Qiu Yi took a dumpling wrapper and put it in his hand, picked up the stuffing with his chopsticks, and pinched it twice skillfully. For about two or three seconds, a chubby dumpling was placed on the table.
"Change," Qiu Yi said, and picked up another piece of skin. After the same two or three seconds, another dumpling was placed on the table, "Change!"
Wan Fei held Zhang Pi'er in his hand and stared blankly without even caring about making dumplings. Bian Nan kept staring at Qiu Yi's hand. Qiu Yi's fingers were quite long, and the action of making dumplings was quite beautiful. He watched for a long time. Just said: "Have you ever sold dumplings?"
"Well, in fact, just pinch it. I do it for aesthetics," Qiu Yi responded, and gently threw the dumplings wrapped in his hand on the table, "Change!"
"Don't change..." Bian Nan always felt that Qiu Yi was quite mature, and he was usually a little serious to everyone. When Qiu Yan was taught a lesson, he was nervous along with him. Now that the situation has changed, he suddenly felt that Qiu Yi was nothing more than that. He was quite naive, and he neatly stacked the dumplings one by one, "Have you really sold dumplings?"
"When you went out from my house, did you see a Dongbei stuffed dumpling in the small street?" Qiu Yi continued to make dumplings quickly.
"I saw it," Wan Fei said, continuing to make dumplings, "Is it the one on the street?"
"Well," Qiu Yi nodded, "I used to work there, making dumplings."
"You really are..." Bian Nan didn't know what to say, he lowered his head and made dumplings clumsily, "Awesome."
With Qiu Yi's speed, the dumpling wrappers were quickly gone, and Qiu Yi then rolled out the remaining ingredients, and when several people finished wrapping the dumplings, there was still some stuffing left.
Qiu Yi asked Bian Nan to go to the kitchen to get some gorgon powder, mixed it into the stuffing, and made a few meatballs.
"Okay, let's go get the dumplings," Qiu Yi clapped his hands, "I'll make the soup later."
"The water is boiling!" Qiu Yan kept guarding in the kitchen to boil the water. As soon as the water boiled, he ran to the yard excitedly and shouted.
"Here we come!" Bian Nan jumped up, took off the tabletop, and carried it into the kitchen.
Cooking dumplings is relatively easy. Bian Nan had checked how to cook dumplings before, and after saving half of the dumplings for breakfast, he cooked all of today's dumplings. It seemed a bit too much, and he felt like he couldn't finish it.
"My brother said to give some to grandparents." Qiu Yan stood aside and said.
"Okay," Bian Nan filled out two bowls of dumplings, "I'll take them, and you lead the way."
Qiu Yan led him across the yard to the old man and old lady's house, Wan Fei and Qiu Yi sat face to face under the grape arbor, facing a table shelf without a tabletop.
"That..." Wan Fei glanced at Bian Nan, started talking and then stopped.
He looked embarrassed, probably because he wanted to take advantage of no one to apologize to Qiu Yi, Bian Nanchong grinned at him and walked away with the dumplings.
Wan Fei really went all out for Xu Rui. He has a thick skin, but he is very thin-skinned when it comes to bowing his head and subduing others.
Bian Nan clicked his tongue lightly, feeling a little emotional.
For love! Aww!
He really can't imagine it. Whenever he thinks of love, he will uncontrollably think of his parents, and the helpless Aunt Lin.
And I am a superfluous product under the so-called "true love" and "awow love", the person who bears the original sin because of bullshit true love.
"Grandma!" Qiu Yan turned around and took the bowl from Bian Nan's hand, and carried it into the neighbor's house.
Bian Nan withdrew his messy thoughts, and accompanied Qiu Yan to deliver all the dumplings.
Wan Fei has already set up the table and put away the dumplings, it seems that the apology is over.
"Go ask Dad to get up." Qiu Yi patted Qiu Yan, stood up, pulled a chair and sat down.
"Let me help you." Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yan pushing the wheelchair, and wanted to go in after him.
