When Yang Donghu opened his eyes drowsily, his mind was still confused and unclear.
They said they were going to cut paper-cuts last night, but at the end they rolled onto the bed for unknown reasons. It seemed that the two of them were having a lot of fun with this and they had been thinking about it for three or five days.
At first, a window paper kissed her cheek, then her mouth. After about five or six, Zhao Luochuan let Yang Donghu try it himself. His hands began to become restless. He would rub Yang Donghu's flat belly, then her thighs, and finally, he would reach under her clothes and touch her soft waist.
Yang Donghu was originally thinking about getting up early to fry New Year's goods. He refused verbally several times but saw that it had no effect, so he half-heartedly gave in and let her touch him softly.
When Zhu Cuilan called for help across the yard the next day, Yang Donghu was still held tightly in Zhao Luochuan's arms, unable to move.
"Hmm." Yang Donghu rubbed his eyes and pushed Zhao Luochuan with his hand: "It's time to get up, my aunt is calling."
As soon as Zhao Luochuan opened his eyes, he saw his husband nestled in his arms, and he didn't want to get up from the bottom of his heart.
The shouting outside the yard had stopped. No matter how much he didn't want to get up, he had to get up. Zhao Luochuan lowered his head and gave Yang Donghu a fierce kiss on the face. Only then did he feel satisfied: "I'll get up first and boil some hot water to wipe your face. You lie down for a while. I'll call you when the water is ready."
Yang Donghu's mouth and nose were covered with the quilt, leaving only his smiling eyes exposed. His voice sounded a little dull: "Okay."
In the summer, Zhao Luochuan took out the honey from the beehive collected from the mountains and put it in a jar. He gave the remaining honeycomb to Zhao Fangchu to chew on.
The wind is strong today and the sun is hiding under the clouds. It feels much colder than yesterday.
Zhao Luochuan scooped a large spoonful of honey and added a few wolfberries dried in autumn, mixed it with hot water, and asked Yang Donghu to drink it to prevent him from catching a cold and feeling unwell.
After drinking a glass of honey water and putting on a jacket and cotton shoes with plenty of cotton, you will never feel cold.
In the yard over there, Zhu Cuilan got up early and boiled the meat she was going to use in boiling water, then rinsed it with warm water and put it in a basin for later use.
There was so much meat to cook that the small pot in the kitchen couldn't hold it all, so a stove was set up in the yard early, which was two times bigger than the pot in the kitchen.
Fires were lit in the kitchen and the yard, and two large pots were bubbling and emitting steam, which looked very lively.
There was a butcher selling meat in the town. A cow from the same village died of old age. After reporting it to the government and completing the necessary formalities, the cow's owner asked the butcher to help sell the cow at the market before the New Year. When the money came out, they would split it between themselves.
Zhao Luochuan had sold game to the butcher several times, so he was considered an old acquaintance of his. Today, he went to him to buy the first portion of pork.
The butcher, seeing an acquaintance, beamed with joy, saying he had some goodies and asking if he wanted to buy some to try. The beef had a slightly muttony smell and was dark red in color. Zhao Luochuan took one look and knew it wasn't ordinary meat.
Fresh beef is hard to come by and is rarely available on weekdays. It was by chance that beef was available for sale during the Lunar New Year. Although the price was higher, Zhu Cuilan still decided to buy some.
Pork is a bit more fishy than beef, so it is not suitable to stew them at the same time. Just leave the beef in the kitchen without cutting it into small pieces. Add onion, ginger and star anise, and put a few pieces of red fermented bean curd. Stew it over high heat for a few hours, and then soak it overnight. The surface of the beef will turn into a date red color.
When guests come to your home, take out a piece and cut it into thin slices, and it will become a main dish. Dip it in the dipping sauce made of vinegar and sesame oil, and it tastes unique.
The main ingredients of the preserved plum and pork with rice noodles that we eat during the Chinese New Year are pork, so the pork needs to be divided into pieces of different sizes, and each piece has a different use.
First blanch the pork in water, then spread red fermented bean curd and homemade fermented beans on it. After spreading them evenly, put the pork skin down in a frying pan and fry until the skin is slightly charred and blistered, then rinse it in ice water.
After the temperature drops, cut it into thin slices, spread it on the bottom of a bowl, and cover it with some previously pickled vegetables. When you want to eat it, take out a bowl and steam it. It will be ready in a short while.
In addition, there are fried vegetarian meatballs, fried fish and so on. There are quite a lot of things to fry.
Zhao Fangchu didn't lie in bed today. He got up early to help his mother pack.
When Yang Donghu and Zhao Luochuan came, he was sitting in the yard shredding radishes.
It looked like today's fire would have to burn for a whole day, and making these things would consume a lot of firewood. Zhao Fangyu had to chop firewood non-stop to barely get enough. Zhao Luochuan took off his coat without saying a word and went to help.
The big stove in the yard was still burning brightly. Zhu Cuilan and Zhao He were busy in the kitchen. Yang Donghu walked into the kitchen and called out "Uncle, Auntie", waiting for her to arrange the work.
Zhu Cuilan was prodding the beef with chopsticks to see if it was done. Hearing this, she looked up and said, "You're just in time. The beef is done. We'll free up the pot so we can fry something new. Do you know how to fry meatballs? I'll mix the dough and we can fry meatballs in two pots at once. Otherwise, we won't be done until dark."
Yang Donghu learned to cook. When no one was taking care of him, he ordered takeout all day long. Later, when his stomach was not good, he started to cook for himself to nourish his stomach.
Frying fish and meatballs is easy as long as you control the heat. Yang Donghu learned how to do it after frying them two or three times, so there is no need for Zhu Cuilan to teach him specifically.
"I can also knead the dough for vegetarian meatballs, so let me do it." Yang Donghu said when he saw Zhu Cuilan was busy.
It would be nice to have help, saving both time and effort. Zhu Cuilan smiled and said, "Really? You're so skillful with your hands. Okay, I'll leave the frying of the meatballs to you and Fang Chu. You can use the big pot outside, and your uncle and I will fry the fish inside, okay?"
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