Opening his eyes, Zhang Chi sat on the edge of the bed and looked out the window through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, the raindrops were hitting the glass, and the clouds of raindrops made the outside world look blurry.
After looking at the alarm clock on the bedside table, Zhang Chi looked at the sky outside and knew that the rain would not stop at least this morning.
Just as Zhang Chi was thinking about Yu, Melika's lazy voice came to his ears.
"Is it still raining?"
"Well, I'm still here. Did I wake you up?" Zhang Chi reached out and gently stroked his wife's face.
Melika yawned: "No, maybe it was because I slept a little too long yesterday, so I naturally woke up a little earlier today."
As she spoke, Melika lowered her head, grabbed Zhang Chi's hand with her own, kissed the back of Zhang Chi's hand gently, and then held her husband's hand and put it against her face, showing a very rare expression.
Soft female character.
"What do you want to eat? I'll cook it for you," Zhang Chi asked.
Melika said: "No, we estimate that when we go downstairs now, our mother and grandma must have prepared breakfast and are waiting for us to eat it."
After saying that, Melika let go of Zhang Chi's hand, moved to the edge of the bed opposite, and turned over to get out of bed.
After washing up and going downstairs, Zhang Chi found several people sitting on the sofa in the living room, all of them looking dejected and listless, as if they were defeated soldiers coming off the battlefield.
Zhang Chi entered the kitchen and asked curiously: "What's going on?"
"What's wrong?" Miao Guifang didn't understand what her grandson was referring to.
Seeing Zhang Chi pointing at the sofa outside, Miao Guifang couldn't help but smile.
"The older one thinks that it's raining now and he can't go to herd the cows, so he naturally puts on a bitter look. The younger one also feels that it's raining today and the children he knows can't come over to play with him.
It’s like he has lost his soul.”
Zhang Chi couldn't help laughing when he heard the people looking outside, and then said to his grandma: "They stay at home when it rains?"
Miao Guifang snorted: "They stay at home, they don't stay at home. Now they don't have any friends here, and they can't think of anyone's house to go to. If they leave their hometown, they won't start work when it rains.
They have long gone to find people to play poker and watch mahjong. For them, the house is poisonous, so how can they stay there."
It seemed that Miao Guifang had accumulated a lot of anger, and now she just let it out when her grandson asked.
Zhang Chi didn't take it seriously either. His grandma had a lifelong disagreement with his grandpa. It was a matter between the two of them. They had disagreements when they were together, but they couldn't do it without each other. No matter which one left the other for too long, they would become restless.
. This is the feeling of the older generation and the way they get along with each other.
As a grandson, Zhang Chi could just listen to it. At most, he might agree a few times or get involved, but forget it. Then he would really look like Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror - no longer a human being inside or outside.
"What did you eat this morning?" Melika asked Li Xiumei.
Li Xiumei opened the pot and showed it to her daughter-in-law.
"Tofu rolls?" Melika said.
Li Xiumei said: "Do you still know this?"
Melika replied: "Before you came, Zhang Chi would cook some from time to time, but they were mainly fried. By the way, Mom, there is no tofu at home, where did you guys get this tofu?"
"It's not difficult to make it yourself. Yesterday, your grandma and I soaked the beans. We woke up early in the morning and started making tofu. In addition to making tofu rolls, there are about ten kilograms left in the bucket."
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As she spoke, Li Xiumei bent down and pulled a plastic bucket out from under the operating table.
When Melica took a look, she realized that it was really a bucket of tofu, but the tofu looked a little strange to her, so she asked, "Why isn't this tofu white?"
The tofu in the bucket is not as white as the tofu Zhang Chi bought from the Chinese supermarket. These tofu are a bit gray.
Li Xiumei said: "It's not that the tofu is not made well. These tofu are made from natural brine and come out this color. You will know after you eat them that this tofu tastes the best."
Zhang Chi asked at this time: "Mom, when did you get this from my aunt's house?"
I don’t have this kind of marinade at home. If I do, there’s only one possibility that I got it from my aunt’s house.
Li Xiumei said: "Your mother-in-law also keeps it at home. I might as well bring it over when I went to her house last time. Oh, I will give them some pieces of tofu later."
Zhang Chi laughed after hearing this and said: "If I want to give it to you, I should make more. What can I do if I give it all away?"
"Isn't a dozen kilograms enough?" Li Xiumei asked.
Zhang Chi shook his head: "It's not enough. She may have to give it to several families. It only costs a few kilograms and won't last for a few days."
My aunt has a lot of friends in Folsom, some from China and some from the United States. Even if these more than ten kilograms are divided, each family will not be able to get much.
"How about we do more today?" Li Xiumei said.
Zhang Chi replied: "If you plan to give it away, just make a little more. It will cost forty or fifty kilograms anyway. If you don't plan to give it away, don't make it. It's convenient for them to buy tofu over there."
"Forget it, let's do more and send it to your uncle's family tomorrow morning," Li Xiumei thought for a moment before saying.
That’s how we talked about sending tofu.
Li Xiumei stretched out her hand and pressed on the tofu roll. She found that the tofu roll was cooked, so she said to Melika: "Xiaomei, go and inform the gentlemen outside that it's time for dinner."
