(The serial number of the previous chapter has been passed)
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yan glanced at Qin Ruoshu, who was playing with dough.
"What's wrong, why are you looking at me?"
"Classmate Qin Ruoshu, the fact that you painted my high school uniform has spread among my acquaintances..."
"Huahua school uniform?" Zhou Yan, the old lady on the side, was a little confused, "Is it from high school?"
"Two days ago, Ruoshu watched a movie about Dai country. When they graduate from high school, girls and boys can write words of love on the uniforms of the boys and girls they like..."
Before Zhou Yan could finish speaking, Qin Ruoshu already blushed and lowered her head.
"Oh, Xiao Qin is trying to make up for the regrets he had in high school!" Mrs. Zhou Yan said with a teasing smile on her face, "By the way, who made the call just now?"
"Deng Zhuo, something happened in the company a few days ago..."
As for the specific matter, Zhou Yan didn't say anything, so as to save his parents from worrying.
"By the way, why don't you make more jujube flowers and give some to Deng Zhuo..."
"No," Zhou Yan smiled and shook his head, "In his hometown in the south, people eat rice cakes during the New Year, which is different from us..."
"What about Ruoshu's family? Are there enough jujube flowers, hair cakes, and steamed buns?" The question was asked by Zhou Yan, but Zhou Yan's wife turned her attention to Qin Ruoshu.
"Mom, that's enough." Qin Ruoshu turned around and looked at the steamed steamed cakes that were more than one meter in diameter and nearly one stick thick. There were six or seven of the same style in the next room. "I also steam the noodles myself at home.
I can’t eat much…”
"Shitou, then you can make more jujube steamed buns and make more varieties..." Mrs. Zhou Yan ordered her son, but she was not polite.
"OK……"
Although people always don’t want to admit it, they have to admit the fact: the Spring Festival is celebrated not only for themselves, but also for others.
After a year of busy work, it’s not too much to enjoy it.
Most people are face-conscious creatures and have a mentality of comparing themselves to each other. At the end of the year, they have to show off their harvest for the year. Their wealth should not be exposed. Food and drink have become a battlefield for competition.
Last year, my uncle opened his own restaurant, where he could steam jujube flowers, steamed buns, and steamed cakes. This year, my uncle was recruited and had the task of steaming jujube flowers, steamed buns, and steamed cakes for grandma and grandpa. Naturally, he was fully equipped.
, and it belongs to the wealthy Zhou Yan family.
Zhou Yan’s father and mother don’t like fancy jujube flowers very much, but they have a need to “save face” right now, so they can only bite the bullet.
Fortunately, Zhou Yan's pastry skills are pretty good. Whether it's the traditional jujube steamed bun or the colorful new type of jujube bun, he can make it very well.
Although it is said that those who are able work hard, but the task of kneading the dough also falls on the head, which is really a bit too much...
Just when Zhou Yan was fuming, his father had already taken out a ball of fermented dough from the oversized stainless steel basin and placed it in front of him.
"Son, there is still this piece..."
Starting from the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month, the big kitchen of Zhou Yan's house has been steaming with steaming activities such as evaporating cakes, steaming steamed buns, and jujube steamed buns for three full days.
Naturally, the results were astonishing. With nearly 500 to 600 home-grown bread wheat flour, more than a thousand kilograms of steamed buns, steamed cakes and the like were steamed, filling the storage room of the new house with piles.
After steaming the steamed buns, and there are no large-scale activities, it’s time to clean up.
It's called general cleaning, but because the farm work in the fields has been mechanized, the idle mother can't wait to clean it at home three times a day. The tiles in the kitchen have been polished to a waxing effect, so there is no need to clean them at all.
As for the new house, Zhou Yan added an air purification system when he was designing it. He just needed to "fool" it.
On the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, which is the Little Year, the tradition in the north is dumplings.
Zhou Yan couldn't drink, so he could only choke temporarily and act as a chef, buying a dozen "side dishes" for his uncle and father Zhou who were drinking.
After finishing it, Zhou Yan threw away his apron, kicked off his slippers and climbed onto the kang.
