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Chapter 297: The Secretary's Little Mahjong

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    The Chinese New Year has entered a small climax stage, and the popularity of visiting relatives and friends in every household has reached its peak.

    After this round, after the relatives leave, they will enter a short rest period. Once the rest period is over, they will go to school.

    Get up early today and set off again!

    The secretary's home is a must!  We made an appointment yesterday!

    Relatively speaking, I should be relatively close to the secretary's house, and the first yard past the brigade headquarters is the secretary's house.

    A few days ago, relatives came to the house and brought a lot of oranges, apples, bananas and other fruits. I picked some oranges and apples and was ready to go.

    Sure enough, I was the first to arrive.

    I met the secretary's mother once when school started, but it was the first time I met his father.  After chatting briefly, after waiting for a while, Brother P and others arrived one after another.

    "You came early, brother!" Brother P said in surprise.  It seems that our early arrival surprised him.  Yes, after all, he is the second closest.

    "I just came here too, so it's so early! It's just half an hour earlier than you." I pretended to be relaxed.

    "Hahaha! It's only half an hour, brother is always so humorous!" Wang Xin patted my shoulder and walked into Yu Wei's house together.

    There are four sycamore trees in front of Yu Wei's house, the kind that can't be hugged by one person, judging by the thickness, it is estimated to be hundreds of years old, right?

    The entrance gate is relatively narrow, and the width of the wooden gate is about 1.5 meters, which has a very simple feeling.

    Stepping over the wooden threshold, there is a feeling of entering an ancient rich family.  The shape of the house in the shape of "concave" is the only thing away from the courtyard.

    Seeing us felt very novel, and Yu Wei enthusiastically introduced us about the house.  There are three families living here.  On the left hand side of the door is his uncle's house.  The main house opposite the main entrance is the residence of Yu Wei's grandparents.  On the right is Yu Wei's house.

    Small blue tiles, red brick walls.  There is a steel pipe well at the corner of the entrance. The ground around the steel pipe well has not yet dried up. Under the dripping water, there is a thin layer of moss. All elements are composing the comfort and stability of the countryside.

    Today, there are adults at home, so there is no need to worry about eating.  Set up the mahjong table early.

    The entertainment project is about to start.

    Yu Wei smiled and said: "Wait for me, I will show you a treasure that I have treasured for many years!" He smiled and turned to enter the door, and everyone was guessing what treasure he would show us.

    Today's sky is extraordinarily blue.  The breeze blows, and occasionally the leaves of the sycamore tree fall.

    The courtyard dam is not wide enough to accommodate a few of us without being crowded.  Cozy time and laughing partners are the most beautiful existence in this spring.

    Not long after, Yu Wei came to the mahjong table with a bag of things.

    When the yellowed cloth pocket was opened, a small mahjong that looked like ivory white was revealed inside.

    "Wow, your mahjong is so exquisite!" Yu Ping couldn't help picking up a mahjong.

    The small mahjong is only as big as two fingernails, the whole body is clean and white, feels warm and moist like jade, and the lines on it are very clear and full.  It can be called a rare work of art.

    Everyone held a few pieces of small mahjong in their hands, rubbed them, and experienced a special feeling.  For a while, I was reluctant to use it as a tool for entertainment.

    "How is it, An Yisa? This mahjong piece was given to him by my Zuzu's friend. It has been stored for many years, and I have always been reluctant to use it." Yu Wei explained.

    "Well, it is indeed Ba Shi! Divide a few and take them back for me to treasure!" Brother P made a gesture and was about to put the mahjong in his pocket.

    Yu Wei hurriedly exclaimed, laughed and took back the mahjong.

    "Look at you, you're so stingy! I won't really take it, I'm just teasing you." Brother P stared at Yu Wei with an expression that I saw through you, as if he was very disappointed in him.

    "Aren't I here to cooperate with you?" Yu Wei's words showed a high IQ.

    The little mahjong was still poured on the table for everyone's entertainment.

    Several people sat down quickly, rubbing mahjong back and forth.  This little mahjong is really not that easy to play. Not only is it small in size, it is much more difficult to flip and stack than normal mahjong.

    A good mahjong game has become a piling contest, which also has a special flavor.

    "Secretary, are you going to make something delicious to entertain us at noon today?" Brother P asked with a smile.

    "Have the chicken legs arrived? We must treat you with the highest standard today!" Yu Wei deliberately whetted his appetite, and then said, "Porridge for lunch!"

      "Damn! This is what you call the highest standard?" Wang Xin obviously felt that the gap was too big, and he was a little unhappy.

    "It's Sa, the porridge I cooked myself, do you think anyone can eat it?" Yu Wei said with a proud expression.

    "Isn't it just porridge, and it's so exaggerated that I don't believe it's delicious!" Wang Xin said.

    For us, porridge is indeed very common, and its status is indeed not high.

    Ordinary porridge is not even as high as dried rice.

    For those who feed pigs at home, porridge is often specially prepared for pigs.  Boiled porridge is more conducive to sow milking.

    It also saves more rice than dry rice.  So it makes sense that brother P doesn't catch a cold with rice porridge.

    "You'll find out later~" Yu Wei pretended to be mysterious.

    After finishing speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen, leaving the courtyard to us

    Mahjong is no longer playable, and everyone chatted while using the height of the mahjong base.

    Time always flies by, amidst laughter, with the falling of a few sycamore leaves, Yu Wei and his father worked together to move out the big round table.

    "It's time to eat! Stop playing mahjong!"

    As soon as lunch time came, the few of us became active again.  They used to sit and chat, but now they all crowded into the kitchen.  Those who serve the dishes, those who hold the chopsticks take the chopsticks, and the kitchen, which is not wide at all, is surrounded by seven or eight people at once, and there is a feeling that it is about to be overcrowded.

    Finally finished everything and waited for the host to come to the table, we started to taste the delicious food.

    Yu Wei's mother's craftsmanship is quite good, and the dishes on the table are also called the authentic Chongzhou farm flavor.

    "Where is the delicious porridge you mentioned? Where is it?" Halfway through the meal, Brother P asked Yu Wei in a low voice.

    "Here, come on, I'll give you more food!" Yu Wei pretended to take Brother P's bowl, but was rejected.

    Just kidding, it's all classmates and friends, you can serve the rice yourself, let the host serve the rice, how embarrassing!

    "Wow! It smells so good!" Brother P came out with porridge and sighed as he walked.

    what's going on?  Doesn't this guy have a cold for porridge?  What porridge can make him can't help admiring?

    With the mentality of finding out, I also went to the kitchen to fill a bowl.

    sharp!

    When the spoon reached into the porridge pot, I was shocked!

    There are not many ribs in the white porridge, which is not eye-catching, but it adds too many elements to the porridge!

    The pork ribs are not greasy, and the little oil released just enhances the taste and taste of the porridge. It is really amazing to be able to blend the two together perfectly!

    Come down and ask for advice, and try to learn this craft!

    Today, we are collectively impressed by Yu Wei's ideas and craftsmanship.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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