"So, are we still going to the threshing ground?"
Si Tian asked anxiously, her face full of worry.
Zhu Qinghao chuckled to herself. She knew that Si Tian was definitely reluctant to leave and join in the fun, but since she was not afraid of the cold now, she didn't want to spoil her mood.
"Go ahead, why wouldn't we go? Didn't we already promise the brigade leader? It wouldn't be good if we didn't go."
Sweetie, don't you want to go? If you don't want to go, then I'll...
"Yes, yes, I want to go!"
Si Tian didn't even realize that Zhu Qing was teasing her before she hurriedly agreed, without even letting her finish her sentence.
After answering, she realized that Zhu Qinghao might have been teasing her. She was both embarrassed and annoyed, and jumped up and down in anger.
When the two arrived at the threshing ground, fully dressed and protected, they discovered that even the heavy snow couldn't dampen the villagers' enthusiasm for the pork stew.
The threshing ground wasn't a bare dam. During busy seasons like the summer and autumn harvests, the Hongshan Brigade would organize people to cook together.
Moreover, the dried grain needed a temporary storage place before it was handed over to the public and distributed, so there were quite a few houses on the threshing ground.
Tonight's pork stew was made in the canteen at the threshing ground. When Zhu Qinghao and Si Tian arrived, the canteen was already bustling with people, and the team members were chatting and laughing everywhere.
Because of what the brigade leader had said before, Zhu Qinghao had high expectations for Tian Haiying's cooking skills before she arrived. As soon as she arrived, she could tell from the aroma that it lived up to its reputation.
The two of them went over to take a look. There were four large pots in total, filled with all sorts of offal, meat and other things, as well as sauerkraut. The soup was all milky white and looked very tempting.
Tian Haiying turned around and saw the two of them. She then looked at the bowls in their hands and immediately showed her disapproval.
"Hey, didn't your brigade leader tell you to bring bigger bowls? With all this soup and water, how much can your bowl hold?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Qinghao and Si Tian both looked at the bowls in their hands and then at each other's.
This doesn't seem small either.
Before they left, the two of them discussed it and made sure to bring their noodle bowls, which were much bigger than their rice bowls. But as soon as they got close, they were told that the bowls were too small.
Tian Haiying looked at the two of them helplessly, with a hint of disappointment, and pointed to the others.
"Look at other people's houses, and then look at yours, it's like feeding kittens..."
The two looked in the direction she was pointing, and the table was filled with all kinds of bowls, or rather, basins or jars, none of them small.
Compared to the others, the bowl they were holding did indeed look like it was meant to be used to feed kittens.
For a moment, the two of them were at a loss. No, it seemed like no one had told them that a bowl this big was what a big bowl should be.
Just then, Zhao Cheng and Old Man Ma arrived, representing the people from the cowshed. Because the topic had come up, everyone in the kitchen looked at the bowls in their hands.
Fortunately, Zhao Cheng was carrying an enamel basin, which wasn't small.
Old Man Ma seemed to know what everyone was looking at, so he coughed lightly and said with great pride:
"As for this problem, with this old man here, you don't need to worry about it. Take a look, is everyone satisfied?"
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