The heat caused by steaming steamed buns for several days has dissipated. My mother, aunt, Qin Ruoshu and cousin Zhou Xiaohui are nesting on the kang to fight against the landlord.
Seeing Zhou Yan coming, Qin Ruoshu threw the cards away.
When Zhou Yan came on stage, Mrs. Zhou Yan threw her cards away: "No more playing! Watch TV!"
The aunt and cousin who were watching were confused, but after playing two games, they quickly threw away the cards.
"It's too bullying..."
The two of them finally understood why Mrs. Zhou Yan surrendered so quickly: If you can remember all the cards, why don't you play der? What's the difference between playing with a clear card?
The flames of war on the kang here have subsided, but the flames of war between the father and the uncle below have just been ignited. As the wine warmed up, the battle became fierce.
Unfortunately, the brothers had just had a few rounds of drinks when neighbors, brothers and nephews from the same family came to visit.
"Uncle Third, are you going to kill a pig during the Chinese New Year this year?"
"Kill!" As he said this, Father Zhou looked back at Zhou Yan, who was pinching his cell phone, "I plan to kill a few more this year!"
"Uncle Third, are you planning to supply unlimited quantities?"
No limit, you think too much!
Zhou Zhenghai rolled his eyes and said, "Kill a few more heads for other purposes!"
"Oh, Third Uncle, how many pigs do you plan to have next year? I think the price of food this year is a bit high, so I won't be able to count on the pork next year..."
"No matter how cheap it is, you still have to maintain it. The equipment that has been installed over the years has not been paid back yet..."
Although Mr. Zhou's wine was not good, he would never reveal anything outrageous to the outside world. Topics such as deep processing of pork were deliberately avoided.
"Brother, are there any good ways to make money here?"
"Me?" Zhou Yan glanced at his uncle Zhou Zhenghe, "If you want to work in construction, just contact your uncle directly. He has connections there..."
"What about those food processing plants?"
"The piece rate is less than 150 a day," Zhou Yan looked at his cousin with a smile. "The construction is 200 a day. Many people can calculate this amount..."
"Too……"
Zhou Yan didn’t mention the five insurances and one housing fund when working in the factory, nor did the other party ask: Migrant workers rarely consider long-term interests, and in their view, even if they can’t work on the construction site in the future, they can still go home.
Farming and paying for pension insurance are just a waste, and it would be better to get them in real time.
On the contrary, some elderly neighbors want to find light and safe jobs for their children.
In this way, working on the assembly line of a food factory is more suitable, ensuring harvests during droughts and floods, and preventing children from causing trouble in society.
After getting the answers they wanted, the neighbors said a few words and left...
"Hey, is the secretary here?"
After the secretary sat down, he looked at Zhou Yan lying on the kang with a smile: "Brother, why don't you come down and have a drink?"
As soon as Zhou Yan saw this posture, he knew that this guy must be in trouble, so he had to put on his slippers, wash his hands, and sit down at the table.
"Third brother, you have to make a deal. I'm preparing for pregnancy. I can't drink. I can only drink tea instead of wine!"
"As for me, I came here with a mission today," Zhou Tong chuckled, "I would like to ask the town whether it is possible to restart the cultural tourism project?"
"Activation is definitely necessary," Zhou Yan rarely said seriously, "It's just that we just sent Zhou Chuanjian's brother-in-law in, and even made his family pay a small 10 million yuan, so the previous drawings will definitely not be usable."
"We understand this!" Zhou Tong sighed secretly: This guy is quite vicious. He would rather delay the project than bring disaster to Zhou Chuanjian's family.
"Third brother, actually," Zhou Yan smiled slightly, "you don't have to worry about the cultural tourism project. Our resort in the back mountain has been approved by the higher authorities. I have basically completed the preparations here and can start construction in the spring..."
"That's really a good thing..." Zhou Tong breathed a sigh of relief, "With this project as a foundation, I can explain it to my superiors."
"As for the cultural tourism project, my wife is taking the lead on this matter. Aren't we preparing for pregnancy? The specific start time of the project may not be determined..."
"The higher-ups should be able to understand this..."