"No need," Qiu Yi gave him a hand, "He can do it, he is usually himself."
Qiu Yi was originally pulling on his arm, but when Bian Nan raised his hand, Qiu Yi pulled it on his arm.
Bian Nan was stunned for a moment, this action felt as stupid as a kindergarten kid holding hands with good friends, probably Qiu Yi felt the same way, they shook hands at the same time.
"Do you want a foothold?" Bian Nan hooked a stool and kicked it under the table.
"En." Qiu Yi glanced down.
"Shadow Foot in Foshan!" Bian Nan yelled, kicking Qiu Yi's leg as if, and then put his leg on the stool with the tip of his shoe against the plaster cast.
Wan Fei had heard before that Qiu Yi's father could not walk, but he was still a little surprised when he saw Qiu Yi's father coming out of the house in a wheelchair, so he stood up and bowed quickly: "Hello, uncle, my name is Wan Fei, and I'm Daddy." ... Bian... Da Huzi's classmate."
"Sit down, sit down, why are you so polite," Qiu's father said with a smile, "You have been busy for a long time, eat quickly!"
"Brother Wan Fei chopped all the stuffing!" Qiu Yan put dumplings one by one into Qiu's father's bowl, "This flat one was made by him, and the one with only two pleats was made by Dahuzi..."
"Mine has more than two pleats." Bian Nan took a bite out of a dumpling dipped in vinegar, "Hey! It's comfortable."
Making dumplings is quite a distant thing for Bian Nan. He didn't think that dumplings were different from other dishes before, but now that he thinks about it, it's probably because he has never had the experience of making dumplings together. experience.
Eating dumplings is incidental, and the process of making dumplings is the fun.
Of course, it also depends on who is making dumplings with. If you want him to make dumplings with Bian Hao and Bian Xinyu at home, it will be torture, and it has to be torture.
"Have a drink?" Papa Qiu suddenly said to Bian Nan, "There is beer in the refrigerator, how about a drink?"
"Okay!" Wan Fei immediately responded positively, "The more you drink the dumplings, the more you drink!"
"Let me chat with you," Bian Nan stood up and was about to enter the house to get a beer, "I'll just take one bottle..."
"There's Coke in the fridge," Qiu Yi said, "Er Bao should drink it too."
"I'll get it, I'll get it!" Qiu Yan jumped up and ran into the house as soon as he heard this, and shouted again, "How many bottles of beer?"
"One bottle per person, take it after you finish drinking." Qiu Yi said.
"Oh!" Qiu Yan took a Coke from the refrigerator and hugged it, stuck his head out and counted the people at the table, "One, two..."
"Three," Bian Nan pointed out three fingers to him, "take three bottles first."
"Four people." Qiu Yan turned his head and continued to count.
"Your brother can't drink," Bian Nan turned his head and bared his teeth at Qiu Yi, and said with a smile, "That's right, drinking alcohol will affect recovery after a bone fracture."
Qiu Yi glanced at him: "Drinking a bottle shouldn't..."
"No." Qiu Yan ended the discussion very seriously, turned around and took three bottles of beer out and put them on the table, "I'll give you a glass of Coke."
In fact, the people at this table can really drink only one bottle of Wan Fei and Bian Nan. Qiu's father is not in good health, and he drinks beer like liquor.
Although the wine is just a drink, the dumplings are eaten with laughter and atmosphere, which makes people feel relaxed.
Early summer nights, alleys, courtyards, warm yellow lights under the grape trellises, mosquitoes that take a bite on their legs from time to time, dumplings, beer, Er Bao who talks non-stop, doesn’t talk much but just keeps laughing on the sidelines Papa Qiu, Wan Fei who is full of pride when he drinks, and... Qiu Yi who already looks quite pleasing to the eye.
Bian Nan leaned on the bamboo chair and took a sip from the beer bottle, quite at ease.
After drinking and eating, Bian Nan walked around the kitchen and found that there were still dumplings left: "We can't fight well either!"
