Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Song Shuangshuang came out of the kitchen after hearing the noise. Her reaction was similar to Song Youlin's. She stared at the pot of pig offal with her eyes almost popping out.

"Why are there so many?" Didn't they say there would only be one or two pairs?

Jiang Changgui smiled innocently and explained it to her again.

Song Shuangshuang was really at a loss for words. She turned back to the kitchen and filled a basin with freshly fried dried fruits for Jiang Changgui to take back.

Jiang Changgui wanted to refuse, but Song Shuangshuang froze him as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Jiang, please don't argue with me. You gave me so much pig offal, but you can't accept a pot of fried dried fruits from me? This is for my sister-in-law. If you don't accept it, my brother and I will send it to your house with drums and gongs."

The burly man was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to refuse, so he could only stand there stupidly.

Song Shuangshuang looked at Jiang Changgui like this and couldn't help but smiled and said

"How can I be polite to you? Take it back to my sister-in-law. It tastes delicious when it's fresh out of the pot."

Jiang Changgui then accepted it and walked back carefully, holding the bucket in one hand and the basin in the other, for fear that the fried fruits just out of the pan would fall into the dirty bucket.

After sending Jiang Changgui out, Song Shuangshuang came to her brother and said

"Thank you for your hard work, both of you. Let's work hard for tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner!"

Then she ran back to the kitchen and hid there, for she was afraid that her brother would force her to wash the intestines.

Although Jiang Changgui had washed the intestines very clean, she was still worried and had to wash them several times. What if something came out of it when she ate it?

It is definitely not possible to wash the pig intestines with cold water. Song Youlin first boiled several pots of water, and then asked He Feiyang to wash them first, and he first blanched the prepared meat and bones in water and stewed them. Otherwise, he would not have time to cook this dish for a while.

After stewing the bones, they rubbed them with vinegar, added some flour, and washed them three times before they were done. They also washed the pig's stomach.

The two of them put the washed pig intestines and stomach aside and went to fetch water to wash their hands.

He Feiyang smelled his hands and asked Song Youlin, "Why do I still smell like shit?"

He washed his hands several times and they were all red.

Song Youlin washed it twice and then stopped. "It's okay, you'll get used to the smell. Maybe you'll look forward to washing more pig intestines in the future."

He could wear gloves and wash slowly at night, but for such a "good thing" he would definitely have to bring his good brother along.

It just stinks for two days, no big deal.

When He Feiyang heard Song Youlin say that he might look forward to washing these things in the future, he was filled with disgust. If Jiang Changgui had not already cleaned them up, he would have refused to touch these things at all.

Song Shuangshuang had finished frying the dried fruits. Seeing that there was still a lot of oil in the pot, she went with Tan Anjing to get a few big radishes and fry some shredded radish meatballs.

If there was someone selling tofu, she would have wanted to make some tofu meatballs and eat them with nothing else in her mouth.

Song Youlin watched his sister and Tan Anjing cut radishes again, and thought to himself that it was a good thing that he was thoughtful enough to stew the bones first, otherwise the dish would not be ready by dark.

Song Shuangshuang also took the time to ask Song Youlin to cut some pig intestines and throw them into the sauerkraut pot.

He Feiyang saw that he couldn't help, so he simply went over to chop firewood. A lot of firewood was used today, and it had not been running out since he came back at noon.

After chopping the firewood, Song Shuangshuang called her into the kitchen and asked her to take the fried food into the house and wrap some of it in oil paper.

In short, these people didn't stop after they came back with the pork.

As it was getting dark and time for dinner, the few people realized that they were so busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner for tomorrow that they had not prepared anything for tonight.

"No, I've been frying food all afternoon and I'm exhausted. Why don't we just make do with this one bite? We can have a good meal tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say. I won't be picky."

Although He Feiyang didn't do any serious work, he was ordered around for the whole afternoon. Who would have thought that Song Shuangshuang would still have time to joke even though she was so tired?

"You're the only one among us who can't cook, and you still want to choose?"

He Feiyang: “…”Okay, he doesn’t have the right to choose.

Song Shuangshuang took out the noodles that she had smuggled out of the supermarket. She really didn't like them, but she couldn't take out the instant noodles. Sometimes when they were too lazy to cook, they would just cook some noodles.

Thinking back to the first time Song Shuangshuang took out the noodles and said to just have a bite to satisfy her, He Feiyang and Tan Anjing didn't know what to say.

Ask Song Shuangshuang if eating noodles is just a way to get by. They are all made of white flour. Not to mention the villagers, even the city people have to spend food coupons to buy them, and they usually don't want to eat them.

When it comes to Song Shuangshuang, this is just a one-shot deal.

Song Shuangshuang opened her mouth but didn't know how to explain. It was Song Youlin who explained for her that instant noodles are quick and convenient to cook.

Now when they heard her say that she was just going to have a bite, He Feiyang and Tan Anjing thought that they would have to eat instant noodles again.

"Should we make some dumplings and send them to Grandpa Jiang and the others? Have you made the noodles?" Song Youlin was cooking noodles when Song Shuangshuang said this while eating fried meatballs.

The others: "..."

Yes, I don't think I've prepared the dough and dumpling stuffing yet. I was just doing a lot of chores and forgot about it.

Song Shuangshuang: “…” was quite helpless.

He clapped his hands, stood up, and began to assign tasks.

"He Feiyang, go to the cellar and get some cabbage first, then wash the vegetables quietly. You chop the meat and I'll knead the dough. Let's make dumplings right after dinner and send them to Grandpa Jiang and the others as soon as possible."

There was another burst of chaos.

After dinner, several people continued to make dumpling fillings. This time, Song Shuangshuang learned her lesson and made a few dumplings and boiled them to taste the saltiness. Only when all four of them said it was okay did they start making dumplings.

By the time they finished wrapping the dumplings, it was already dark. Fortunately, they didn't have to cook today, which saved them some trouble.

They used all their lunch boxes and wrapped a lot of fried food in oil paper. Together with the wine and frozen dumplings, the four of them filled two baskets.

"How about I go up with you? If we have to climb a slope or something, I can lend a hand and help you hold the things first."

As soon as Song Shuangshuang finished speaking, she was rejected by two people.

"Need not."

"Don't."

But he didn't dare let his sister go with them, because then he wouldn't have to do anything else but keep an eye on his sister to make sure she didn't fall.

Song Shuangshuang sighed and said, "Why is there such a big reaction? I won't go, okay? Go quickly and come back early. Don't forget to bring the flashlight."

Really, she was so tired after a day and didn't want to move.

After the two left, Song Shuangshuang and Tan Anjing began to clean up the pots and pans they had used today. Fortunately, her brother and He Feiyang cleaned up the things they had used as soon as they saw them this afternoon, so they didn't save them together for the two of them.

So they only needed to clean up the freshly cleaned rice bowls and the utensils used to make dumplings.

The two of them boiled water, washed dishes and wiped the table. They worked in perfect harmony and finished the job in no time.

The two of them entered the room and fell on the kang, motionless.

"Shuangshuang, I didn't walk or run today, but why do I feel more tired today than when I ran around in the city for a day?" Tan Anjing lay straight on the kang without even taking off his shoes.

The last time she was so tired was during the autumn harvest.

Song Shuangshuang's image was not much better. If she hadn't been concerned about Tan Anjing next to her, she would have been lying on her back, maybe even falling asleep.