Zhou Yan

"Brother Zhou," Shen Xian's eyes were flushed, and tears fell all over his face in a blink of an eye: "I really like you."

"Don't cry," Zhou Mingchao wiped away the tears on Shen Xian's face, he was also feeling bad, and his heart ached terribly.

Zhou Mingchao sat next to the stone table in the corner, hugged Shen Xian and patted him on the back, the cloth from the corners of their clothes fell down and fell to one place.

"I like you too," Zhou Mingchao coaxed softly, "I've always liked you."

Shen Xian's head was buried in Zhou Mingchao's chest, his eyes were drooping, his eyelashes were a little wet: "The hexagram says..."

"Xianxian," Shen Xian's chin was held by someone, Zhou Mingchao exerted a little force on his hand, and looked down at him: "Trust me, don't believe in divination, okay?"

Shen Xian raised his head, with tears in his eyes again, as if he didn't know how to speak, it took him a long time to find his own voice.

"……it is good"

Just this one word, the voice is very dry.

Although the young man looked good when he cried, with a blush at the end of his eyes, his skin became fairer and his eyes glistened with water, but Zhou Mingchao still couldn't bear to let him be sad.

Wiping the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, Zhou Mingchao's voice was low but gentle: "Xianxian, don't cry."

The winter solstice is as big as a new year. Early in the morning, my wife started to work, stewed the mutton soup pot, and then started making dumplings with noodles.

The copper stove pot was bubbling and bubbling on the stove, and the hot air in the room was full of fragrance.

"The kid has been away for so long, why hasn't he come back, maybe he went somewhere to play!"

The madam rolled out the dough, and the city owner sat down to make dumplings. The thin dough was not as good as a stick or sword, but with a big hand, the city owner could do such a careful job with ease.

"I think it's because you want to go play. Why, you just came out of Liuye Street yesterday, and you want to go again today?"

The madam was doing the work, and when she heard the words, she gave the city lord a supercilious look, and then her hands became heavier, and the dumpling skin was rolled out as thin as a cicada's wings. Those who knew it were dumplings, but those who didn't, thought they were eating spring rolls.

"That's me, that's a social event, I didn't go in either, they took me to the door, and I just turned back."

The city lord did not dare to argue, so he took two dumpling wrappers that were thin as spring pancakes and combined them together, filled a spoon with a large spoonful of meat filling, folded the dumpling wrappers in half, and then pinched the tops around them carefully, making the dumplings with big belly and round waist They were piled round and round on the curtain, and they were already packed a lot.

"What's the matter?" The dumpling skin became thinner, so it naturally grew bigger, and the meat filling also increased. Madam deliberately found trouble: "I'm not convinced, hold back the fire, and make this dumpling so big, why are you telling me?"

Making a big dumpling to throw fire at you, the city lord didn't dare to complain, and aggrievedly removed half of the meat stuffing from his hand.

"Father, mother! We are back!" The cheerful voice of the young man came into the room, the wind chimes under the eaves were tinkling, Shen Xian opened the curtain and walked in, followed by Zhou Mingchao: "It smells so good!"

"Come back! Is it cold outside? Sit down quickly," Madam looked up at the two people and put on a smile: "Put two bowls of soup for Xianer and Mingchao, what are you doing sitting around!"

The city lord put down the dumplings and served the soup.

"Drink more soup. I heard that if you drink mutton soup on the winter solstice day, you won't be cold all year long."

Shen Xian held the bowl to warm his hands, and before he started to drink, he asked curiously, "Who said that?"

"My mother said so."

"... Oh," Shen Xian buried his head down to drink the soup: "Grandma is really amazing."

The wind was blowing outside the house, there was a whistling sound when passing the corner, the sky was blue without a cloud, but the house was very warm, the city lord and his wife were making dumplings, Shen Xian and Zhou Mingchao were sitting around the table drinking soup.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Madam asked Zhou Mingchao what he was up to the past few days. The two of them held the soup bowl in a daze. Brother, he doesn't know.

