"Okay, I'll drive you there tomorrow, but do you know where the big market is?" Hong Tao didn't object to Old Gale's suggestion. This is a very common daily life in rural China, but for these foreigners
It's still very fresh.
"I made an appointment with Ms. Zhou in the village. She will wait for us in the village and take us with her."
"Hey, Ms. Zhou, the old man is looking for the old lady. Are you really going to go shopping?" Hong Tao immediately became happy when he heard Old Gale's answer. He switched to Chinese and teased the old man. I guess he
The Ms. Zhou mentioned is not young either.
Today's lunch was completed with everyone's participation. When several plates of steaming dumplings were served, Hong Tao felt that his efforts were in vain. Those plates of dumplings were terrible, triangular, long, and spherical.
, grinning, everything, at least a quarter of them were all turned into soup.
Hong Tao can only make fillings and roll out the dough, but can't make dumplings. Wang Jian is a foodie and can't do anything else. The only one in this group who can barely make dumplings is Liu Gang. Even Boss Liu can't do it. Old
Although Gale and the other foreigners didn't know how to make dumplings, they were very enthusiastic, so Hong Tao rolled out the dumplings alone for them to make dumplings.
Their temporary coach was Liu Gang. Under the guidance of this clumsy-tongued boy, everyone worked hard and made more than 200 dumplings, of which less than 50 were eaten.
"Come on, fill up the wine. You have to take two sips to eat dumplings. The more wine you drink, the more delicious the dumplings will be." Boss Liu couldn't make dumplings, but he was very good at persuading people to drink. He filled the cups in front of everyone with gestures and talking.
Wine, even Irene can't escape.
"I made these. I think they are the prettiest in appearance. You can try them." Irene was so generous. She picked out two triangular dumplings from a pile of heterosexual dumplings. She put them into Hong Tao's bowl and looked at them with big eyes.
Watching Hong Tao put the dumpling into his mouth expectantly.
"Well, not only does it look beautiful, it also tastes good. You are the one." Hong Tao didn't even chew much. He took two bites and swallowed it directly. The dumpling she made was all skinned and had no filling. No wonder it was so stylish.
Well, it is strange that the dead noodles can be cooked to pieces, but it should be encouraged.
"I made these. But I think the quantity is a little wrong. Why can't I see a few?" Pawei also picked up a dumpling from the plate.
Wu Dalang is really playing like a night owl, playing tricks on other people! His dumpling is very close to his body shape, with a big belly, and the filling inside is twice that of others. I don’t know how he pinches the dumpling skin.
As for the wrong quantity he mentioned, Hong Tao pointed to the pot where the dumplings were cooked. The rest were floating in the pot, but not in the form of dumplings, but in the form of dough and fillings. They were all cooked to pieces.
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When they were in Canada, Old Gale and Pavey were most interested in Chinese dumplings. Every time Hong Tao invited them to a Chinese restaurant, shredded pork with Beijing sauce and dumplings were must-order dishes. He opened a Chinese restaurant there.
The Chinese are also bad. They have included dumplings from the staple food to the dishes. There are more than ten dumplings on a plate, which is considered as one dish. People with a big appetite like Pawe have never been full after eating dumplings. Today, they are so full.
It's the first time in my life.
A lunch lasted from 12 o'clock to 3 o'clock. In the face of the powerful energy of Chinese liquor, there is basically no difference between foreigners and Chinese people. They all talk more, eat slowly, and talk for 10 minutes before taking a bite.
I don’t know if you have this experience. The slower you eat, the more alcohol you drink. It is probably because part of the alcohol evaporates from the sweat. Anyway, except for one person, everyone was drunk during this meal, and they still had the consciousness to crawl back to the RV to sleep.
There were less than 3 people: Hong Tao, Boss Liu, and Wang Jian. The rest of the people were all carried back one by one by Liu Gang. Only Pavel was left lying on the recliner under the canopy, sleeping soundly. It was not Liu Gang.
If you don't help him, it really can't be done.
