Every day Lao Tao would go to the village entrance and take a look at the road. Everyone knew that Lao Dao was waiting for Chang Xing and his wife.
"Old Taoist Priest, would you like to see if Chang Xing and his wife are back?" Zhou Maolin asked.
"No. Wanyi finally went back and stayed for a few more days. Donghai is a good place, but it's a little too far. You have to take a train for several days to go back and forth. It's not easy to go back. It's okay now that you don't have children. In the future
After giving birth to a child, it will be even more difficult to go back." The old Taoist pretended to be nonchalant.
"Old Taoist Master, you are so open-minded. Even I miss this guy Chang Xing. I have a guest at my house today. Do you want to help me accompany the guest?" Zhou Maolin was afraid that the old Taoist would be embarrassed to go to his house for dinner.
"Maolin, don't try your best to make me come to your house for dinner. I can't go there today." The old Taoist is not stupid either. He eats at Zhou Maolin's house many times on weekdays. Naturally, he knows that Zhou Maolin has good intentions.
But I always go to other people's homes to eat, and I always feel that I owe the Zhou family.
"Old Taoist Priest, look at you, aren't you being a stranger? When Chang Xing was at home, I ate a lot of Chang Xing's game. I was never polite to Chang Xing." Zhou Maolin's words were really not a lie.
"Maolin, I feel comfortable eating alone at home. Chang Xing should be home in a few days," said the old Taoist.
"It should be a few days away. I'm afraid I have just set off from the East China Sea at this time. Last time he wrote back and said that he would try to get home before the Lantern Festival." Zhou Maolin said.
"Yeah, yes." The old man stubbornly returned home.
When Chang Xing and Wu Wanyi went out, the house was in order and spotless. After being away for so many days, the house was already a bit messy, with a thick layer of dust covering the tables and stools.
The old Taoist had never tidied up his house in his life. He was alone at home, and everything was a mess. He was thinking that Chang Xing and his wife were coming back, so he wanted to clean up the house, but he accidentally knocked down the bowls and basins. He knew that he was not
I simply didn’t care about cleaning up the housework.
When Lao Mao and Da Hei came back from outside, there was no smell of sparks in the house. It was estimated that it was almost impossible to have a warm meal. Da Hei didn't come back at all, and went directly to other people's houses to eat. Lao Mao
Naturally, the cat and the rhubarb couldn't lose their dignity and went to other people's homes to beg for food. They could only rely on themselves and went to the mountains to live a life of eating hair and drinking blood.
The old cat cried mournfully, that bastard often cheated on me in the future, and now he is no longer at home, why do I still miss him so much? Am I addicted to being cheated by him? No, no, no, Master Meow, I just like to eat the barbecue he made.
.As a noble demon, how can Master Meow eat bloody food like ordinary wild animals? Master Meow, I have to be particular!
Dahuang groaned and walked to the firewood pond and lay down. How long has it been since there was a fire in the stove? Dahuang seemed to think of the days when Chang Xing and his wife were at home. At that time, the stove was bright every day. The red firelight shone from the stove.
Come out and let Rhubarb's whole body warm. Every time Rhubarb looks into the pot with saliva, Wanyi will always take a piece of meat with bones from the bowl and throw it over. Then Rhubarb happily jumps up and catches the meat in the air.
That’s what we call living!
The old Taoist thought, let's make a meal. The old cat and Dahuang must be hungry. He is also a little hungry. There is everything at home. When Chang Xing left, there was a lot of smoked game left at home.
.It was originally enough for Lao Tao to last for a whole winter. Lao Tao was eating at other people's houses every day, so naturally he felt embarrassed, so he brought bacon over every time. Lao Tao slowly gave away all the bacon hanging on the stove.
Years ago, the brigade killed pigs. Chang Xing, as the person in charge of the gardening farm, and the mechanic of the machine factory, and Wu Wanyi, who was also the leader of the machine factory, divided some portions of the meat. More than ten kilograms, the old man put it all in Zhou Mao
The Lin family had smoked bacon. Before the Chinese New Year, Zhou Maolin sent the bacon back.
Although no one cares about the vegetable fields in Fengmei Village, various vegetables are indispensable in the vegetable fields in all seasons. The vegetables grown before Chang Xing left are now full of various fruits. Only experienced people can pick them here.
After a few times, the vegetables I picked were given away directly to others. I haven’t been to the mountains for a few days recently.
The old man brushed the pot, washed several basins of water, and finally cleaned the pot. He put a handful of rice in, looked at it, and felt that it was not enough, so he grabbed another handful, and finally thought about the old cat and rhubarb.
, grabbed a few more, put some water in, and started to make a fire to cook.
The firewood at home was all readily available, but the old Taoist was not very good at making fire, so he filled the stove full, then took a box of matches and lit the firewood in the stove. But the fire was not like the one Chang Xing had at home.
The fire in the stove suddenly burst into flames. Instead, it turned into smoke and filled the house.
"Ahem..."
The old man coughed violently, and the smoke was quite choking.
The old Taoist could only go to the room and find a cattail leaf fan, and then he fanned it fiercely in the stove, finally lighting up the firewood fan.
