Ah Zheng stepped forward and replied,
"Master, I found a greenhouse in the yard with all kinds of fresh vegetables grown inside."
"There's a lot of meat in the cellar. I've already sent someone to get it."
It was lunchtime, and he had just asked someone to stew the meat when he heard the news that his master had returned.
The host and the Lin family army both have big appetites, so the food he prepared is definitely not enough.
So just before entering the living room, he arranged for someone to go to the cellar to get some meat, and to go to the greenhouse to pick some more vegetables.
Lin Yiran nodded and looked around, "Move all the tables, chairs and benches into the living room."
"This is the first year we've all spent together, eating together."
Ah Zheng's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth raised, "Yes, Master!"
There are less than a hundred people, and the main hall can easily accommodate them.
Soon, six large tables were moved into the living room by the little soldiers like ants moving house.
Place them around the living room.
Each table can seat 20 people, and 6 tables can easily accommodate all of them.
Lin Yiran looked at the busy and happy children and smiled.
"Lin Changshou, take someone to get all the fireworks from the luggage compartment of the bus and put them in the hallway outside the living room so we can set off the fireworks together tonight."
"Yes!" Lin Changshou responded and waved his hand, "Let's move the fireworks."
The Lin family army all followed Lin Changshou.
Han Song and the other two looked at the busy crowd, pinched their fingers hesitantly, and looked at Lin Yiran with some uneasiness.
"Ancestor, what about us?"
Everyone has something to do, so it seems a bit awkward for the three of them to be sitting idle.
Lin Yiran looked at the three people standing in the main hall and smiled faintly.
"Can you three...cook?"
A Zheng's children are not very good at cooking, especially meat dishes. They just stew them in a pot and eat them after they are cooked.
After all, they had never had the chance to eat meat before. When they were at the death soldier training base, they ate raw meat and lettuce, so they really didn't know how to cook.
The three children looked at each other, and Han Song stepped forward and said, "I can barbecue."
He had lived in Snow City since he was a child. Even the poorest families in Snow City would kill a sheep during the New Year to survive the winter.
He was not favored at home and could only gnaw on the bones left over by his grandparents and uncles, but he was the one who always cooked the roasted lamb.
Cut the mutton into pieces as big as half an egg, marinate them with seasoning, string them into a large bunch, and grill them over charcoal fire.
After the lamb chops and lamb legs are marinated, just put them directly on the wire mesh and grill them.
After so many years, he has gained experience and will definitely not burn it.
"That's right." Lin Yiran nodded with a smile. "Then go to the kitchen and find the things you need for barbecue. When they bring the meat, you will be responsible for leading ten people to learn how to barbecue with you."
With so many people, if Han Song is the only one grilling the meat, he won’t be able to keep up with the food.
Han Song was delighted and said excitedly, "Yes, ancestor."
After saying that, Han Song turned around and ran out.
Xuefeng looked at Hansong's excitement with envy, then turned to look at Lin Yiran.
"Grandfather, I can...can...make hand-rolled noodles!"
Xuefeng bit his lip and took a long time to utter a word.
His mother is the cook in the village who makes the most chewy and delicious hand-rolled noodles. Generally, when an elderly person in a family has a birthday, they will ask his mother to make longevity noodles.
At that time, he always followed his mother to help her. Occasionally, when his mother was tired, he would take over and massage her a few times.
After watching him for so many years, I can see that his hand-rolled noodles are pretty good, but of course they are definitely not as chewy as his mother's.
Because he is small and not strong enough.
Later, after his mother died of overwork, his father married a new wife and sold him.
Lin Yiran looked at the little Xuefeng in amazement, "That's amazing."
"Then go to the kitchen and see if there's any flour. I'll bring ten people with me to learn how to make noodles."
In a freezing cold day, eating a bowl of hot beef noodles is very comfortable.
Chinese New Year is the day after tomorrow. You can make more dumplings, steamed buns, etc. in the next two days and freeze them to eat on Chinese New Year's Day.
"Yes, ancestor." Xuefeng grinned, turned around and ran out.
Bing Mo saw Xue Feng running away and looked at Lin Yiran anxiously.
"I can fry meatballs, melon seeds, peanuts, and even...fried dough balls..."
Bing Mo scratched his head anxiously, "Grandfather, I know a lot, but I just can't remember it all at once."
He was sent to help in the restaurant kitchen when he was very young. He watched the chefs cook every day, and naturally learned the skill after watching so much.
It's just that he hasn't had much chance to practice, but the whole process is still in his mind.
"Wow!" Lin Yiran looked at Bing Mo in shock. "Not bad, and you're a great chef."
"Go to the kitchen and do whatever you want. You can take care of the arrangements for the rest of the people."
"By the way, can you make dumplings, steamed buns, and glutinous rice balls?"
Just when Bing Mo was about to run out excitedly, Lin Yiran asked again.
During Chinese New Year, it is more interesting to gather together to make dumplings and glutinous rice balls.
I don’t really care whether it looks good or not, as long as I can make it.
She could easily buy a lot of these things at the takeaway mall, but that would make it less fun.
Bing Mo grinned and nodded heavily, "Yes, I can make dumpling fillings."
These are foods commonly made in restaurants, and he knows them very well.
"Okay, okay!" Lin Yiran looked at Bing Mo with a smile, "After lunch, you can take someone to prepare the dumpling fillings. We can all make dumplings together in the living room tonight."
"Yes, ancestor!"
Lin Yiran watched Bing Mo running out happily and smiled.
This was her first New Year in ancient times, and also the first New Year for these children after they were reborn. It was indeed worth celebrating.
It seems quite boring for so many people to just make dumplings in the evening without any entertainment.
Lin Yiran thought about it carefully.
It's really hard to arrange an event for nearly a hundred people with quite a big age gap.
The young assassins are mostly around 10 years old, and the Lin family soldiers are mostly around 30 years old. With this age gap, it is difficult for them to play together.
The key is that you can't delay the work at hand. You have to make a lot of dumplings and put them outside to freeze.
Then only the eyes and mouth can be used.
Eyes...what to look at?
Lin Yiran's eyes lit up and she immediately opened the takeaway mall.
After browsing for a while, she placed an order directly for a complete set of home theater equipment and a high-power generator.
When Lin Changshou finished moving the fireworks and returned to the living room, he was dumbfounded.
Lin Yiran was the only one in the living room. All the tables, chairs and benches that were originally placed in the middle of the living room had been moved away.
On the wall in the middle of the living room, there is a huge, smooth object that looks like glass.
Facing that wall was a row of soft, furry things that looked like lounge chairs.
He looked at it carefully and found that the seat looked a bit like the sofa in an extended Lincoln.
But this set of sofas is bigger, longer and softer.
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