Oh, how do you hit someone?

In the morning, Qin Shang went to eat the dishes.There is a rule in the barbecue restaurant. Uncle Li, who grills skewers outside, is not open during the holidays.

Uncle Li's family has a son and a daughter. The son has a child. The small family lives happily by itself. The daughter is married to another city. She can only come back to see the old man when she is on vacation.On the day of the winter solstice, Uncle Li's son's family had to go back to the old man's house for dinner. There were not many festivals throughout the year, so Qin Shang naturally didn't dare to occupy the old man and let Uncle Li go home to enjoy family happiness.

The vegetable sellers in the vegetable market knew Qin Shang well. When it was the festival, they knew that it was Qin Shang who was pushing a motorcycle at the gate of the market in the early morning. Those who knew it had the habit of picking out the goods and waiting for someone to pick them up.

Years of habits have been ingrained, Qin Shang must not be the first to open the barbecue restaurant on the winter solstice, Su Chuntao has the key in hand, and as soon as the festival comes, he can't stop running to the restaurant with vegetables and meat.

But this year is a bit different. When he reached the iron gate, Qin Shang remembered that he was holding the key in his mother's hand. The dark purple rubber rope was hanging down in a long string, and the metal keychain of his The key is in the hands of Pei Jiding who he picked up.

The iron door was rolled up, and the main room was empty, with no lights or heating turned on, it was chilly and a bit desolate.The only thing that is warm is the small door in the back kitchen, with a cloth curtain hanging down, and a warm yellow light shining through the cracks, which is bent by the rising heat.

Qin Shang has never encountered this scene before. In his memory, only his father fried fruit, made dumplings, and made oil residue in the store during the New Year and holidays when he was still healthy.He would run to the store after school, and Su Chuntao would tell him to wash his hands, and when he passed the frying pan, his father would pinch something and secretly stuff it into his mouth.

Later, Qin's father was not in good health, and Su Chuntao stopped coming to the store, and spent a few festivals in the hospital.

The steaming heat has a faint smell of ginger, mixed with the sweetness of rock sugar, Qin Shang hasn't smelled this smell for a while.He doesn't like to drink, so Su Chuntao doesn't want to boil it anymore. There is only one person living in this house, so it goes without saying who the ginger soup is for.

Qin Shang opened the curtain and saw Pei Jiding holding a bowl. Beside him was a small casserole, gurgling, rolling Su Chuntao's secret ginger tea. Spicy and sweet overflowed with the heat, covering Pei Jiding completely. strict.

"Brother Qin." Su Chuntao made dumplings with his back on his back, and didn't have time to talk to Qin Shang. Instead, Pei Jiding looked up and saw Qin Shang who was carrying big and small bags, and put down the bowl to pick up things.

Su Chuntao turned around when she heard this sound: "Hey, it's just right that you're here. Come and make dumplings."

Qin Shang put the things away, gave half of them to Pei Jiding, tied up his apron in one hand, washed his hands and shouted at Su Chuntao: "You are just ordering your own son, and you are making ginger soup for others?"

"Come on, do you want to drink that ginger soup? You have been cooking it since you were six years old, how can you drink it with your mouth open?" Su Chuntao put the stuffing on his hand, "Don't bully people every day, little Pei, little you How old are you, let me go."

As Su Chuntao spoke, she began to roll the skin with her hands.

In the early years, Su Chuntao and Qin's father in the barbecue shop were also a pair of peerless partners, not to the outside world, only to the inside.Su Chuntao’s skin rolling is top-notch. Roll the rolling pin with thin ends and thick middle two or three times, and a perfectly round skin will come out. The thick middle and thin sides are most suitable for making meat dumplings.Qin's father is a good hand at making dumplings. When he shakes the spoon and rubs his hands together, a dumpling is formed. The dumpling is small and firm, with a bulging bag protruding from the bottom, which is full of stuffing. It looks like a person.

When it comes to the winter solstice or the Chinese New Year, the two of them will make a few drawers of dumplings, some of which are eaten at home, and some of which are special treats for diners during the festival.This skill was passed on to Qin Shang by Qin's father, and the barbecue restaurant's special offerings continued, but Su Chuntao's dumpling skins were missing.During the winter solstice, he only provided for his own food, and Qin Shang did the rest by himself.

The speed of these two people was astonishing. After a while, half a drawer of dumplings came out. Pei Jiding finished putting away his things, couldn't find anything to do, and couldn't get in. He still hugged ginger soup to warm his body. His cheeks were flushed, and he was warm from the inside out. Yes, dazed by the table.

Qin Shang didn't know that Su Chuntao's ginger soup could be intoxicating, but Pei Jiding, who was stunned, was a bit like a mascot, making people want to tease him, asking: "Can you make dumplings?"

"untested."

"teach you?"

Pei Jiding put down the bowl, eager to try.

Qin Shang threw a dumpling wrapper over, took one in his own hand, and showed Pei Jiding holding the dumpling wrapper in his hands like a bowl: "See, with your hands nestled like this, use a spoon to stuff stuffing into it, and leave a circle around the middle, Squeeze the skin on both sides with both hands, hold the dumpling in the palm of your hand, squeeze it, and it’s done.”

The big dumplings look good, but the skin is thin and the stuffing is big. Pei Jiding has never made dumplings before, and he has never seen anyone make dumplings. This process is so novel.

He held the dumpling wrappers and stuffed them with a spoon, imitating Qin Shang's movements, but the stuffing seemed a bit too much, instead of the lace-like dumplings, a ring of leek meat was squeezed out instead.

"I'm greedy for you." Qin Shang took the dumpling from him, let go of the dough, dug out a lump of filling, and put it back into Pei Jiding's hands, wrapping his hands around Pei Jiding's, "This way, with your palms nestled, Rub your thumbs forward and hold them back, and squeeze."