Liu Gang, this naughty kid, once again impressed Hong Tao. His drinking capacity is really bottomless. He didn't chat much at the dinner table. He was full in just more than ten minutes, and then he held the wine glass.
He listens to other people chatting on the side, and when he gets to a happy place, he gets silly and happy.
A total of 5 bottles of liquor were consumed during this meal. Irene and Old Gale drank the least, 2 glasses of wine each, almost 4 taels. Everyone else drank about the same, only Liu Gang drank the most. If you don’t pour it for him, he will drink it himself.
He poured it by himself, and then took at most 3 sips, finishing the whole glass. But in the end, he had nothing to do with it. For a man of Harrison's stature, he just picked it up and left. He really deserves to be a man who has just retired from the army.
Hong Tao's consciousness was still clear, but his body was no longer in control. He helped Irene climb back to the second floor, lay down on the bed, and lost consciousness.
It was a very dark sleep. When Hong Tao woke up again, it was already past 8 pm, and it was completely dark outside. It was quiet everywhere, except for the engines of the two RVs that were still running at low speed with a small steady sound.
, in order to provide enough power to drive the air conditioner and electrical appliances in the car.
Erin was still sleeping soundly with her pillow in her arms. Harrison and Gale downstairs were also lying on the bed motionless. Hong Tao walked out of the RV alone, turned on the lights in the camp, and used the light to shush on the grass behind the camp.
Hush. This liquor is really harmful. You can’t feel anything when you drink it. Once you wake up, your head hurts, your throat becomes dry, and your stomach keeps churning.
While fertilizing the grass, Hong Tao raised his head and looked at the sky. There were no stars in the sky, and there was a lot of moisture in the air. As soon as he urinated, Hong Tao could feel something sticky on his skin.
Using the lights in the camp, Hong Tao came to the water's edge and checked the fishing rods on the rod holder. Except for the sea rod that had caught a fish, the other rods were all stable and motionless on the rod holder.
It seems that the nests in the water still haven't flourished. This is not the problem of the nests, but the main reason is the weather.
At this time, a layer of white mist has begun to appear on the water. As the saying goes: the fog is clear in the morning, overcast in the evening, the fog is heavy, and the rain does not stop. In such a sultry weather, not to mention the fish in the water, even the people
Too lazy to move. At this time, the fish, especially the large fish, either run into the deep water to enjoy the cool air, or hide in that corner and do not like to move. Feeding is no longer their main need. They can survive in this sultry heat.
Consuming less oxygen in the weather is the key to their survival.
Of course, there are always exceptions to everything. Many habits of animals are often very similar to those of humans. In fact, this sentence should be reversed. Many habits of humans still have the shadow of animals. For example, humans are the most active in childhood, no matter the weather
No matter how hot or cold it is, it will not affect children's enthusiasm for playing. The same goes for fish. Although the large adult fish are inactive, the small fish are still active. They are equivalent to the most active among fish.
child.
When Hong Tao inspected Pawei's hand rod fishing position, he saw something interesting. Boss Liu's hand rod was gone, and the pole was empty. However, the missing rope tied to the fishing box had entered
After falling into the water, on the water surface more than ten meters away from the fishing position, the hand rod was floating quietly, trembling slightly from time to time.
"Oh, I forgot to tell them. When you are not fishing, take the hook up and don't leave it in the water." Hong Tao reached out to pick up the missing rope and muttered while pulling back the fishing rod.
There is still a fish on the hook, but the effort has been exhausted. This fish is not big, just a little fish weighing more than 1 pound. No matter when it eats the bait, it ends up knocking the fishing rod into the water. Take it with you.
It was swimming with a fishing rod and a loose rope, which obviously exceeded its load capacity. When the flood pulled it towards the shore, only its gills were still opening and closing, and other parts of its body had no strength to move anymore.
After inspecting the fishing rods, Hong Tao returned under the canopy, sprayed some anti-mosquito liquid on his clothes, boiled the kettle, and then lay on the deck chair and lit a cigarette. There were not many mosquitoes by the water, but not one.
None. The number of mosquitoes depends on the quality of the water and the cleanliness of the surrounding environment. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
