, he slammed the dough in his hand into the 'rooster' in Zhou Qian's hand, and soon the 'Eagle' and the 'rooster' began to fight into a ball in the hands of the two young ladies.

  Wen Xu couldn't laugh or cry, even Dong Liang next to him was stunned by these two silly girls, and looked at the two girls who were full of childlike innocence with a pair of dog eyes and a confused face.

   Probably in Dongliang's heart, he must have thought: What are these two slaves making a fuss about, why don't they hurry up and tickle the master!

I feel that making dumplings can't be counted on these two young ladies who have no worries about food and clothing, who can't carry their shoulders or hands, and have to rely on hard-working people like myself to let the two girls make a fuss and make dumplings quietly. , Watching TV programs while bagging, occasionally there is a skit or something, and I can still laugh aloud, even if I encounter some sensational episodes, the nausea will pass.

A slow wrapping, the good show will stop, so a few curtains of dumplings have been made for several hours, maybe someone is accompanying the New Year, Wen Xu always feels that the time of the New Year's Eve passes very quickly, and he doesn't feel sleepy yet. The time pointed to twelve o'clock.

"nineteen…"

  The host on TV reported the count, indicating that the Chinese New Year bell is about to ring. At this time, Wen Xu brought Zhuo Yiqing and Zhou Qian to the yard, because this is the countryside, and it is not as strict as the city, and now every house in the surrounding area is already bursting with firecrackers.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Wen Xu tore apart the 2,000-gun cannons he bought and pushed them on the ground in the courtyard. He sat directly at the entrance of the main room to the gate, and then stepped back after lighting the cannons. hospital.

   "It's really loud!"

   "Chinese New Year, Lao Wen, Happy New Year!"

   "Let's have fun, have fun!"

  The firecrackers were so powerful that the three of them had to roar at the top of their voices to let others hear them. With the crackling sound of the whips running, and the clear smoke rising from the small courtyard, the new year has officially arrived!