Up to the generation of old ladies like Old Lady Li.
Down to the children like Xiaobao.
If he continues like this, when he grows up, he will probably win the hearts of countless young girls.
Thinking of this, Li Jinfeng was actually looking forward to what the little fat boy would look like when he grew up.
"After a while, when the weather gets warmer, I will bring it out for you to play with!" said Li Jinfeng.
"Okay... okay!" Xiaobao nodded heavily.
"It seems like it's about time, let's go make dumplings!"
Li Jinfeng was not going back for lunch, and she had already told Zhang Xiulan about this.
For Zhang Xiulan's lunch, she just had to ask Li Dahu or Li Dahe to heat up the food in the pot. Although she had drunk half of the crucian carp soup from yesterday, she had hardly touched the fish.
She will have one meal this morning and one at noon, and when she goes back home in the evening, she will stew soybean pig's trotters for her mother.
Li Jinfeng is an old hand at making dumplings, but she didn't expect that Grandma Zhang's skills were also good.
In just a few seconds, a beautiful Yuanbao dumpling came out and was placed in a colander lined with oil paper. It looked so beautiful.
Li Jinfeng simply divided the work with the old lady. She rolled out the dough while the old lady made dumplings.
Xiaobao was watching from the side and was amazed.
The Zhang family lives a hard life. Xiaobao has grown up so big that the number of dumplings he has eaten can be counted on one hand.
Ever since he was old enough to understand, his family has been eating coarse grains.
At the beginning, there were also dried sweet potatoes, cornmeal, potatoes and the like.
Later, more and more things that made my throat hurt were sorghum rice, wheat bran, and coarse cakes.
You have to force it into your stomach.
Therefore, watching people make dumplings is also a rare life experience for him.
Li Jinfeng and Grandma Zhang spent a full forty minutes making dumplings. After they were all done, Grandma Zhang placed the dumplings near the window in her kitchen.
The weather is cold and the dumplings will freeze after an hour or two.
When you want to eat it, just take it out and cook it in a pot.
We had dumplings for lunch, which Li Jinfeng cooked herself. Usually, she distributed five or six dumplings to each person, five for women and six for men.
But this time, she was "generous" and cooked eight for Xiaobao. Grandma Zhang and herself also had the same number.
In such a cold day, eating dumplings and drinking dumpling soup will make your life more enjoyable.
Especially when there is a brazier nearby.
After lunch, no one wanted to move, so we continued chatting.
Li Jinfeng suddenly asked, "Xiaobao, how are you and Grandma Zhang learning calligraphy?
Years ago, Li Jinfeng wanted to send Xiaobao to the commune primary school.
Originally, children should go to school at the age of seven or eight, but if they don’t go now, it will be too late.
The main reason is that it is still early and nothing has happened yet. She has to at least let Xiaobao enroll in school first. When the school is closed, Xiaobao can be promoted three grades even if he does not attend classes during that period.
"I……"
Xiaobao is very good at learning characters and can learn quite a few characters in a day.
Now he even felt that it was difficult for his grandmother to teach him.
Sister Jinfeng has been away for a long time again.
Zhang Xiaobao didn't know who else he could learn calligraphy from.
"Is there anything you can't tell me?" Li Jinfeng asked.
Zhang Xiaobao hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Sister Jinfeng, can you find another teacher for me? I want... I want to learn more!"
Zhang Xiaobao never thought about going to school because he had a grandmother at home and he also needed to eat, so he had to earn work points in exchange for food.
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