Duolu: "Duole, go ask your aunt."
The three big dolls were washing things on their hands, and they all smelled bad. Only Duole smelled a little less bad, so Duolu sent Xiaobaozi to find Yu Rujia.
Duo Le, having received her new task, released the handle and ran towards the infirmary, shouting, "Mom, Mom, Uncle Wei is treating us to hot pot tonight, can we go?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the chubby boy stood in front of Yu Rujia, followed by Wei Hanjie.
Although the little guy ran, his legs were too short. Wei Hanjie's long legs lifted one step, which was equivalent to several steps for the little guy. He arrived in front of Yu Rujia only a little behind him.
Wei Han explained, “The children have gone to a lot of trouble teaching me how to cook, so I’d like to invite them over for a hot pot dinner tonight as a way of thanking them; of course, if Yu Zhiqing and Cadre Gao would like to join us, I would be very happy to have you both come along.”
Duole was not as tall as the counter. In order to see Yu Rujia, he grabbed the counter with his chubby hands and tried to jump up, but he fell down again very quickly.
Finding that this approach wasn't working, the little dumpling changed tactics, struggling to tiptoe and lift her head, but it was still to no avail.
Yu Rujia walked out from behind the counter, reached out and picked up the chubby boy who was trying to get her attention.
The little dumpling stretched out its chubby little arms and hugged its mother's neck, nuzzling her affectionately, and said softly, "Mom, I want to go to Uncle Wei's house to eat hot pot, shall we go?"
Yu Rujia looked at Wei Hanjie standing to the side and nodded, saying, "Then we'll trouble you, Wei Zhiqing. We just happened to buy some pig's blood today, which is perfect for making pots. We'll take ten catties with us later."
"Besides, we have plenty of vegetables in our garden, should we bring some with us?"
When I went to treat Wei Hanjie's injuries before the New Year, I saw his private plot of land, where he only grew a few kinds of vegetables, far fewer than the variety grown at his home.
The pigs slaughtered by Shangfen Brigade before the Lunar New Year were hunted from the mountains, not raised by the family themselves, so the Yu family didn't ask for any pig blood.
Wei Han didn't eat pig's blood when he had hot pot on New Year's Eve. He never thought that pig's blood could be used to make hot pot. If he had known, he would have bought several pounds of it when he was dividing the meat today.
Wei Han considered the Yu family's appetite and realized that he hadn't prepared enough ingredients, so he didn't refuse out of politeness.
Wei Hanjie: "Okay, thank you very much, educated youth."
After Duoshou finished preparing the seasonings, he went to the backyard to wash the meat with his brothers. Duolu, thinking of his past teaching experience, stopped him: "Duoshou, go and watch Uncle Wei make the broth."
Wei Hanjie's cooking skills weren't something he could learn in one go. More often than not, he could understand it after hearing about it, but he would fail miserably when he tried to practice, wasting a lot of ingredients. It wasn't until later that he could make it taste better.
Duolu didn't want to upset his stomach, and since he hadn't finished his work yet, he could only ask Duoshou to keep an eye on Wei Hanjie.
The broth for the hot pot needs to be simmered for a longer time to taste good. Considering the time needed for preparation, Wei Han should start preparing now.
Duoshou also felt that he should go and keep an eye on things. Usually, they would just try a few bites, but today they were eating the whole meal at his house, so it had to be made better.
Some meats need to be marinated in advance; if they are not marinated properly, they will taste fishy and smelly, and you won't be able to eat them.
Thinking of this, Duoshou realized it was an important task and immediately said, "I'm going to Uncle Wei's place."
When Duoshou arrived at Weihanjie's place, he was drawing water from the well.
Wei Hanjie had a slight psychological aversion to this smiling little guy and didn't dare to joke with him: "Why did Duoshou come here?"
When not provoking Duoshou, he is usually quite considerate and doesn't say anything that doubts his cooking skills.
Duo Shou: "You need to prepare a lot of ingredients, so I'll come and help you prepare them."
Wei Hanjie: "Isn't your family making braised meat? That seems like a lot of trouble. Aren't you going over there?" So hurry up and go. I can handle the work here.
Duoshou, unable to hear his true thoughts, replied, "Duolu and the others can handle it; your situation is more important."
There's no need to cut the meat before making braised meat; just wash it and put it directly into the pot, which is much more convenient than hot pot.
Wei Hanjie: "Really? Thank you so much, Duoshou. Go over there and wait for a bit. I'll bring up a few more buckets of water for later use. My well isn't as convenient or safe as yours, so you kids should stay away from it."
Duoshou: "Why didn't you make it a hand pump well like the one in my house?"
Wei Hanjie: "I'd like to too, but unfortunately I don't know how. Who built that well in your house?"
Duoshou: "It should be my uncle."
When the hand pump well was built, Duoshou was only a little over one year old and didn't remember anything, so he didn't know that Yu Rujia had built the hand pump well.
In Duoshou's mind, Gao Shujing could do all kinds of work except for medicine, so he assumed that Gao Shujing was the one who built the hand pump well.
When the Yu family arrived at the Wei family's house with washed vegetables, pig's blood, and some braised meat, the broth in the pot was almost ready.
Doro, acting like a little adult, put his hands behind his back, held his head high, reached the pot, bent down as if to look profound, sniffed the aroma, then stood up again and resumed his proud posture.
Duolu: "Yes, Wei Zhiqing did a good job today. Keep up the good work."
His smug little face makes you want to give him a good whack.
He had just finished when Duoxi, who always kept pace with him, followed suit and did the same thing: "Wei Zhiqing has made progress, keep it up."
Dorje thought his two older brothers were cool, so he put his hands behind his back and struck a strangely profound pose, praising them: "You've improved, keep it up."
Little Duole, who knew nothing, also came over to join in the fun. He put his two chubby little hands behind his back and tried to reach out his chubby fingers, just like his older brothers, to hook the fingers of his other hand.
Unfortunately, his arms were too short, and despite his efforts, he still couldn't reach the fingers.
The little boy simply put his chubby hands behind his back, striking a pose that was both self-assured and incredibly cute: "Wei Zhiqing, not bad, not bad, keep up the good work."
His little antics amused the adults around him.
Yu Rujia picked up the funny three-headed chibi and rubbed his chubby little body against him: "You little rascal, do you even know what your brothers are saying? You're just making a fuss along with them."
Duole felt ticklish from being rubbed and hugged her neck, giggling, "Mom, I know, my brothers said Uncle Wei's pots are good."
He's clever enough to know what his older brothers mean, and the little guy proudly tilted his chin up.
Yu Rujia: "I know you're clever, but your Uncle Wei's cooking skills are not for you little brat to praise. Just wait and eat."
Wei Hanjie's cooking skills are indeed quite good. Perhaps it's because Duoshou has been watching over his cooking that his skills are good. At the very least, the Yu family's children, who have been eating well since childhood, really enjoyed it.
He also brought out some liquor: "This is white liquor I bought in town. Officer Gao, Qingyu, would you like some?"
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