"I didn't go out, I read a book in the house."

Zhou Mingchao explained that the hand holding the bowl was calm.

"It's a bit cold to go out recently. Remember to ask the servant girl to lay out more mattresses on your bed. I made some clothes for you and Xian'er a few days ago. I will try them on after dinner."

Zhou Mingchao nodded and said yes in a warm voice.

"Mother, let me make dumplings for you," Zhou Mingchao was afraid that Madam would ask again, and he would not lie, and he would not be able to make it through later, Shen Xian went to the side of the city lord, raised his hands, and sat upright: "I want to go first wash your hands?"

"There is water on the shelf!" The city lord drove him to wash his hands.

After Zhou Mingchao finished his soup, he also sat beside his wife and helped him roll out the dough.

He is smart, and his wife taught him a few words, and Zhou Mingchao was able to take a rolling pin and roll it on the chopping board, and the round dumpling wrappers rolled out in his hands looked good.

"I'll try it too."

Shen Xian's hands were itchy, and he leaned over to shake off the water in his hand, and Zhou Mingchao handed him the rolling pin.

"Hold a stick in one hand and take the dough in the other. Don't roll it too thickly. It should be thicker in the middle, and roll it around."

"Oh oh oh."

Shen Xian signaled that he understood, then he held up the rolling pin and sent it forward, then pulled it backwards.

Well, how should I put it, the dough is still the same, but it is square, with holes in some places, and it looks thick in some places.

Several sheets of dough were destroyed in a row, and they could cook a bowl of noodle soup together.

Madam looked at him, and finally couldn't hold it anymore after hesitating to speak many times: "Go make dumplings with your father, I only need Ming Dynasty to help me."

"No," Shen Xian shook his head, holding the rolling pin in his hand stubbornly and refused to let go: "I can do it."

He must roll out a round dumpling wrapper today.

When he raised his head, Madam was stunned: "What's wrong with your eyes? Why are they so red."

"Ah?" Shen Xian blinked, and Zhou Mingchao also raised his head beside him, paused, leaning his elbow on Shen Xian's waist as if absent.

"No, I just rubbed my eyes into the sand when I went out."

"So careless, kneading it out?" Madam approached him and looked closely: "Don't knead next time, be careful that the sand has gone in."

"It came out, brother Zhou helped me blow it out," Shen Xian was afraid that his mother would see the clue, so he ran to sit next to the city lord, "I'll help daddy make dumplings."

"Can you make dumplings?" Sitting on the stool, the city lord originally wanted to look at Shen Xian coldly, but the back of his hand was covered with flour, and he was still holding a dumpling in his hand, which ruined his image a bit: "Be careful to put me Dumplings are ruined."

"What's so difficult about making dumplings!"

Shen Xian immediately picked up a dumpling wrapper, spread it on his hand, and put a big spoonful of meat filling on it, and he also used the back of the spoon to give the meat filling another roundness.

The other hand also came up, and the dumpling wrapper was folded and closed, Shen Xian opened his mouth and said, "Isn't it possible to have a hand?"

Then, Shen Xian, who was able to do it with his hands, watched helplessly as his dumpling overturned, the belly of the dumpling was torn, and the opening on the top was not closed yet, so his hand was sticky.

Shen Xian: "..."

"Mother, the skin of this dumpling is so thin! The skin is torn."

The city lord snorted unfathomably, intending to watch a good show, young man, I think you are trying to die.

"That's a mother's heavy hand." To the city lord's annoyance, the madam smiled softly: "That one is not rolled well, mother will roll a good one for you."

The author has something to say:

The city lord made dumplings, and his wife scolded him: "I have a problem with me, your dumplings are so big!"

Shen Xian was making dumplings, Madam smiled: "It's my mother's fault, this dumpling is too thin."

City Lord: "..."

Talk about what it feels like to have a wife who treats one differently than another.

(Tomorrow will not change Zhou Yan, but will be three feet away from me~)