After hearing this, Melika stood at the door of the kitchen and shouted into the living room: "It's time to eat."
As soon as everyone in the living room heard that they had eaten, they immediately became energetic and gathered around the dining table.
Everyone started working together, and even Xiaoxiao shared the task of setting chopsticks. After a while, the whole family gathered around the dining table.
As soon as Zhang Chi sat down, he asked: "Where are my sister and brother-in-law? They haven't woken up yet, right?"
"You woke up early, do you think everyone is you?" Zhang Youpeng looked at his son and smiled.
"Where's that guy?"
Only then did Zhang Chi remember that he had not seen his brother-in-law and sister since he got up.
Xiaoxiao said at this time: "I went riding horseback early in the morning, and I haven't come back yet. I even forgot to eat."
The little guy spoke like a grown-up, which made Zhang Chi happy.
"Riding horses so early?" Zhang Chi asked.
Li Xiumei said: "Let them do what they do. You will know when you are hungry that you will come back. Let's eat. Come, Xiaomei, try the tofu rolls I made and see how good my skills are."
Zhang Chi said: "Your craftsmanship is definitely good, but this method is a step behind me."
The ones I make are called tofu rolls, and the ones Zhang Chi makes are also called tofu rolls, but they are both tofu rolls, but the methods are different.
The tofu rolls made by Zhang Chi are made from a whole piece of dough rolled out, as well as a whole piece of bread stuffing, rolled up and then mixed with ingredients, and finally fried in oil.
As for the tofu rolls my mother makes, the ingredients under the dough are rolled into small cakes, filled with fillings and rolled up, then steamed in a pot. Once cooked, you can eat them.
It's hard to say which one is delicious. It depends on personal taste. For example, Zhang Chi prefers fried food. Of course, if you don't let him do it, he won't care about it if he just eats it.
"Your cooking is delicious."
Li Xiumei laughed happily and didn't care about her son. Now that she saw Melika happily eating her own food, she felt an indescribable feeling of comfort in her heart. Then she thought about the food in her daughter-in-law's belly.
My little granddaughter, the taste is even more beautiful.
"Then next time you do it, people who only use their mouths will talk a lot," Zhang Youpeng said to his son.
"Then I'll do it when I have time." Zhang Chi smiled.
The family was eating and chatting around the table, and the atmosphere was pretty good.
While everyone was eating, Zhang Juan and Sun Yanping entered the room.
Zhang Chi looked up and was a little dumbfounded by the appearance of the two of them.
"Are you two going to heaven?!"
My sister and brother-in-law are both dressed in ancient costumes. Isn't Hanfu popular now? Zhang Chi thought that wearing Hanfu was only for little girls. Who would have thought that my sister is actually a Hanfu lover.
It’s okay to say that I’m a sister. It’s natural for women to love beauty. In addition, Zhang Juan is pretty tall. Wearing Hanfu can be regarded as a starting point for the promotion of Hanfu.
What kind of fun does your brother-in-law have? Look at him, dressed in Hanfu, he looks exactly like a villain in a movie or TV show. At most, he looks like a libertine who molests women from good families on the road.
"This morning your sister said that we should take photos of a set of Hanfu, so we went and took some photos. You didn't say that the scenery here is particularly stunning..."
In Sun Yanping's hand was a camera, a very high-end one. As for how to judge, Zhang Chi always judged it by the length of the camera lens. The brighter the camera, the more high-end it seemed to him.
Obviously, the lens of my brother-in-law's camera is very long, almost as long as a palm. To Zhang Chi, this is the stance of a color photographer.
"It's a blind light, there's no light, can you do it?" Zhang Chi was a little doubtful of his brother-in-law's photography skills.
Sun Yanping didn't say much, he went directly to his brother-in-law's side, pulled out the stool and sat down.
"What are you doing, waiting for someone to serve you food?"
Zhang Juan said something to her husband.
Sun Yanping immediately went to serve a bowl of porridge with a big smile. He sat down without drinking the porridge and started showing off his photography skills to his brother-in-law.
Originally, Zhang Chi thought that his brother-in-law was just a roadside stall, or at most a roadside shop, but after seeing the things his brother-in-law took, Zhang Chi felt that his brother-in-law was a bit mysterious.
The photography was very good, and judging from Zhang Chi’s level of appreciation, it was quite good.
The first photo is of my sister in Hanfu riding on a horse. The horse is shaking its head. The horse's mouth is open, the horse's head is folded inwards, the neck is twisted, and the pony tail is high-spirited, forming a very charming atmosphere.
A sense of power.
At this time, my sister stood upright on the horse's back, holding the reins with both hands, her face seemed to be thinking about something.
There are snow-capped mountains in the distance, but the main color of the snow-capped mountains at this moment is cold gray, calm and solemn.
The whole photo combines movement and stillness, giving it a special sense of weight.
The following photos are all in this style, with people, horses and nature. Zhang Chi was amazed by each one.
"Brother-in-law, it's okay!" Zhang Chi praised.
Zhang Juan smiled and said: "Except for your brother-in-law, who is not good at work, he is good at everything else."
Everyone couldn't help but become happy when they heard it.