In the room, the deaf old lady was eating happily, and the three uncles were sitting there chatting. They were really getting into the mood at the moment and had to wait for Yi Chuanzong to come over.
After waiting for nearly ten minutes, the door over there finally opened.
One hand first reached into the door to open the one on the left, and then Yi Chuanzong showed his head. At this time, he smiled like a child. As the other door opened, everyone saw the grate in his hand.
The grate made of sorghum poles is orange-yellow in color and about 60 centimeters in diameter.
On the grate, there are more than a dozen big, chubby, round steamed buns lying next to each other, which look very cute.
At this time, their bodies were still steaming with heat. Although their color was not as white as later generations, their surfaces were also full of luster. The rich aroma of wheat spread in the room, and everyone had a sweet taste in their mouths.
Yi Chuanzong asked in surprise, "Why haven't you started yet? This dish is almost cold."
The first man glanced at the two of them and said with a smile, "They are waiting for you!"
Yi Chuanzong chuckled lightly and said, "What are you waiting for me to do? You are all elders. You eat first. I have to go out and bring two more dishes."
Then he pulled the unused square chair in front of him, placed the grate on the square chair, stretched out his hand to pick up a big steamed bun, and his fingers immediately dug into it, "Madam, do you want to eat the steamed bun now? Auntie just made it this afternoon.
Steamed, it’s so soft!”
The deaf old lady took one look, and everyone was almost as big as her face. That is to say, Yi Chuanzong's hands were bigger, which made her look smaller. She suddenly exclaimed, "Yo! I can't handle such a big steamed bun."
I can’t eat it! Just give me a small piece."
Yi Chuanzong pursed his lips and smiled, then broke off a quarter and handed it over. The beige steamed buns were very firm, and there were no gaps in the internal tissue. The fragrance became even stronger after breaking it open.
The deaf old lady smiled and said, "It's okay to have so much. If you can't eat it, you can still soak it and eat it tomorrow morning."
Yi Chuanzong raised his head and said, "Don't wait here. I can't bear the three uncles waiting for me. I'll go out and bring those two dishes in."
The third uncle looked at his back and shouted, "That's enough, that's enough, that's almost enough. I can't eat too much."
The old man pursed his lips and smiled, can't you eat?
In fact, they still have a lot of steamed buns, and they haven’t finished the ones they steamed last time. Why is Auntie steaming them again today?
It's because this is the custom of my second brother's family. When I go back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year, my family doesn't make dumplings, but only steams a pot of big steamed buns.
It's called steamed buns, but actually there are only four big steamed buns inside, and the rest are all steamed buns.
A large pot with a diameter of fifty centimeters has two layers. Steaming it once is enough for two meals on New Year's Eve.
After a while, Yi Chuanzong brought two more dishes one after another, spicy stir-fried shredded radish and spinach and egg soup.
The third uncle was so greedy that he almost shed tears, "Lao Yi, I can't stand the way you entertain me. You have to beat two eggs into this spinach soup, right?"
Although the second uncle didn't say anything, his Adam's apple was rising and falling, and he was obviously very greedy. "Lao Yi, I'm spending too much money today."
The first man grinned and said, "This is the first time Chuanzong has come here, otherwise I wouldn't be able to bear it. You don't know, and the old lady should know it too."
The old lady might have been enjoying her meal at the moment, and her ears suddenly started to work better, "Well, he can live a good life as a aunt."
Just as he was talking, Yi Chuanzong and Auntia walked in, with a plate of vinegar-glazed potato shreds in his hand.
The smell of this dish as soon as it was served was so overwhelming that the third uncle almost couldn't hold it back and had to reach out to wipe the corners of his mouth.
The eldest mother came inside and patted the first uncle on the shoulder, "Why are you waiting here and not letting the second uncle and the third uncle eat?"
"This is none of Lao Yi's business." The second uncle hurriedly excused himself, then pointed at the table, turned to Yi Chuanzong and said, "Your uncle said you can eat all the dishes on this table."
