The next time I followed Zhao Yongsheng, I guessed that this man must be Zhou Mingyuan's wife, as rumored.
Slice the cooked roe deer meat and eat it with garlic sauce; chop the rest and stir-fry it with chili peppers.
That's what they said, but Zhang Wanqing, are we really so capable of just sitting in the car waiting for food? So the eight of them went to wash their hands and came back to help make dumplings.
The bad food and drinks are already laid out, what's the point of talking? Just eat and drink as you please.
Around 7:30, Zhou Qinglan, along with Wang Chunxiu and his son, along with Director Yang Chunming from the Forestry Bureau, Liu Yuying (the main person in charge of this training and the production scheduler of Kaifeng Forest Farm), and several others, left home together.
It should be said that in those days, if you could drive a car, you had to know how to repair it; if you could drive a tractor, you also had to know how to repair it.
Wang Jianshe and Pi'erguo both know how to make dumplings, and we both know how to roll out the dough. Liu Yuying can also roll out the dough, so I had no choice but to make dumplings.
If I had wanted to come back this morning, I could at least have chopped the filling, instead of Liu Yuying, who is pregnant, having to chop meat and vegetables.
"You're all just getting by because of his father-in-law, coming over to freeload." Wang Chunxiu was generally amiable, but she was also mean-spirited and had no sense of humor whatsoever.
In your next life, before Sun Yunpeng dies, your mother will fall ill from excessive grief; she had always been sickly before that.
Perhaps that wasn't the reason I broke down in the first place.
Dumplings are only made during festivals or when distinguished guests come to visit, so the act of making dumplings carries a special meaning.
The moment the mention of deer blood wine was mentioned, all the women in the room widened their eyes. Who knew about that stuff? It was bad stuff.
The more my child grows up, the more he looks like me, and then we discover that our blood types match. Even if Zhou Mingyuan is stupid, he would understand.
“Zhou, that’s true, but if the organization doesn’t have a proper plan, then you’re going to open the Fenglin Forest Farm, which is also for your future career.”
Given the current road conditions, it would take about an hour and a half to reach Songjianghe by bicycle.
When the topic of her child came up, Liu Yuying's face was filled with bitterness.
Pierguo and Wang Jianshe chimed in, and the seven of them remained silent, all focused on Chen Wei.
As a reborn person, Zhang Wanqing has a slight obsession with dumplings, but it's just a type of food.
That was such a coincidence, like a sesame seed falling into the eye of a needle.
In a particular household, the dough for dumplings must be pinched off by hand, making a cracking sound as it's pinched.
Zhang Wanqing was lost in thought when Wang Jianshe nudged me and asked loudly.
If an elderly person outside the family saw Zhang Wanqing's way of wrapping dumplings, they would think he was clumsy and stupid, and that the dumplings he made would all be small-bellied devils.
Just then, Sheng Xiping and her son were carrying food under the table, and Zhang Wanqing quickly went to help.
Subsequently, due to issues with his lifestyle and the work mistakes of Zhu Shao, Zhao Yongsheng was stripped of his position as deputy director and left without any real power.
Thinking back, if Zhou Mingyuan has a son in his next life, he'll be less unhappy. With Liu Yuying's personality, she'll still love her son to the bone.
Zhou Mingyuan's wife later worked at the lumberyard. The man there was quite handsome and sang badly.
That morning, the mother and son were extremely busy.
“Zhang, that wine is a bad thing. He’s getting old, so it’s important that he drinks less.”
"Yes, yes, you all came to drink because you heard that his father-in-law didn't have any bad wine. Hahaha."
After the child was discharged from the hospital, Zhang Wanfeng found a way to bring one of his aunts from his hometown over. Ostensibly, she was there to help take care of the child, but in reality, she was keeping an eye on my wife.
"Secretary Zhao, Director Yang, let them eat quickly. You go and cook some dumplings. The venison and cabbage dumplings we made today are really bad."
They knew what was going on, and the conversation eventually led to Zhou Mingyuan.
So Zhou Qinglan took out two more bottles of baijiu. Liu Yuying poured the kind that was served in eight cups, while the others were first served deer blood wine, and then switched to baijiu before drinking two cups.
Back in his hometown, Zhang Wanqing's grandmother wasn't the kind of person who acted like an old woman.
However, Zhou Mingyuan, who had been lying in ambush some distance from the house, came back out with a knife and killed his wife and child. He also seriously injured Zhao Yongsheng, who tried to run away when he saw that the situation was hopeless.
You know, back then, eating dumplings was a trivial matter.
The rest of the food was served in the west room, where Sheng Xiping led his daughter and son to eat; it was the same.
Unfortunately, the child that came was their own.
Rabbit and pheasant stewed long ago, roe deer meat was also cooked, and venison was chopped into filling for dumplings.
A dumpling should have seven pleats of varying sizes and even spacing, making it delicate and exquisite; that's what makes a dumpling.
This deer blood wine is something that thinks about things; if you drink too little, it might collapse the bed at night! And if it does, you'll get a nosebleed from the heat.
"Cough cough, Dad, we can drink less of this deer blood wine. Two cups per person is already too little."
Zhou Qinglan, who was standing next to her, quickly changed the subject and started discussing other things with Xiaojia.
I know that if I ask rashly, my wife might tell me everything and even turn the tables on me.
He was beaten again by his wife's family, leaving him with a disability in his left leg. He only came here because he knew where he was.
Although deer blood wine is not as effective as deer antler blood wine, it is still wrong. The little guy's eyes lit up when he saw the bottle in Zhou Qinglan's hand.
"Sigh, you've gotten used to having children during the years you were married. It's all about fate. When fate brings you together, children will come naturally."
The way dumplings are wrapped, like in dumpling restaurants, is the proper way to wrap them, no matter how bad it looks, and you'll want to wrap them slowly.
Zhang Wanqing has some saintly thoughts. I just want Zhao Yongsheng to fall from power as soon as possible, so that this venomous snake won't hide in the shadows and harm people.
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