When I arrived at the kitchen, I turned on the heating and made the cold kitchen hot. Canghai took the basket to the greenhouse to pick vegetables, got a little green onion, coriander, etc., and when I returned to the kitchen, the room was already hot. The cold air that had been saved for one night had been wiped out.

Wash the vegetables and put them on the chopping board to dry. Pat the ginger, garlic and other things and chop them up. After putting them on the plate, Canghai went out to the water tower to get the pork and prepare it for the filling.

When I arrived at the entrance of the water tower, I saw the third uncle Li Dan coming out of the water tower, holding a piece of meat in his hand. The meat was not big, and it seemed that he was preparing to make soup in the morning.

"Uncle, why did you show so diligence this morning?" Cang Hai smiled and said hello.

Li Dan looked at Canghai and smiled: "So it's Haiwazi. What are you doing? Cooking too?"

"I'll get some meat and eat wontons in the morning. As for you, you have always seen your aunt come to get it. It's rare for you to come to the water tower," Cang Hai said with a smile.

The water tower is the refrigerator for the villagers in summer and the freshener cabinet in winter. The meat of every household is hung in the water tower. The freshness will not drop much after being placed for a week, and it will not break even after being placed for two or three weeks. So almost everyone can’t live without the water tower now.

Li Dan glanced at Canghai: "It's not a good thing you guys are. Now the old ladies in the village are following suit and are counting on us men to cook. After a while, they may not be able to wash clothes and let us come."

Cang Hai said happily: "You can't rely on me for this. I'm a hobby for cooking. You are forced to do so. Our nature is completely different."

Li Dan just said casually that in the past, the men in the village did not cook except for bachelors, and the meals they made could only be cooked, so they were all over the boss. However, since Canghai returned to his hometown, things gradually changed a little, and Canghai became a typical example of many wives, who could make money and do housework, which caused many aunts and grandmas to praise them all the time.

As the living standards get better and better, the villagers have higher and higher requirements for eating, and they are no longer satisfied with eating. So everyone starts to secretly learn from Canghai, and then combines the skills of the village chefs and gradually begins to pay attention to them. They have learned all the tricks such as blanching and oil urging.

The man is lazy and polite, so his wife is taken out to say something from time to time, and gradually the man can cook orders.

"Without you cooking, can I get this job now?" Li Dan said.

"Where is Aunt?" Cang Hai asked.

Li Dan sighed: "I went out early in the morning and said I was learning to dance. I didn't look at her waist, like a big pear, where is she dancing?"

"I've gone to dance too. How many people are dancing? What kind of dance are they?" Cang Hai was surprised.

Li Dan replied: "What kind of dance are you doing? It's just the dance of a group of old ladies in the city, who waved their hands and twisted their waists, and they were not very energetic at all. It would be better to play the waist drum. I said a few words to her, and he complained to my uncle, saying that I didn't support her healthy life, which made my uncle take me over and scold me again."

Hearing Li Dan say this, Cang Hai understood that these people are really dancing square dances.

After chatting for a few words, the uncle and nephew separated. Canghai took the meat and returned to the kitchen and started working hard. He chopped the meat and wrapped wontons. Everything was ready. It was less than half past six, so it was a bit too early to put the wontons, so Canghai prepared to go to the east end of the village to check it out.

When I arrived at the east end of the village, I heard the music in the house about ten meters away.

The place where the dancing was not a kiln but a house, it was the original restaurant. Cang Hai stretched his head and looked in, and suddenly he found that more than a dozen old and young were practicing in the house. Each of them was holding a small red fan in his hand, while his mother-in-law stood at the top, and seemed to be acting as a teacher.

He gently pushed open the door and Canghai walked in. The group of people learned quite seriously. No one noticed Canghai coming in and learned in a good manner with Wang Zhenzhen.

After watching for a while, Canghai couldn't help laughing, because many of these people were a little confused. Although they were all good at playing the waist drum, they seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with this kind of square dance with Jiangnan style.

Cang Hai couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he turned around and left the restaurant and was about to go back to the kitchen. Suddenly he remembered what Qi Yue was going to hunt today, so he walked to the entrance of the cave where Qi Yue and others lived.

"Hey, I'm not up!"

Canghai reached out and patted the door.

"Who!"

It took a long time for a lazy sound to be heard from the room. Apart from the lazy sound, there were a few huh cry. It seemed that no one in the room woke up, and they were all lying on the bed.

"Get up and hunt! Qi Yue, Yan Jun, you little lazy pigs!" Cang Hai's childlike heart rose and shouted at the house.

Qi Yue's voice rang in the room, and the anger that woke up almost knocked the kiln down.

"roll!"

"Hahaha!"

Canghai left the door with a big laugh.

