Zhao’s stall is just opposite to Zhong Ziqi’s stall. The delicious taste has won unanimous praise. Those who are rich will spend a few more coins to buy a bowl of tofu nao, and those who have no money will eat deep-fried dough sticks with white porridge. Still very fragrant.
The diners ate well, and the vendors also made a lot of money, and everyone was happy.
Time passed quickly, and autumn came in a blink of an eye, and the temperature was no longer as hot as summer. What you saw when you walked out of the village was a field of wheat yellow, which was no longer as lush as it used to be. It's time for autumn harvest!
Zhong Ziqi's family has the smallest land in the village. When other people are too busy to drink water, Zhong Ziqi does business in the morning and cuts wheat with Zhao Zhengan in the afternoon. This is the first time Zhong Ziqi does such farm work, and she almost can't get out of bed. After only working for half a day, his back hurts and his legs become weak. If he hadn't strongly demanded, Zhao Zhengan wouldn't let him go out.
Zhao Zheng'an had mentioned to him several times that there was little land, so he could just do it and finish it in two days, but Zhong Ziqi just twisted it. His waist and knees were so weak because he didn't get used to it. Besides, one more person could finish the job sooner and be quicker.
In this way, when other people's houses were busy, their house had finished harvesting, and all the millet was dried in his yard, because there was no need to go to the factory yard to compete with them for space.
Zhao Amo has a lot of land, so he has no time to go out to set up a stall, and Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng Zhong Ziqi directly gave them a holiday, let them go home and help the family collect the land, Zhao Zhengan will help him here .
In fact, it was precisely because of the autumn harvest that most of the workers in the town went home to reclaim the land, and the business on the pier dropped a lot. Uncle Song next door sighed and said that the business was too bleak these days.
However, Zhong Ziqi's business is still as good as ever, even if there are not many left. Zhao Zheng'an will come to work. As long as there is any leftover someday, he will send it to the nearby vendors to show his friendship. Zhong Ziqi was stunned for a moment, deeply feeling that Zhao Zhengan is a good communicative person, and he can do everything well without offending anyone. Of course, if he offends him, he might say he doesn't care on the surface and stab you in the back.
Wang Cuihua's family doesn't have time to harass Zhao Zhengan and Zhong Ziqi anymore. The two adults and one half-old child in their family are busy enough. In the past, Zhao Zhengan did a lot of things, and he did the most tiring things. Now that he is gone, the burden falls on Zhao Cheng. Although Zhao Cheng is usually lazy and not talkative, he has a bad temper. He belongs to the kind of bully and fears the hard. When he didn't like what he ate or drank, he lost his temper, and Wang Cuihua and Zhao Zhenghong were so frightened that they didn't dare to say a word. Anyone who dared to refute a sentence would surely fall on him.
On this day, Zhong Ziqi came back from the town and bought two catties of meat—making dumplings. Making dumplings is a troublesome job. As a big man, Zhong Ziqi, no matter how many lives he has lived—he still thinks it is troublesome!
But he likes to eat dumplings, he doesn't pick any taste, as long as they are delicious.
Whether it's dumpling stuffing or cooking, if you don't want to add seasoning, it won't taste good. Zhong Ziqi has his own standards for mixing stuffing. He has also reached the standard after many experiments. After mixing the dumpling stuffing, Zhong Ziqi called Zhao Zhengan together Make dumplings.
"I... don't need it." Zhao Zheng'an looked at Zhong Ziqi, who was about to back off in embarrassment, how could a man know such delicate work as making dumplings.
"You also learn, it's very simple, you can pack faster with me." Zhong Ziqi said. Doing things alone is not as motivated as two people together, and besides, as long as the filling is not exposed when making dumplings, if it is exposed—let him eat it, Zhong Ziqi thought happily.
Zhao Zhengan was helpless, but he sat down obediently, and according to Zhong Ziqi's instructions, picked up the dumpling wrapper and put in an appropriate amount of stuffing.
"Then put the stuffing evenly in the middle, and then pinch it. There must be no gaps, otherwise it will be exposed when it is cooked in the pot."
"Oh." Zhao Zheng'an expressed his understanding, and then exerted force on his hand—it broke.
Zhong Ziqi "..."
"You are too strong, let your strength down a little bit."
Zhao Zhengan calmly picked up another dumpling wrapper and put the stuffing on it. This time he didn't dare to use too much force. He folded the wrapper and pinched it from left to right. After making sure there were no gaps, he put it on the table with satisfaction, and Compared with the small and exquisite dumplings made by Zhong Ziqi, his dumplings are really ugly. They can only lie down on the table and can't stand up.
Zhao Zhengan was a little bit shocked.
"Pfft..." Zhong Ziqi laughed mercilessly: "Hahaha."
Zhao Zhengan looked at him depressedly, and threw the dumpling wrappers on the table: "No more."
"Don't...don't...I won't smile anymore...really." Zhong Ziqi patted her face and tried hard to hold back her smile.
Looking at the man with ruddy face and watery eyes, "Smile again... I'll kiss you if you laugh again." Zhao Zhengan suddenly changed his style of painting and said with the same smirk.
Zhong Ziqi couldn't hold back her smile, the corners of her mouth couldn't bend at all.
