Yun Yiyi felt as if she had drunk a large mouthful of aged vinegar, which was extremely sour.
However, she couldn't waste food. She suppressed her saliva and swallowed the hawthorn.
Then she poured a bowl of warm boiled water and drank it in one gulp.
"Third brother, the hawthorn I just ate was too sour. I feel like my teeth are falling out."
Third Brother Yun laughed heartily, "Yiyi, eat the hawthorn later. I don't think you can chew it right now."
Yun Yiyi lowered her head dejectedly.
After hearing what Third Brother Yun said, the others also burst into laughter.
Brother Yun San used a wooden stick to poke out some of the red-hot charcoal in the stove hole and put the hawthorn into the charcoal.
After a while, the sweet aroma of hawthorn became stronger.
"The hawthorns are roasted. Come and have some. Help yourself."
At the call of Third Brother Yun, everyone held a wooden stick and moved the roasted hawthorns out.
Yun Yiyi picked up a hawthorn, carefully removed the outer layer of skin, and then swallowed a hawthorn ball in one bite.
Roasted hawthorns taste very fragrant. They are sweeter than unroasted hawthorns, and of course they are more sour.
Overall, Yun Yiyi feels that roasted hawthorn tastes better.
"Third brother, roast some more hawthorns. I just ate one and it's not enough."
"Okay, I'll roast some hawthorns. Oh, and I'll get some sweet potatoes. Let's roast them together."
"Okay, Third Brother. But don't use a sweet potato that's too big, as it will take longer to cook."
"knew."
Brother Yun San took more than ten thin strips of sweet potatoes, put them together with hawthorns, and covered them with a layer of charcoal.
"Children, if you are sleepy, you can go to bed first." Zhang lifted the curtain and entered the room.
"Mom, Third Brother is roasting sweet potatoes and hawthorns. I want to play for a while longer."
Zhang watched as several children gathered around a small fire, piled with burnt charcoal. Presumably, it contained roasted sweet potatoes and hawthorns.
She smiled and said, "Then you can go to bed when you are tired."
"Mom, you are so kind."
Zhang smiled, cleared the table, and then sat down next to the stove.
The fire in the stove was burning all the time. As soon as she sat down, she felt a wave of heat hitting her face.
She moved her feet forward, and some of the snowflakes that had fallen on her shoes melted immediately.
She had been standing outside in the cold wind until she was almost frozen. Now, Zhang finally felt herself warming up.
"Mom, the hawthorns are ripe, please eat one."
As Yun Yiyi spoke, she handed over a steaming roasted hawthorn.
"Okay, Mom, try the hawthorn and see if it's sweet."
Zhang happily took the hawthorn and started to eat it. The hawthorn was very sweet and soft in the first place.
"It's delicious, Yiyi, you eat it too."
There are many people including Brother Yun and Yun Yiyi, and after each of them has two hawthorns, Brother Yun San will have to start the third wave of roasted hawthorns.
"I didn't expect that the third brother is so good at roasting hawthorns."
"Right, Mom. I think it's good too. When the sweet potatoes are cooked, you can try them. They're absolutely delicious, and they're not burnt."
Third Brother Yun said with a smug look on his face.
"Mom, we all roasted hawthorns just now, but the third one roasted them to the perfect temperature."
"Aunt, Third Brother Yun is patient. He always knows how to strike the right balance."
"Mom, let's wait for Third Brother to show us his skills tonight."
Zhang chuckled, "Okay, mother is waiting to eat too."
After everyone praised him, Third Brother Yun's face turned red with joy.
Suddenly, "What are you and your mother talking about? Brother Wu and I heard you talking outside the door."
As they spoke, Yun the Butcher and Old Man Wu entered the house one after another.
"Dad, we were praising our third brother's roasted hawthorns and sweet potatoes for being delicious."
"Yes, it will be cooked soon. Dad and Grandpa Wu will also try my cooking."
Butcher Yun laughed and said, "Okay, then we'll just wait."
Butcher Yun and Old Man Wu sat down around the dining table, which was next to the stove, so it wasn't cold.
Old Man Wu looked around and said, "Brother Yun, your room is very well kept. It's clean and warm."
"There's nothing we can do, Brother Wu. We were at the back and came in late. By the time we chose a room, the only one left was this one with no windows or doors.
"Luckily, we had plenty of firewood at home, so we sealed the doors and windows with matches and tarpaulin."
Old Man Wu took a closer look at the windows and the door. Only then did he realize that the door was sealed with piled firewood. The curtain was also a piece of oilcloth he had hung himself.
He turned to look at the window again, which was also sealed with oilcloth.
He gave me a thumbs up in admiration and said, "Brother, you did a great job. The room will be much warmer now that you have sealed these windows and doors."
"And I found that your room is much warmer than mine."
Butcher Yun thought for a moment and said, "Brother Wu, it must be because I sealed it tightly and lit the fire that the room is so warm."
"However, I also left a vent near the door. It's just not very big, so when we sit by the fire, it's not noticeable."
Old Man Wu followed Yun the Butcher's gaze and found that the door curtain did not hang down to the ground, but was a little distance away from the ground.
"Brother Yun, now that you put it that way, I understand. I was just thinking that since there's a fire in the house, it shouldn't be sealed too tightly."
"The door of the room we chose was good and usable. But there were a few holes in the window paper. I blocked them all with oil paper."
"But there was a fire in the house, so we didn't dare close the door completely. We could only leave it a little ajar."
"The door is left open, and the wind is coming into the house."
"Brother Wu, your problem is easy to solve. When you go back, close all the doors."
"But you could just cut some holes in the tarpaulin covering the windows to allow for ventilation."
"But don't make the hole too big."
Old Man Wu nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll do as you say when I get back."
"By the way, Wu Ge, if the snow gets heavy tonight, can we still set off tomorrow?"
Old Man Wu was silent for a moment. "It's hard to say. It depends on the decision of the village chief and the elders. But I think we will continue to set off."
Butcher Yun nodded in agreement. "That's what I thought. Even if the snow falls, as long as it doesn't melt, the road won't freeze, so it won't delay our journey."
"Yes, I'm afraid that the snow will melt and the road will become icy, and we won't be able to travel on the official road."
"Brother Yun, what do you say about us staying here for a while?"
"Brother Wu, what do you mean?"
Old Man Wu said in a low voice, "Brother Yun."
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