"I'm full!" Wan Fei yelled, pushing his stomach.
Bian Nan rubbed his stomach, and when he walked out of the kitchen, his feet wobbled: "If I hadn't been drinking, I could have eaten another twenty."
"Are you drunk?" Wan Fei looked at him happily for a long time, then turned to Qiu Yi, "Dude, let's have a good drink when your legs are healed. You can drink as soon as you see it. The fighting nation must be able to drink." drink."
"En." Qiu Yi nodded, he shared a big bottle of Coke with Qiu Yan, and now his stomach is full of anger.
"What I'm drinking is not wine!" Bian Nan came over and pointed at Wan Fei, "Say, what is it!"
"Brother Nan, can we not be ashamed? A bottle of beer makes you crazy..." Wan Fei looked at his phone, "It's getting late, hurry up and help pack up and go back to school."
"Okay." Bian Nan piled up the bowls on the table and took them towards the sink. When he turned around, he threw down a chair without helping him.
"Big Huzi can't drink." Qiu's father looked at Bian Nan and smiled, "Don't do it, go back to school and rest, and let Erbao clean up."
"Well," Qiu Yan immediately began to clear the plates on the table, "I didn't drink."
"Uncle, don't worry about me. I'm fine." Although Wan Fei is not working at home, at least he is still refreshed. He put away the bowls and chopsticks, took them to the sink, pushed Bian Nan away, and squatted down to wash bowl.
Wan Fei's dishwashing skills were about the same as Qiu Yan's. He wasted water, and after washing a few dishes, he took them to the kitchen and put them away. Over there, Qiu Yan had already pushed Qiu's father back to the house to take the medicine, and was about to take a bath with his clothes.
"Big Huzi," as soon as he saw Bian Nan coming out of the kitchen, Qiu Yan immediately ran over to him, "Are you going back to school?"
"Yeah," Bian Nan nodded, and with this nod, his eyes flickered a little, "I'll come over tomorrow, I can come earlier, we have an exam tomorrow afternoon, and we don't need to practice after the exam."
"Oh..." Qiu Yan stretched his voice, but didn't move next to him.
"Go take a shower, don't dawdle." Bian Nan pushed him.
"Okay," Qiu Yan walked into the bathroom next to the kitchen with his clothes in his arms, and retreated as soon as he entered, "Big Huzi."
"Huh?" Bian Nan turned to look at him, feeling dizzy again.
"Let's go to the bathhouse tomorrow." Qiu Yan said.
"...Okay, wash yours quickly, why are you so wordy." Bian Nan said with a smile.
Qiu Yan closed the door and took a shower, Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yi: "Let's go, if there is anything else I need to help, tell me now, what about going to the toilet and going to bed to get things."
"No more," Qiu Yi sat under the grape trellis and smiled, "Today... thank you."
"You don't have to be so polite," Bian Nan pointed to Wan Fei, "he's good at it."
"Come to me if you have anything to do." Wan Fei put his akimbo cooperatively.
"Professionals need debts, call 139 Chachachachachacha, just one call, you can choose your arms or legs," Bian Nan patted Wan Fei on the shoulder, turned and walked out, and kept talking while walking, "Ten Years of reputation, no deception, a phone call for you to solve your worries... "
"Brother," Qiu Yan flushed the water in the bathroom, "Did the big tiger leave?"
"Yes, let's go." Qiu Yi responded, and with his arms, he took the teapot on the stone pier next to him and put it on the table. After pouring it twice, he found that the teapot was empty.
"He hasn't said goodbye to me yet!" Qiu Yan took off all his clothes, opened the bathroom door again, and stood quite depressed.
"He walked away twisting Yangko, how could he remember this," Qiu Yi pointed at him, "Take a shower quickly."
"Okay," Qiu Yan thought for a while, and closed the door, "He really can't drink."
"Yeah." Qiu Yi smiled.
"But I'm very happy today, my family is so fun," Qiu Yan began to sing, "We people, we are so happy tonight! Boo! We people, we are so happy tonight! Hey! We people , I'm so happy tonight! Roar!"