Zhao Zheng'an smiled treacherously, and kissed him quickly, the sweet taste was as good as he imagined, he couldn't help but pry open his lips and teeth, stuck his tongue in and hooked the slippery and tender little tongue inside to entangle dance together.
When Zhong Ziqi reacted, he felt waves of lack of oxygen attacking him. He wanted to struggle, but his whole body was weak and his head was dizzy.
When Zhao Zhengan stopped, he didn't know, he only knew that when he came back to his senses, Zhao Zhengan was looking at him tenderly, with his thumb sliding on his lips.
Zhong Ziqi bites reflexively. Then he froze, and quickly spit out the messy fingers in his mouth. Zhong Ziqi covered her mouth with her face flushed, and looked at him accusingly: "You...you...what are you doing? Making dumplings!"
He wasn't prepared at all, but how could he be so skilled? Isn't there no good friend
Zhao Zhengan smacked his mouth, with endless aftertaste: "Make dumplings, keep making dumplings.
"You...you...you" Zhong Ziqi pointed at him angrily.
"I...I...what's the matter with me?" Zhao Zheng'an said with a puzzled look on his face.
"...It's nothing." Zhong Ziqi wanted to say why you kissed me as if nothing happened, but felt that this question was a bit stupid, so I better not ask it.
Zhao Zhengan secretly hooked the corner of his mouth.
Next, Zhao Zhengan's dumplings didn't improve at all, they were still as ugly as before, but Zhong Ziqi just laughed in his heart, but didn't dare to show it on the surface, so as not to cause unnecessary disasters again.
The two of them made the dumplings together, chatted and laughed and finished all the dumplings in a short while, Zhao Zhengan consciously went to boil the hot water, while Zhong Ziqi pounded the garlic cloves, and when the water boiled, Zhong Ziqi slowly put the strange-shaped dumplings into the pot and stirred them.
It can be fished out in ten minutes.
Except for a few dumplings with some water in them, everything else was intact, and Zhao Zhengan avoided the disaster of eating leaky dumplings.
Zhao Zheng'an didn't mind the hotness and hurriedly put one in his mouth, the meat-filled dumpling was so delicious. Zhao Zheng'an gave Zhong Ziqi a thumbs up, and Zhong Ziqi accepted his compliment proudly.
Autumn harvest is the time to experience people's diligence and laziness. Those with quick hands and feet will harvest the land quickly, and those with slow hands will have finished harvesting and they will have a lot left.
Zhao Amo's family belonged to the former, and after collecting them, Zhao Baogen and Zhao Sheng were left to dry at home, and he and Zhao Ning went to the town to set up stalls, which was a considerable amount of income every day, and how much money would be lost if they were delayed for a day.
What's more, I heard from the townspeople that his tofu nao has become one of the top five foods in their town. The number one is naturally Zhong Ziqi's deep-fried dough sticks. Ranked in the top five. The other two are made of spicy lobster and crystal cake. Zhong Ziqi has eaten them, and they are really delicious.
A few days after the autumn harvest, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Zhong Ziqi is not omnipotent and does not know how to make moon cakes. He carefully selected moon cakes of various flavors in the town.
A total of five packages were made, one for Amo Huang's family, one for Amo Zhao's family, one for Zhong's family, one for Wang Cuihua's family, and the last one for the village chief's family. The five families who received the mooncakes were naturally happy, and they were left with a share of mooncake money after getting closer.
On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhong Ziqi cooked a table full of dishes and placed a small jar of wine. It is the peach wine he brewed. He just opened the altar yesterday and filtered it. After Zhao Zhengan tried it, he found it to be quite delicious. After careful tasting, it still has a hint of peach sweetness. The alcohol content is not particularly high, and children and brothers can drink it drink.
"Let's eat." Zhong Ziqi hurriedly greeted Zhao Zhengan to sit down and eat.
He poured two bowls of wine, handed one to Zhao Zhengan, and held the other by himself.
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Zhong Ziqi held up a bowl and said seriously. This is the first Mid-Autumn Festival he has spent here, and he must treat it with caution. Although he is in a different world, he still lives happily.
"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival." After Zhao Zheng'an finished speaking, he touched him and each drank a gulp.
Zhong Ziqi smacked his lips after drinking and thought it was good, poured another full bowl for the two of them, and clinked glasses after two mouthfuls of food.
After that, Zhong Ziqi couldn't remember clearly, he only remembered that he was very happy, he drank a bowl of wine, he felt a little sad, he drank another bowl of wine, and then he lost his memory.
Zhong Ziqi sat on the bed and rubbed his temples angrily, he must be drunk.
Zhao Zhengan also woke up at some point, and looked at him interestingly: "The alcohol is so low, you can get so drunk, it's amazing."
Zhong Ziqi thumped her chest and stomped her feet and even missed the moon viewing, but it seems that this body has a relatively low alcohol tolerance. In his previous life, he had a good capacity for alcohol, at least a bottle of skin will not be poured.
"Did I do anything excessive last night?" Zhong Ziqi looked serious, and he was still very careful about his image.
"Well... nothing excessive."
Just as Zhong Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Zhengan went on to say, "Just hugging me and crying bitterly, wiping all the snot and tears on my body."
Zhong Ziqi's black line, is this really him? Why didn't he have any impression at all: "Is there anything else?"