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It¡¯s actually a bit cold in the morning and evening in late October in Longzhou.
Wen Wen crawled out from the warm bed. Her messy black hair was arched like a bird's nest. She combed it twice with her hands and put it into a simple bun. She learned this from the old lady on the train. She said Wen Wen's hair is long, and she can easily pull it up like this. It's also very strong, and she doesn't even need a hairpin. After Wen Wen learned how to do it, she really likes it like this and wears it up every day.
But her hair is very thick. When she pulls it back, she has a cloud of black hair, which makes her palm-sized face look even smaller.
She put on her clothes, rubbed her hands, and left the room. It was damp and cold in the morning and evening, as cold as deep into her bones.
The kind-hearted couple on the train are natives of Longzhou and live in an alley near the city. The houses here are somewhat similar to those in Beijing. The layout is square, but the courtyards occupy a smaller area, and the courtyards in the north are smaller. Big, the houses here in Luzhou are very economical in floor space.
It has been half a month since she came to Luzhou, and she is a little familiar with this city. It feels like there are more buildings here, but they are unevenly tall and short. The alleys are very narrow, and there are high walls on both sides. The winding streets and alleys, the blue stone road with a splash of water under your feet, and the sound of "bah-bah-bah" when walking, are quite pleasant.
If the buildings in the central circle of Kyoto are bright and majestic, then the buildings in Longzhou give people the impression of a small family with jade pear blossoms and rain.
In the Yan family, Wen Wen was accustomed to going to bed early and getting up early. She got up early before Mrs. Wei got up, then walked into the kitchen next to the living room and put the two The briquettes in the coal stove were lit. After lighting them, she choked and coughed twice. The briquettes here were particularly difficult to light because it was very humid and smoky. She washed her hands, placed a soup pot on the other side, and added water. I kneaded the dough flexibly on the chopping board.
With a briquette stove on low heat and a small iron pot, Wen Wen worked in the breakfast restaurant during the winter and summer vacations for three years of high school. She is very skilled in making pasta. Not to mention her dexterity in kneading the dough, she is fast and good.
The shortbread cookies I bought on the train tasted quite good, so I bought another pack when I got off the train and studied it. I found that I could basically copy it, and the ones she made were oily, more fragrant and crispy. Softer.
She casually called the system, and a list appeared next to her, which was full of various ingredients, spices and various essential oil extracts she had stored.
The products produced by the system have no impurities at all, are very pure, and have a purer taste. Therefore, using the same materials and using the system extracts to make them, it will be wonderful and delicious.
It¡¯s like taking a sip of rough, muddy water, and then a sip of filtered pure water, with a silky smooth taste.
Mrs. Wei got up early, but when she got up and opened the door, the fragrance in the hall was already fragrant.
At this time, everyone came out to make breakfast one after another. Because the alley was narrow, people could be seen when the window of the house above the house opposite opened. When they saw the old lady coming out, they said: "Auntie, your family has been having breakfast every day for the past half month." What are you doing? It smells so good that it wakes up several of our children and they make noises at home every day."
When Mrs. Wei left the hall, she smelled Wenxin cooking pancakes. Yesterday, the old man brought back two kilograms of fish heads from the back hall. It is estimated that the kid Wenxin had cooked the fish heads.
"What can you eat these days? Just grab a piece of dough and bake it in a pot. It's good. If your kids are greedy, just bake two pieces yourself."
The people at the back window were looking straight into the kitchen through the courtyard wall.
The disadvantage of being so close and so densely populated is that everyone knows what she eats, and the smell is everywhere. In the first two days after Wenxin arrived, she went to the alley-end grocery store by herself. There, I cut a piece of pork belly at Lao Wu's stall and cooked braised pork for them when I came back. The old lady still remembers it. It tasted delicious and fragrant! People living upstairs and across the street opened their windows to see who cooked the meat.
It is no exaggeration to say that it tastes oily and makes people overwhelmed by the aroma.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of the way, even if she¡¯s cooking a bowl of noodles or spooning out steamed meat, someone will open the window and stare at his house, and even let her children into the yard to ask for it.
The old lady swept away the ashes on her body outside, and then entered the kitchen. One coal cake stove was simmering fish head stew, and the other was baking small crispy cakes, each of which was golden and oily. Just looking at it makes you salivate.
"It's so fragrant and warm. Ever since I came to their house, the food she and the old man made was getting better and better day by day, and they both gained weight."
A pot of hot water has been boiled next to the stove and is being kept warm for the two old people to use when they get up in the morning.
"You kidHow is my wife?
"His parents also said that they want to introduce someone to a girl. They want Shunzi to see if there is a good guy in the army who is better than him and introduce him to one. The point is that he is better than him. Political Commissar, do you think it's funny"
A few soldiers and then another burst of "Hahahaha"
Political Commissar Ye laughed, "Shunzi is a very energetic young man. I think it's good. Come back, your parents said, why are you not worthy of this girl? Call your parents over next time, and I will do some ideological work for them. You have to have some confidence in your son."
"Hahahahaha"
"It's too late, political commissar. Everyone has registered in his household registration. The letter said that his girl has taken his surname. Her surname is Wei. What is her name Wei Xin? Do you think it's funny or not"
"WeiXin?"
A group of soldiers were laughing there. Only their leader had a dark face and buttoned up his military button with one hand. Then he picked up his hat and prepared to put it on with a nonchalant expression. However, the moment he heard the name, his body instantly stiffened. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com