Five Hundred and Twentieth Four Chinese New Year Ahead of Schedule

The latest website: "I'm fine with you!" Zhang Fan glanced at Jing Shu. The older the younger sister, the weirder she feels. If we say that Zhang Fan's character has a trace of old-fashioned. Then, Jingshu definitely didn't bring anything.

After all, Jing Shu's fate is much better than Zhang Fan's. When Zhang Fan was born, his family was poor, but Jing Shu was no longer worried about food and clothing when she was born.

When Zhang Fan was just an adult, he was faced with a wave of layoffs. Although Zhang Fan's father's business was half dead in the early years, it was still a shelter from the wind and rain no matter how bad it was.

When this place was lost, the expression of his parents that the sky was falling, and the family was full of emotions. To be honest, Zhang Fan didn't want to have this feeling again in his life.

It is estimated that Zhang Fan's feeling, when he met the post-80s of that era, he definitely had a deep-rooted worry in Zeng Jin's heart that he would never talk about or face.

Therefore, when he went to university, Zhang Fan would rather sell instant noodles than make money. When you go to work, you can save as much as you can. And Jing Shu's life is much better.

When the tide of layoffs came, her brother Zhang Fan was already helping the family. When he was in college, my brother was already at work. Although she was not a wealthy daughter, she didn't suffer much.

Therefore, her character is more likable than Zhang Fan. It can be said that the environment can destroy a person, but it can also make a person. In Zhang Fan's character, there is more of an inexplicable responsibility. Perhaps the elderly can understand it better.

"Hmph!" Jing Shu twisted her nose.

"Come on, I'll help you." Zhang Fan rolled up his sleeves and reached into the detergent basin to get a rag.

"Don't move, don't move this one, last time I heard from Xue Fei's wife that your surgeons have high demands on the sensitivity of your hands.

She never let Xue Fei's hands touch irritating things, I didn't know it before, but now I know it. You don't move, you go to the face! "

Shao Hua stopped Zhang Fan. In the past, Shao Hua didn't know much about the family members of the hospital. After all, Zhang Fan hadn't been in the hospital for long.

But after Zhang Fan became the leader of the hospital, in just half a year, every one of them got to know Shao Hua through various relationships.

Especially those who have a better relationship with Zhang Fan. For example, Xue Fei's wife and Li Hui's biology teacher would make an appointment with Shao Hua if they had nothing to do.

to be honest,

The family members who were able to make an appointment with Shao Hua were all with high emotional intelligence, and they talked about what Shao Hua was interested in. People are really complicated things.

"Ah! I was fed a mouthful of dog food unsuspecting!" Jing Shu looked at her sister-in-law and her brother, and said exaggeratedly.

"Speak well!" Zhang Fan and his mother said to Jing Shu at the same time.

"Civil!" Jing Shu stuck out her tongue, "Sister-in-law, just spoil your husband."

"He is already busy at work. The most important thing is that I don't worry about what he wiped. I have to wipe it again after he finishes it. I might as well wipe it myself!"

Shao Hua disliked Zhang Fan's hygiene, and his father disliked him when he went into the kitchen. Simply set up logistics for everyone and serve tea and water.

Zhang Fan's parents were not too partial, but it was obvious that Zhang Fan was his mother's darling. She never said anything wrong with her eldest son, and even when she spoke, she was quite gentle or in a consulting tone.

It was as if what my son said was right.

But for Jingshu, it's different. When meeting her daughter, the old lady speaks with steel accents. Even if Jingshu was better than Zhang Fan in the college entrance examination back then, it still can't change her mother's opinion that her son studies better.

Zhang Fan's father was different. In the past, he could start talking with Zhang Fan in three words. When Zhang Fan was not at work, he often quarreled with his father.

After going to work, Zhang Fan flinched. I didn't quarrel with Lao Tzu anymore.

But the old man treated his daughter as if he had just changed someone else. When Zhang Fan called out to Dad, his father raised his eyelids when he was in a good mood.

And Jingshu shouted, said something unpleasant, the old man was like an old dog sprinkled with flowers, he came up to him with a babble and wagged his tail, fearing that he would be slow to wait.

So, people’s minds are biased, and there’s really nothing wrong with it.

The family is in full swing preparing for the New Year's dinner. The heavy snow is slowly falling, and there is more and more a New Year's atmosphere. The heavy snow all over the sky made the whole world a lot quieter, but the lights in the house showed the warmth of the house.

The Spring Festival in the south is often full of flowers and willows. Many southerners go to the flower market, but Zhang Fan, who is from the Northwest, always feels that there is no snow during the New Year, as if tofu is sweet. It is not impossible to eat, but it is uncomfortable. .

And the Spring Festival with tea, it makes people feel that this is the Chinese New Year, and this is the feeling of the tranquility of all things.

Because of the weather, during the Chinese New Year in Northwest China, a lot of ingredients are often prepared. Although the supermarket is open every day, but there are elderly people in the family, they will always prepare a bunch of ingredients, as if they are always on the lookout for something.

Zhang Fan's family is extremely lively this year.