Back in the kitchen, Canghai began to prepare wontons because Meng Meng was about to go to school. As for others, including Shi Wei, they are still lying on the bed. It is very difficult to get up in winter, and no one wants to leave the warm bed.

Canghai just boiled the water and yawned into the kitchen. His schoolbag was hanging slanted on his shoulders, followed by a slippery head like a bodyguard.

Seeing Canghai cooking, Meng Meng sat on the small chair and started to take a nap.

"Have you gone to be a thief tonight?"

Seeing her sister's appearance, Canghai smiled and joked.

Meng Meng ignored her brother and continued to take a nap. She came to Canghai and shook her tail as if she was flattering, but Canghai kicked away with a light kick.

After putting the wontons in the pot, the lid on the pot was covered and waiting for the pot to air together, Canghai took out the wontons. A little lard, seaweed, etc. had been placed in the bowl, and a little marinade, pouring hot water into the bowl, and a fragrance suddenly penetrated into the nose.

"Have a meal!"

Canghai brought the wontons to Meng Meng.

The little girl was sleepy, and lazily picked up the chopsticks and sent the wontons into her mouth as if she was counting them.

Cang Hai looked at his sister's little appearance and looked like a little sloth.

"Beng Meng Gu, Beng Meng Gu!"

Xiaohu appeared at the kitchen door with a schoolbag on his back. He stretched out his head and saw Cang Hai in the room. After screaming and fucking, he sat honestly at the table.

Xiaohu's mother doesn't make breakfast at all now. She slept until ten o'clock. Xiaohu got up every day and carried her schoolbag and went to Canghai's house to have breakfast.

Canghai had become accustomed to his godson to have breakfast at home. He had already prepared another bowl of wontons for this kid. He brought it to him. Xiaohu thanked him and started to suck it.

"You really deserve your name!" Cang Hai said with a smile.

Xiaohu wiped his nose: "My mother said that too! She said it would be good for me to eat. By the way, big, why don't you eat it?"

Canghai said: "I'll eat later. You can eat first. After eating, go to school honestly."

"Um!"

Xiaohu nodded, lowered his head and started to eat in big mouthfuls.

Compared with Xiaohu, Mengmeng couldn't eat anymore. She didn't look like she was holding a bowl when she first arrived. She was sluggish in a meal.

Waiting for Xiaohu to finish eating, she had only eaten half of it, and there was no way to eat the remaining half, because the convoy carrying vegetables had already honked the horn.

"I won't eat it!"

Mengmeng carried her schoolbag, and Xiaohu stood up on the side of Mengmeng, immediately drank the last bite of soup in the bowl, then picked up her schoolbag and threw it at Canghai: "Do it's big, I'm going to school."

Canghai packed up his bowl, and heard the little tiger outside shouting at Hou Meng: "Mengmeng Gu, wait for me!"

The remaining half bowl of wontons was poured directly into Hutou's food bowl. Half the bowl of wontons did not hold on for three seconds, and all of them went into Hutou's stomach.

While waiting for Shi Wei to get up, Cang Hai pulled his two sons out of bed. The two little guys looked the same as their aunt. When they arrived at the kitchen, they started to take a nap, looking like they were not awake.

Shi Wei was not much better, and she sat on the chair and was sleepy.

Canghai gave his mother and three of them a cooking wonton. When he put the pot here, he heard the voices of Wang Zhenzhen and Shi Zhenbang coming from outside. It was obvious that Wang Zhenzhen was very dissatisfied with his students and kept nagging something.

"My parents, sit down, the wontons are ready to be cooked."

Cang Hai lined up a few bowls on the edge of the pot, and said to the two elders who were entering the door while serving wontons.

Shi Zhenbang and his wife came to help immediately.

Everyone gathered at the table, and Wang Zhenzhen couldn't help but start talking again.

"Canghai, why do people in your village play waist drums all lively when they play, but why do they learn dance so slowly? I have been instructing one move for two days, and they still can't learn it well."

Canghai smiled and said, "Mom, don't worry, the waist drum is not the same routine as what you teach. The waist drum movements are all very open and close. What you teach are meticulous work of swaying willows in the wind. Where can they twist over for a while? The northwest wind and the Jiangnan wind are completely different things, just like a folk song. If you ask him to sing an opera, he will have to catch it blindly."

"Look at what I said, Canghai is the same as I thought." Shi Zhenbang smiled and asked a hindsight.

"I'm so tired, not as good as our neighbors," Wang Zhenzhen muttered again.

He said this, but Canghai knew that his mother-in-law had accepted his explanation.

Shi Wei asked at this time: "Mom, why do you suddenly remember to dance?"

"I can't dance?" Wang Zhenzhen was a little unhappy.

"I didn't say you can't, I asked why I suddenly remembered it," Shi Wei asked.
Chapter completed!