Chapter 48 Zhizhi, give it a try?
Sang Zhixia couldn't help herself and moved closer to Xu Wenxiu: "Grandma, what does Xu Yu look like when he's drunk? Have you ever seen it?"
Xu Wenxiu struggled to stop laughing, pointed mysteriously in the direction of the west shed, and whispered, "Don't be fooled by his usual seriousness. He's a natural drinker. He can't handle two glasses of fruit wine and gets very drunk. That's why he usually doesn't drink at all."
Get drunk as soon as you drink.
Sang Zhixia raised her eyebrows in surprise, as if she didn't believe it.
Is it possible that Xu Yu, a grown man, has such a poor alcohol tolerance?
Xu Wenxiu coughed and said vaguely, "It's okay that he can't drink much, but once he drinks too much he starts to get stubborn. He doesn't make a fuss, but he refuses to sleep. He won't stop until he gets what he wants. Once he starts making a fuss, no one can stop him. What's more, he's slow to sober up. Two glasses of wine will make him dazed all night, otherwise..."
"Mom, didn't you say you wanted to mend Mingxu's clothes?"
Xu Yu, who had returned from his trip, appeared in time to interrupt her and said calmly, "It's getting late. If we don't make up for the night, it will be too late."
Xu Wenxiu wanted to say that she had fixed it, but when she saw her son's wooden face, she could only try to ignore the curiosity in Sang Zhixia's eyes. She stood up and said cooperatively, "Yes, yes, yes, I would have forgotten if you hadn't told me."
"Xia Xia, I'll take Ming Xu and Jin Xi in first, you guys chat."
The person who knew the truth ran away, and the person involved stood there with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Sang Zhixia turned her back so that he wouldn't see the smile on her face, but then a figure squatted beside her.
Xu Yu stared at her mouth, which was twitching from trying to hold back a laugh, and said cryptically, "Want to know my joke?"
Sang Zhixia couldn't help herself, her voice trembling a little: "How do you know it must be a joke?"
Xu Yu ignored her quibbling and said lightly, "If you want to know, wait until your wine is ready and we have a drink together and we'll find out."
"No need to ask, I'll let you see it live."
This was the first time Sang Zhixia had encountered someone who took the initiative to expose someone's secrets, and she was so happy that her shoulders started shaking.
She smiled with sparkling eyes, turned to look at Xu Yu's dark face and said, "You said that."
"If you get drunk and cause trouble, I'll throw you in a bucket."
Xu Yu's eyebrows raised at the provocation in her words, and he said quietly, "Okay, then you just wait and see."
The joke is over, the glutinous rice steamed in the wine steamer is ready to be taken out of the pot.
Uncle Xu followed the same method, mixing glutinous rice and wine yeast together and sealing the bottle. Sang Zhixia also soaked some soybeans before going to bed.
Her eyelids began to droop as she leaned against the bed. She wrapped herself in the quilt and muffled her voice. "How about I get up tomorrow morning to grind the beans and make you tofu pudding tonight? Do you prefer sweet or spicy tofu pudding?"
Xu Yu said nonchalantly, "Anything is fine. I'm not picky."
He said that but got no response for a long time. He turned around and found that Sang Zhixia had fallen asleep without him noticing.
In the darkness, Xu Yu thought of the only funny thing he did when he was drunk after he came of age. He got up and walked to the bedside, poking Sang Zhixia's face in frustration.
"You're still laughing along with everyone else. Don't you think about who I'm making a fool of myself for..."
"You little heartless one..."
The conscienceless man slept soundly until dawn, and when he woke up he had no idea what kind of condemnation he had suffered while he was sleeping.
The sound of a millstone turning continued to be heard from the yard, and Xu Yu in the house was no longer visible.
Sang Zhixia rubbed his eyes and walked out. This man was indeed grinding beans.
The soybeans that have been soaked overnight are ground in the stone mill and become very fine. The soybean juice with white foam drips from the mouth of the stone mill into the wooden basin.
He didn't know when it started, but most of the soaked beans had already been ground.
After washing up, Sang Zhixia used gauze to filter the ground soy milk, and what came out of the pot was soy milk with a bean aroma.
Xu Yu ground the last bit of beans and started working when he saw the flour scooped into the wooden basin.
He has mastered the skill of kneading dough and no longer needs any guidance.
While he was kneading the dough, Sang Zhixia had already prepared the filling for the buns.
Chop the pork I bought yesterday into puree, dice the bamboo shoots and mushrooms soaked in hot water, add seasonings, mix well and set aside.
The kneaded dough fermented for a while and became softer. Sang Zhixia pinched the dough and said, "The millet porridge should be almost done. Scoop it out and let it dry. And help me put the steamer on to heat it."
She didn't interfere with the work at hand while talking.
The beautiful buns with eighteen pleats took shape in her hands, and soon filled the steamer.
The bun skin is soft and the filling is rich and fragrant, the millet porridge is warm and warms the stomach, and the soy milk with syrup is sweet and delicious. After eating such a home-cooked breakfast, everyone's face is flushed.
"Comfortable."
Uncle Xu said contentedly, "Ever since my niece-in-law took charge of the kitchen, we've been looking forward to each meal more and more."
Although they are not delicacies from land and sea, they are comforting home-cooked meals, so you can work harder!
The old lady was very picky about life, but she could only find a little comfort in Sang Zhixia's cooking skills.
She put down her bowl and said, "We can divide up the work inside and outside. Let her come at mealtime."
There are many people working at home now, and Sang Zhixia is no shortage of people.
Xu Wenxiu thought about it and decided that cooking was better than carrying firewood.
Everyone tacitly agreed that Sang Zhixia didn't have to do anything else. Sang Zhixia was happy to see this and simply took advantage of her free time to concentrate on her needlework.
She must let Xu Yu wear this ugly dress!
After several days, Sang Zhixia's masterpiece, which he had worked overtime all night long, was finally ready.
only……
She looked at Xu with a struggling expression: "Why don't you just wear the one you bought."
Xu Yu was born with handsome looks and was also a qualified clothes hanger.
Coarse linen clothes also look good when worn.
The dress she made was a good fit, but just as she expected, it didn't look very good.
The stitches are not fine and there are visible thread ends and lumps, and the connection between the fabrics is not smooth. Although it is hanging on the hanger, it still feels a bit awkward.
She always felt it was weird.
Sang Zhixia stood up and wanted Xu Yu to change, but Xu Yu stared at a piece of tape on the bed and asked, "What is that?"
"You mean this?"
Sang Zhixia picked it up and said, "I originally wanted to make a headband to practice, but who knew that the small one was okay, but the whole one is not so good."
Xu Yu: "Did you make it for me?"
"Who else?"
The unthinking and straightforwardness in her words made Xu Yu smile silently. He took off the wooden hairpin on his head and turned his back to her and said, "I'm not very good at tying my hair with a headband. Can you help me try?"
Sang Zhixia looked at his long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and the hairband in her palm felt inexplicably hot.
She tugged at her hairband and said uncertainly, "You mean, let me help you comb your hair?"
She herself wouldn't even come.
After getting up every day, I just tie my hair up casually. The best way to cover up the disadvantages is to wear a headscarf.
As the saying goes, one piece of cloth can cover up a hundred ugly hairstyles.
How dare this person believe her?
Xu Yu paid no attention to her hesitation and said with a smile, "You don't need to comb your hair, just tie it up."
He turned his head to look at Sang Zhixia, raised his eyebrows and said, "Zhizhi, try it?"
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