"Hey! Is this what you are doing?" Yi Chuanzong immediately laughed. At this time, the elders eat first. Before, the three uncles were waiting for him, and he was still a little flustered.
The uncle immediately said, "No, I'm waiting for the soup to get cold."
"The duck should be stewing on the wood stove. Now that we are all here, it's time to start. From now on, the family will live in this courtyard. He just came from the village. As the elders, the second uncle and the third uncle have a lot of time.
Point him out."
The third uncle immediately smiled and said, "Did Chuanzong go to school in the village?"
Yi Chuanzong shook his head quickly. Are you kidding? He was a fool in his previous life. He knew his words, but could he know his words?
The third uncle straightened up immediately and said, "I have a few small books with pinyin that Jie Di left behind after reading them before. Tomorrow Chuanzong will come to my house to get them. There are still many people.
Be knowledgeable and at least be literate, right?"
Yi Chuanzong immediately said, "Third uncle, thank you! I also feel that studying is very important!"
The second uncle said without showing any signs of weakness, "When you enter the factory, if you have any questions about the work, you can ask me. As the only eighth-level fitter in the factory, Lao Yi is very busy!"
Yi Chuanzong said seriously, "Thank you very much. Two uncles taught me, so I have a good idea. I can't be careless about work!"
"Okay, let's get started. Let's talk and eat. The food is getting cold!" Yi Zhonghai said while holding the wine glass.
"Hey, wait a minute." The second uncle touched the cup, turned around and asked, "The sect is so big, why don't you order some?"
Yi Chuanzong waved his hands quickly. In fact, in his previous life, he often drank some wine at night to relieve his boredom.
But he doesn't even have a job now, so how can he be qualified to drink?
Let’s wait and see when we can support ourselves!
Reaching out for a steamed bun, Yi Chuanzong said, "Second uncle, thank you, but I just have to eat."
After saying that, Yi Chuanzong took a big mouthful of the steamed bun. Suddenly one third of the bun was gone, and his mouth was filled with the aroma of wheat. The soft steamed bun seemed to be massaging his mouth, and he had already eaten it before chewing it a few times.
Sweet.
This gesture directly blocked the first man's words. In fact, he originally wanted to say, 'Senior men, it doesn't matter if you take a sip on this occasion.'
The second uncle was also stunned immediately, "Good guy, one bite of such a big steamed bun is only half of it."
The third uncle couldn't help but choke. For such a big steamed bun, when he was young, he could only eat one, but here he was gone in three bites.
"Come on, come on, don't be stunned, let's walk!"
As Yi Zhonghai greeted him again, the atmosphere at the table became much more lively. Yi Chuanzong was not idle throughout the whole process, with three people each having a steamed bun, constantly putting vegetables on the table.
It’s so cool!
Among them, the vinegar-filled potato shreds with chili peppers are definitely the most appetizing.
After taking a mouthful of steamed buns and then drinking a mouthful of chicken soup, the originally soft steamed buns became even softer.
As for what is the most delicious, it must be pork stewed with cabbage. It is rich in oil and water, and the smell alone is satisfying.
As I ate a mixture of the dishes on the table, the delicious feeling never stopped, and it was always as refreshing as the first bite. At the same time, the amount of steamed buns on the grate continued to decrease.
It was obviously in 1962, but he was able to eat rich dishes comparable to those in his previous life. This was all thanks to his uncle.
After half a month of eating steamed buns, I was not even satisfied with the steamed buns. I didn’t even have to think about vegetables. I dug some green ones from the mountains and sprinkled some salt on them.
The best meal he had in the village was to eat sweet potato seedlings with rotten dregs inserted into them.
Only after losing it did he learn to cherish it. Yi Chuanzong ate this meal very happily, and he looked forward to his future life even more.
Now he just wants to enter the factory as soon as possible and no one can stop him!