A not-so-clean dumpling with some stuffing on the sides was lying on Pei Jiding's hand.Qin Shang took the dumpling and threw a piece of skin: "Try?"

"Oh." Pei Jiding's body was covered with the heat from ginger soup, and his body was still sweet. His face was red now, and his hands still had the warmth of Qin Shang's hands. His skin was a bit rough, and he got closer to the surroundings. The air is hot.

This kind of distance contact, apart from those princesses and young masters who gave money to drink with Pei Jiding, it seems that there is really no one else, if it really counts, it can only be Xiang Bai.But Xiang Bai didn't know how to teach him how to make dumplings, Pei Jiding was a little dizzy, it felt so good, like being accepted, like being tolerated, his heart melted instantly.

His mind was buzzing, and he made dumplings like Qin Shang, but with less success, the dough and stuffing in his hands were like a drunkard who had drunk five catties of Moutai, disobedient.The only stuffing that can be seen has only been dug out a little bit, and it can be regarded as wrapped, but it is only a little deflated.

Qin Shang's drawer was already full, and when he came over and saw the masterpiece in front of Pei Jiding, his hand holding the drawer began to shake.

"What are you laughing at, isn't it almost the same!"

Pei Jiding was a little embarrassed. He held the only neat dumpling in front of Qin Shang. Qin Shang put down the drawer and put all the strangely shaped dumplings on it. He said to Pei Jiding, who was very proud of his efforts: "This A few, I asked my mother to find a pot for you, this is our young master Pei's debut work, so it needs special treatment."

Pei Jiding was about to snatch the dumplings. Many of the dumplings were forcibly squeezed by him, and they couldn't stand the boil.

He stretched out his hand to take it, and Qin Shang stretched out his arms to lift up the dumpling. Relying on his height of a few centimeters and his long arms, he walked around Pei Jiding to find Su Chuntao.

Pei Jiding followed all the way to the pot, Qin Shang was showing the dumpling to Su Chuntao, suddenly the embarrassment of having done something bad and being discovered by the head of the family rose to his forehead, and his heart became nervous because of a few ugly dumplings.

Su Chuntao looked at the door and said: "This little Pei made it, it's quite unique. Auntie will cook it for your brother."

As she said so, she changed hands and put those dumplings into the smaller pot next to her, and winked at Pei Jiding.

Qin Shang said "Hey", but he couldn't do anything to his own mother. He dragged Pei Jiding away who was even more embarrassed, and said as he walked, "How did you buy my mother? Both of these elbows are with you."

When Qin Shang said this last time, he wanted to part ways with Pei Jiding. When the words came out this time, Pei Jiding was stunned for a while, and after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't feel anything too dangerous, then he proudly raised his head at Qin Shang : "You don't look cute."

The small face was slanted, like a striding cat, Qin Shang looked at it and wanted to pinch it.

Because of teaching Pei Jiding, many of the skins that Su Chuntao rolled were sticky, so Qin Shang gave Pei Jiding a ball of dough to knead and play with, as long as it becomes a ball.

The dumplings are wrapped here, save half of the drawer for the second pot, and freeze the rest.

Qin Shang directed Pei Jiding to put the dumplings in the freezer and said, "Tang He misses these dumplings every year, and they are hers when they come this afternoon."

Next to the drawer and a half of dumplings are the few bags of quick-frozen dumplings left by Pei Jiding. They have been stored for a long time, but Qin Shang cares about eating and drinking, and the food he cooks is not instant. Into the cold palace, never see the light of day.

Su Chuntao greeted the two of them to eat, and put plates of white dumplings on the table, followed by two bowls of disheveled soup.

This is Pei Jiding's fledgling work.Su Chuntao deliberately boiled it rotten, and added sesame oil, light soy sauce and white pepper to taste, and boiled the leftover stuffing. It looked dark, but it actually tasted pretty good.

These two bowls belong to Pei Jiding and Qin Shang.

They don't look like chubby dumplings, but Pei Jiding feels a bit hot in his mouth after eating them.This winter solstice is a winter solstice that he has never experienced before. He has never heard the saying that if he does not eat dumplings on the winter solstice, his ears will fall out.

Pei Jiding felt that the Pei family had no warmth and no sense of home. How could anyone not like such a warm and harmonious old saying.

In the afternoon, when Su Chuntao came home, she changed to Tang He. Behind the strong aroma of cumin and chili pepper, there was a soft scent with water vapor.

In the early morning, Pei Jiding cleaned up the tables, chairs and benches in the courtyard, and Qin Shang cleaned up the barbecue pit. The cold night in winter was so cold that his nose felt terribly cold when he breathed in.

Qin Shang looked at Pei Jiding who was packing up at the door of the store, and he felt like he had a younger brother in the family, and he was very friendly.Under the lamp, there was only a yellow light in the middle of the courtyard. Pei Jiding turned his back to him, his ears were red, and Qin Shang reached out his hands to cover Pei Jiding's ears in a strange way.

Pei Jiding's body shook for a moment, as if he was stunned.Qin Shang rubbed his ears twice, and let go of his hands: "Show me, did your ears fall off?"

The ears became redder and redder as they rubbed, one side was red and the other was hot. Pei Jiding rubbed his hot ears and said, "With just this little wind, it won't freeze. Do you still believe an old saying? How old are you?"

Qin Shang replied with a smile: "Thirty, I can be your uncle."

"Let's go, do you want to lose face?" Pei Jiding piled up the last chair and drove Qin Shang home.

The familiar sound of motorcycles faded away, and Pei Jiding stood in the yard where the cold wind was raging, wondering why the wind was blowing more and more hot.