Hua Wanchi was very excited. She sat on the kitchen threshold and stared at the large, dense snowflakes floating down.
In the past, due to global warming, it was rare to see snow in the south.
Even if it snowed, it would only be a light snow that lasted for an hour or so at most, and it would melt as soon as a layer of snow accumulated on the ground.
She hadn't seen such heavy snow for a long time. Under the gray sky, snowflakes fell like cotton wool.
The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow, a vast expanse of white, and a fresh cold air blew in the face, giving off a very winter atmosphere.
Wan Qingliu looked at her strange expression and understood, but still said:
"It's so cold, you're not afraid of freezing sitting here. Did you buy a hand warmer? If you do, take one out and use it."
Hua Wanchi blinked. She had stockpiled so many things that she couldn't even remember the ones that were not very common.
After searching through her memory, it seemed that she had indeed stockpiled some nostalgic things, such as a hot water bottle. She only knew about this thing because of a well-known palace fighting drama.
It seemed like she bought more than one. After thinking about it, Hua Wanchi took out three. She was afraid that she would take too many and her grandmother wouldn't be able to hold them all.
Wan Qingliu filled her cup with hot water, told her to keep it in her pocket, and also put a hat on her.
Zhou Yujiao was busy in front of the stove and shouted:
"Chi Chi, come over here and warm yourself by the fire. Isn't it cold over there?"
After seeing enough of the snow, Hua Wanchi ran to the stove and sat down.
My hometown in my previous life was different from here, even the dialect was very different. However, I have been here for more than two years, and Hua Wanchi has gotten used to the accent here.
"Mom, what's for dinner today?"
Zhou Yujiao said angrily: "It's none of your business. Your meal is over there!"
Everyone in my family has a strong taste for spicy food, but the little kids can't eat anything too spicy. Plus, Hua Wanchi and Xiao Youzi are only two years old and can't eat the same things as adults.
So Wan Qingliu built another stove specifically to cook meals for the two children. Today she cooked meat porridge - the pork was chopped into fine meat paste and added to the porridge, which was quite fragrant.
Hua Wanchi and Xiao Youzi each had a small porcelain bowl in front of them. They held a pipa spoon in their hands and scooped up the porridge one scoop at a time.
Alas, when will I grow up? Hua Wanchi is worried.
The child eats soft and light food every day. Even her grandmother didn’t let her eat too much milk tea and French fries. Her mouth was almost dry.
“Sign in!”
"Successfully signed in, received item: Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest."
[Auspicious Snow Brings a Good Harvest: After using this, crop yields will increase by 50% next year, and there will be no pests or diseases. This increase in yield will grant 2-50 points of merit. Note: This only applies to Dafang Village.]
Hua Wanchi turned around and confirmed that he was indeed standing outside the space, right?
What you get when you sign in is a prop, right?
It turns out that you can sign in and get props even if you are not in the space?
Looking at the effect description, it is extremely powerful!
Good, good, use it!
It was snowing heavily outside, but the diligent postman's bicycle bell still rang outside.
"Zhao Yuan, your letter!"
The jingling sound rang out again outside Lao Hua's door.
"Wang Jingxia—Hua Jingmin—your packages!"
Hua Jingmin's package was sent when he returned from the army.
Wang Jingxia's was sent by Lao Wang's family in the neighboring county.
When I opened it, there was a letter, some cotton clothes, and some cured rabbit.
In addition to the money given to Wang Jingxia, there are also some for the ones in Hua Ziqiang's family.
Hua Qingping was afraid that Wang Jingxia would fall in the snow, so he delivered the things himself. When he arrived at Hua Ziqiang's house, he could smell the aroma of mutton soup.
"Erniu—your grandpa has brought you something!"
Hua Ziqiang ran out, blinded by the wind and snow:
"Uncle, it's snowing heavily outside. Come in and have a bowl of mutton soup to warm yourself up."
Hua Qingping waved his hand, put the things in Hua Ziqiang's hand, turned around and went back.
The mutton soup was indeed very fragrant, but Hua Qingping suddenly thought that his family seemed to have no shortage of mutton. Instead of eating it at Hua Ziqiang's house, it would be better to cook it at home and give it to Jingxia.
A few days ago, before the snow started falling, Old Huatou looked at the sky and said that it might snow.
Wan Qingliu went to the city and delivered some things to three families in the city. When he came back, he carried half a mutton.
Of course, this was taken from Hua Wanchi’s space.
We usually eat pork at home, and we don’t often eat beef and mutton because there are not many cattle and sheep here.
I don’t know how many cattle and sheep in the space have died of old age. Later, I simply killed all the grown-up cattle and sheep and piled the meat in the warehouse. It will never go bad.
Generally speaking, the rewards for Hua Ziqiang's tasks are random within a specified range.
However, Hua Wanchi happened to have a lot of beef and mutton recently, so she manually set it up and added beef and mutton to Hua Ziqiang's rewards.
It happened to be cold, which was suitable for stewing some mutton, so Wan Qingliu took out half a lamb from the warehouse.
"I found this good stuff on the black market, so I bought half of it!"
If she can't handle any more, her excuse won't hold water.
Because it's cold, the meat doesn't spoil easily. I eat a little bit every day, and I haven't eaten much until now.
The big fat sheep has plenty of fat, and even the lean meat is soft and tender. When it is boiled in the pot, the soup is milky white and has a fragrant aroma.
Although Wan Qingliu's cooking skills are not as good as Hua Ziqiang's who has learned the skills specially, the taste is not bad. The whole family drank it and warmed up their whole body.
There happened to be a pot of soup, and the winter solstice had also arrived, so Wan Qingliu suddenly had an idea.
"How about making dumplings at home today?"
Everyone agreed. A bowl of hot soup dumplings is a must on the Winter Solstice!
It’s not popular to make dumplings during Chinese New Year and other festivals here, but we still eat them on ordinary days.
Everyone had just enough to eat their fill, and no other conditions could be expected. It was a rare opportunity to have dumplings.
But Lao Hua’s family has no shortage of meat, noodles, or vegetables, so can’t they eat dumplings whenever they want?
There were several large benches in the main room, covered with a bamboo curtain.
Zhou Yujiao added water and kneaded the dough, Wan Qingliu was responsible for washing the vegetables, Hua Xuguo chopped the meat, and then gave the chopped meat to his mother to make dumpling fillings.
After everything was ready, Wang Jingxia sat in the main room with everyone to make dumplings.
There was a brazier burning in the main room, making it warm.
There were a few sweet potatoes stuffed in the charcoal fire. Hua Qingping and Hua Jingmin took them out after they were roasted.
Hua Qingping turned the black roasted sweet potato over with both hands, and peeled off the black shell on the outside. When it was no longer hot, he put it in Xiao Youzi's hand and gave her a small spoon, asking her to scoop it out and eat it.
Hua Wanchi looked eagerly: "Uncle, where is mine?"
Hua Qingping grinned and said, "Here, aren't these all here? You can just take them yourself."
The old man, who had been silent the whole time, stretched out his pipe and tapped Hua Qingping.
Hua Qingping covered his head, angry but not daring to speak.
Hua Jingmin smiled and peeled one for Hua Wanchi:
"Chichi is here, come and eat."
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