Chapter 106 You, a Cold-Hearted Man
Song Xi stood there dumbfounded, pointing at himself in disbelief.
Guan Jingzhuo?
Me?
What’s the difference between this and the scene in Journey to the West where the Nine-Headed Insect ordered his men to get rid of Sun Wukong?
Zhang Hening, do you want to listen to what you are saying?
The next second, Jing Zhuo's voice turned to Zhang Hening: "You caused this trouble yourself, don't make it difficult for your bestie to plead for you. If you want to take her with you to be punished, just try it."
What?
Zhang Hening stared at Jing Zhuo in disbelief.
"You've become close to my best friend, and now you're thinking of punishing her, right? You're such a cold-blooded man. Not only did your family hurt me, but now you're trying to hurt Xibao. Woohoo, the sky is falling."
Jing Zhuo's words shocked everyone.
"Stop being so hypocritical. If you keep crying, I'll ban you from paying next month."
When Zhang Hening heard this, he immediately wiped his face and blinked his big, KISS ME eyes cutely.
"I cried, I was pretending."
Grandma was used to it and started to smooth things over.
"Okay, okay, come inside. We're making rice dumplings at home. They smell delicious and have all kinds of flavors. Grandma will cook some for you at noon."
The group chatted and laughed as they entered the living room.
It's more like a hall than a living room.
Once you enter, you will see the magnificent atmosphere, with marble floor tiles, just like a palace.
There is a set of mahogany sofas in the living room, a row of expensive vases on the shelves, and two famous paintings are suspected to be hanging in the corridor.
Song Xi was shocked by the decoration.
"Don't be surprised, Xibao. My grandfather loves this kind of aesthetic. He likes to show off his wealth and mix and match."
Zhang Hening explained to her happily.
When the old man was young, he was an ascetic and self-disciplined boss who suppressed his emotions for most of his life. When he got older and retired, he had a stroke surgery and suddenly he liked colorful things.
Completely let myself go.
It turns out there is such a story.
Song Xi subconsciously turned around to look at Jing Zhuo.
Won’t it be the same after he retires?
That's still something to look forward to, the contrast is extraordinary.
A pile of clean, dripping rice dumplings leaves lay on the large mahogany coffee table, next to them were several different kinds of millet, red dates, bean paste, and white sugar.
Grandma asked Song Xi cheerfully, "Xiao Xi, what flavor do you like? Grandma will make it for you."
She had asked around before preparing the ingredients, and Jingzhuo said his wife was from the south and loved sweet food, so her grandmother made a bunch of sweet fillings.
There are so many options, there must be something she likes.
"She likes fresh meat and salted egg yolk."
Before Song Xi could speak, Zhang Hening answered immediately.
grandmother:"?"
Are there zongzi with fresh meat filling? And egg yolk?
What kind of dark cuisine is this?
Can I eat this salty rice dumpling?
Don't understand, but respect.
Grandma looked at the table full of sweet glutinous rice, scratched her head, and said to herself:
"I'll think about packing a few for you."
When Song Xi heard this, he immediately stopped the topic.
"No need, grandma. I can eat sweet ones just as well. No need to prepare the ingredients. It's too troublesome!"
Grandma: "That won't do. This is your first time at grandma's house, so of course you have to eat and drink well."
She said to her granddaughter, "He Ning, go out and buy some salted duck eggs. I'll ask Aunt Bai to chop some meat. I'm a good cook and I'll make it right away."
The old man has a straightforward and impetuous personality.
Song Xi couldn't stop them, and the family was busy making rice dumplings.
Zongzi is so common in Suzhou that it is available in almost every breakfast shop all year round, so people don’t eat zongzi specifically during the Dragon Boat Festival.
But it is different in the north. Only during the Dragon Boat Festival every year, every household will pick the freshest rice dumpling leaves, soak them in water, wash them, soak them until soft, wrap them with soft and glutinous millet and red dates, and tie them up with colorful threads.
Small, beautiful, and full of festive atmosphere.
Song Xi had never made rice dumplings or stuffing before, so he just followed along awkwardly.
Even Jing Zhuo sat next to her and tried to wrap two.
Since the man couldn't tie the knot well, she carefully helped him wrap the red rope and tie a beautiful knot.
At lunchtime, the rice dumplings were cooked. Grandma took out two plates and placed them on the dining table, one of which was a plate of rice dumplings with fresh meat and salted egg yolks.
Zhang Hening was holding the rope and was about to pass it to Song Xi, but his grandmother snatched it away.
"Grandma makes this for the first time, so let your grandpa have a taste first. If it tastes good, you can try it. If it doesn't, just pretend I never made it."
Zhang Xinchao was listening with anger.
"Listen to what you said, is it human?"
"Hurry up and try it, the children are waiting to eat it." Grandma stuffed the rice dumplings into his hands.
It was the first time for grandpa to try this salty taste. He was curious and frowned, then peeled off the leaves and took a bite.
"yue!"
What the hell.
It tastes so weird!
"You can't eat it, you can't eat it, it's a terrible dish, throw it away immediately!"
"We must be cooking it wrong. The rice dumplings in the south aren't this bad. Next time, I'll go online and learn. Why are you just figuring it out by yourself?"
Wait until Song Xi washes his hands and comes out of the bathroom.
The salty rice dumplings on the table have been cleared away.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoxi, the rice dumplings are ruined. They can't be eaten. They'll make you mad. Grandma will sign me up for a class next time. You just have to bear with it today and eat something sweet."
Grandma felt a little embarrassed.
Zhang Hening echoed, "Indeed, I have reported eating."
I worked hard to develop new varieties for the whole afternoon, but I didn't get to eat them anyway.
Song Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Grandma, I like sweet food too, really."
She tasted one, her eyes lighting up at the deliciousness: "You made one that's especially fragrant, soft and sticky, with the delicate aroma of zongzi, very delicious."
"As long as you like it." Grandma picked up some food for her and gave Jingzhuo some instructions.
"Niannian, peel another red date flavored one for Xiaoxi and put it on a plate. Let her eat it with a spoon so her hands don't get sticky. I saw people in the south eat it this way online."
Grandma shared with everyone a short video she saw last winter.
The little girls in the south are so cute.
Use a straw to drink yogurt.
The sugarcane should be cut into small pieces.
Use a small fork to eat fruit.
You should also use a small spoon when eating baked sweet potatoes.
This was the first time Jing Zhuo had heard of this custom, and it was quite... cute.
He raised his eyebrows, rolled up his sleeves, and used his slender joints to peel rice dumplings for his wife.
Song Xi was flattered: "Actually, there's no need. I'm not that particular..."
"It's okay, you can keep the customs of your hometown." Jing Zhuo whispered, "The elders at home are very open-minded and tolerant of everything."
Only Zhang Hening understands Song Xi.
She finished half of the rice dumpling in one gulp.
"Chew, chew, chew—no need to go through so much trouble—Xibao has learned to chew it raw at our house—chew, chew, chew—I eat big bone meat sticks with my hands—chew, chew, chew—Grandma, the ones you make are so delicious."
Grandma smoothed her messy bangs lovingly.
"Xibao is learning to chew food raw from you, so you can learn to scoop it out with a little spoon from her. It's so adorable! My granddaughter eats like a little hamster, so cute."
The family is having a lively time.
Song Xi had a warm meal and was in a very good mood.
The light sweetness of the rice dumplings flows through the mouth, spreads to the senses and heart, and spreads throughout the blood.
very nice.
She thought.
She also has such good grandparents.
Thank you He Ning.
Thank you too, Zhang Henian.
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