Zhang Fan's mother and father were frying pasta. After all, they are from the Northwest, so they are better at pasta.

Oil fruit is a kind of characteristic pasta snack in Northwest China. Zhang Fan especially likes to eat when he smiles, but the conditions were not good back then, and he couldn't open up to eat even during the Chinese New Year. But now, I can eat it openly, and I always feel that I can't taste the taste of the past.

In the northwest, especially in the surrounding countryside near Lanshi, if a housewife can't cook pasta, her status at home will not be high anyway.

Oil fruit, pay attention to one that looks golden, and tastes crisp and dry. After Zhang Fan poured tea for everyone, he stood behind his mother and quietly watched the old lady make pasta.

Beat a few eggs into the flour, and the most important thing is to put a certain amount of refined oil into the flour. Zhang Fan doesn't know how other people cook fried pasta.

But for this one at home, Zhang Fan's mother secretly told Zhang Fan that whether it is crispy or not depends on the large oil mixed in the flour.

When the flour was turned into dough, it was slowly rolled into a five-centimeter wide and twenty-centimeter long bread in Mrs. Zhang Fan's nimble hands.

Then, mix the filling with honey and brown sugar flour. Brown sugar is for coloring and flour is for thickening.

A layer of pancake, a layer of scarlet filling, and then another layer of pancake.

The noodle cake has been kneaded so that it feels oily and slippery. The three-layer structure is lightly stacked together, and then quickly cut into small noodles that are as wide as a pair of chopsticks.

Then, gently twist in one direction, just like a screw with three lines twisted together.

Finally, blow it up. When Northwesterners make fried pasta, they often put a little animal fat in the vegetable oil, which will lower the temperature of the oil, so that the surface of the pasta will not be burnt and the inside will not be cooked.

When the white noodles entered the golden oil like fish, they entered the oil pan one by one, and then the smoke in the oil suddenly released slowly with a wheat aroma.

Immediately afterwards, the white oily fruit began to color, from light yellow to golden yellow.

Zhang Fan's mother puts the nuts, Zhang Fan's father is in charge of frying, and the two work together.

"Taste it quickly!" Zhang Fan's father's first batch of oily fruits were already out of the pan, Zhang Fan's wife wiped her hands on her apron, quickly picked one up, and brought it to Zhang Fan's mouth.

"Try it to see if it's sweet or not, and whether it's crispy or not. This year, I put not only eggs in it, but also milk. Open your mouth, you kid."

Seeing that Zhang Fan didn't open his mouth, the old lady was a little annoyed.

I don't know why, maybe I saw the white hair that appeared between the temples of the old lady at some point, or the crow's feet around the corners of the eyes.

An inexplicable feeling of wanting to cry in Zhang Fan's heart.

"Crisp, sweet!" Zhang Fan nodded his head lightly, as if his mother would feel his emotions, Zhang Fan chewed quickly.

"Hehe, then eat more."

...

Zhang Fan's parents are in charge of pasta, while Zhang Fan's father-in-law and mother-in-law are in charge of meat.

Especially the old man's sweet and sour fish. To be honest, ordinary restaurants really can't make his skill.

Every household in the heavy snow is preparing for the New Year, only the snowflakes are floating, but it is extraordinarily peaceful and peaceful.

Because Zhang Fan had to lead the general duty on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, the family celebrated the New Year earlier.

The two old men wanted to drink a little. Although Zhang Fan didn't drink alcohol, there was still a lot of good wine at home.

Especially after becoming friends with the owner of the Bird City Winery, this guy gave Zhang Fan some good wine.

There are red and white.

The two old men drank baijiu, and Shao Hua deliberately found a bottle of tea in Laojiao. This wine was specifically told to be drunk by others. The owner of the winery in Bird City said that this kind of wine is not available in the market.

Anyway, Zhang Fan didn't drink and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Well, in the past two years, I have drank a lot of good wine with Zhang Fan. I have been in Chasu all my life, and I really didn't know that Laojiao is so delicious."

Zhang Fan's father-in-law looked at his son-in-law with a smile.

"Isn't this what it should be? He doesn't respect you, but who does he respect. If you want me to say, it's his fate. He met you and Hua Zi.

Look at him, he is just like the rich man now, he doesn't do any work when he goes home! "

"Okay, it's a big festival, so much food and drink, you can't stop your mouth. Hua Zi, come and taste." Zhang Fan's mother was not happy.

"Haha, everything is fine, everything is fine!" the old man was happy.

The mother-in-law is also happy.

Jingshu and the girls drank red wine, while Zhang Fan drank Tieguanyin.

"I don't have any requirements this year, but you should have children."

...

After dinner, Jingshu Shaohua and the others sat together playing mahjong.

Zhang Fan didn't participate too much, but sat on the side and helped to read the cards.

To be honest, in Zhang Fan's eyes, even if he hasn't played poker for many years, their skills are worth mentioning.

"Why am I married? It's all your fault, messing around!" Shao Hua pouted.

Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing.

The next day, Shao Hua drove Jing Shu in a pickup truck, and the two old men drove their own Santana directly back to the farm.