"Hey..." Qiu Yi let out a long sigh, and leaned back on the chair with his neck up, "Who are you out of tune?"
"Father said I sing like him!" Qiu Yan shouted excitedly in the bathroom.
"Dad really loves you, and I will take this matter on myself." Qiu Yi looked at the lamp and smiled for a long time.
In fact, he is in a good mood today, at least the depression caused by the second uncle and the old uncle coming to find trouble has dissipated a lot.
He doesn't have many friends. Except for Shen Tao and a few classmates who are close to each other, he deliberately keeps a distance. It takes time to make friends, and he almost has no time to fight and vent. Friends hang out.
Among the few friends, there are basically no such personalities as Bian Nan and Wan Fei.
During the days when he gradually came into contact with Bian Nan more and more, he found that his judgment of Bian Nan was probably a bit wrong at the beginning.
Heartlessness is the main feature.
He raised his head and shook the chair gently, he really didn't see that Bian Nan was such a person before.
The courtyard door rang, and no one would come to their courtyard at this time. When Qiu Yi was about to turn his head to see who it was, a face appeared above him from behind.
It is Bian Nan.
"Did something fall?" Qiu Yi raised his head and didn't move.
"Do you have supper?" Bian Nan looked down at him, raised his hand, and brought a watermelon to Qiu Yi's eyes, "Watermelon."
"Hey!" Qiu Yi hurriedly turned his head, Bian Nan has been in an unstable state since he finished drinking that bottle of beer, Qiu Yi was afraid that his hand would shake and hit the watermelon on his face, "Take it away."
Bian Nan put the watermelon on the table: "I picked the biggest one."
"Where's Wan Fei?" Qiu Yi looked at the door, but there was no one there.
"Back to school, no, back to the Internet cafe." Bian Nan sat down on the chair next to Qiu Yi.
"Do you have something to do?" Qiu Yi looked at him, wondering if he remembered that he hadn't said goodbye to Qiu Yan yet.
Bian Nan took the teapot next to him and looked at it: "Do you still have this old man's habit? Drinking tea?"
Qiu Yi didn't speak.
Bian Nan ignored him, took the pot into the room, brewed a pot of tea again, and put it on the table: "If you like tea, next time I go home, I'll get you some good tea from my dad... But I'll have to wait, I don't know how often I'll be home."
"Tell me something," Qiu Yi reached out and tapped on the watermelon, "Are you looking for Erbao or me? Erbao is having a concert in the bathroom."
"I'm fine," Bian Nan clicked his tongue, "I'm just staying here to sober up."
"Then pour me a cup of tea, thank you." Qiu Yi sighed.
"Well," Bian Nan took a cup and poured him tea, "Isn't it enjoyable to drink Coke all night?"
"It's okay," Qiu Yi smiled, "Did you enjoy drinking a bottle of beer?"
Bian Nan laughed for a while: "It can't be compared with you, the gene is here, not only drinking, you see you sit here like an old man in the afternoon..."
Qiu Yi glanced at Bian Nan, and Bian Nan leaned closer to him, lowering his voice: "I don't know if it's appropriate for me to ask about it, but I just happened to meet this matter, and we can be considered friends... Forget it? The two of us? In my opinion, those who are not annoying can be called friends... "
"Forget it." Qiu Yi picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.
"I don't want to ask more about your relative," Bian Nan hesitated, "I just want to ask, how much should you pay?"
Qiu Yi raised his eyebrows and watched him silent.
"That's not what I meant..." Bian Nan pointed at his eyebrows, "Don't move here."
"Then tell me." Qiu Yi smiled helplessly.
"I mean, you're not much worse. I'm a little bit here. You owe me money. I'm sure I wouldn't come to ask for such a debt. It scared Er Bao to tears." Bian Nan bit his lip.
Qiu Yi stared at Bian Nan for a long time, and suddenly felt that his judgment of Bian Nan's "heartlessness" seemed incorrect.