The old Taoist stuffed a few sticks into the stove and went to prepare the dishes. He cut off a piece of bacon with a knife and washed it in boiling water. There was also a pile of winter bamboo shoots in the room, which Zhang Fangqing dug back from the mountains. The old Taoist prepared
Make a stir-fried winter bamboo shoots with bacon. Bacon and winter bamboo shoots are a perfect match. The bacon gives the winter bamboo shoots greasiness, while the winter bamboo shoots can eliminate the smoke smell on the bacon. The aroma of bamboo shoots and the aroma of bacon complement each other. It is a home-cooked dish suitable for people of all ages in Xianjiqiao
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The old Taoist peeled the bamboo shoots and was about to cut them, when he smelled the smell of burning rice. He found that the fire was burning in the stove and the aroma had already come from the rice pot. He quickly kicked the pot away, opened the iron lid, and found inside
The rice has turned red and yellow.
"Oh, oh, why did you forget it?" The old Taoist regretted endlessly, "I am no longer useful when I am old!"
At this time, a familiar voice came from outside.
"Oops, the rice is burnt. Master must have forgotten it. Wanyi, as soon as we come back, we are going to eat raw rice." Chang Xing said with a smile.
Lao Tao threw down the pot and ran out immediately. Lao Mao and Da Huang moved faster than Lao Tao.
As soon as Chang Xing finished speaking, he saw a black figure and a yellow figure jumping out.
"Old Cat, Dahuang, you two are here to greet me?" Chang Xing said with a smile.
Wanyi shouted loudly into the room: "Master, we are back!"
A smile appeared on the old Taoist's face, and when he walked to the door, he saw Chang Xing smiling at him with large and small bags on his back.
"You brat, didn't you say how many days would it take for you to get home? Why are you back so early?" asked the old Taoist.
"When we come back, the car will drive faster." Chang Xing said with a smile.
"Smelly boy." The old Taoist naturally knew that Chang Xing was joking.
"Chang Xing is worried that Master, you are alone at home and can't even have a hot meal." Wu Wanyi said with a wry smile as soon as she walked into the house and found that everything was messy.
"Humph, he hasn't been home for so long, and I haven't starved to death," the old Taoist said.
"Master, why did you burn the rice? Oops, was the fire too high? The top part is not cooked yet, but the bottom part has been burned into a rice cake." Chang Xing only glanced at the pot and knew what was going on.
"I just like to eat crispy rice. Why, can't it be done?" The old man was so angry that his beard stood up.
Chang Xing entered the house and with a wave of his hand, the dust in the house immediately disappeared. The tables, stools, and all the items were restored to their former glory, and the messy items in the house were returned to their original positions one by one.
The old Taoist was jealous, but it was a pity that he couldn't learn this trick. Chang Xing looked at the pot and said, "Master, do you still want to eat this rice dumpling? If you don't eat it, I will throw it away. We didn't eat many meals along the way.
Warm. Wanyi is hungry."
"Throw it away. I'll eat with you. Wanyi, go sit down and I'll cook for you." The old Taoist said with a smile.
"Master, let me do it with Chang Xing," Wu Wanyi said.
"Then just let that brat do it alone. Come and talk to Master. Are your parents happy when you go back this time?" asked the old Taoist.
The old Taoist laughed heartily: "Of course they are happy when your daughter comes home. How is everything at home?"
"They are all very good. I am also satisfied with Chang Xing. However, my parents are living a tight life now, and they did not bring anything delicious to Master when they came back." Wu Wanyi said.
"I'm quite old, and I haven't tasted anything before. Why do you want your parents to spend money on this? It's not easy to live in the city now," said the old Taoist.
Chang Xing naturally cooks very quickly. He puts the rice into the pot and turns it into fragrant rice with just one trick. The meat and bamboo shoots are rolled a few times in the iron pot, and the fragrance immediately overflows. Old Cat and Rhubarb
He kept following Chang Xing around. After Chang Xing finished cooking, he first gave each of these two guys a piece of bacon.
The old cat was so excited that he burst into tears. After a month or two, he finally had a warm meal.
Rhubarb kept wagging its tail and rubbing its head against Chang Xing.
"Master, Wanyi, I just came back today. Let's just have this one dish for one meal. I'll go get some more dishes and come back in the evening and have a good meal," Chang Xing said.
"I have to have it. I just wronged Wanyi." The old man was a little embarrassed. As soon as the young couple went out, it was really shameful for him to take this life seriously.
The news that Chang Xing and his wife were back spread all over Xianji Bridge at once. The entire Xianji Bridge people came to Chang Xing's house. It was like the return of relatives. The entire Xianji Bridge brigade was celebrating a festival.
Chang Xing took out candy cigarettes from the package and distributed them to the folks who came to his home.
There was no need for Chang Xing to go to the mountains to get food for dinner. Just like the day he went to Donghai, the house was full of all kinds of food. It was enough for Chang Xing's family to eat for several days.
However, the large and small bags of specialties brought back by Chang Xing from the East China Sea were distributed equally.
A few days after returning to Xianji Bridge, Changxing's life returned to normal.
