Vol 2 Chapter 1185: Little birthday star

Thank you for enduring the hardships of pregnancy in October, and giving birth to me in painful labor, and thank you for making up for the seventeen years of lack of maternal love with your 20 years of company.
I have no more regrets!
Zhang Guoqing happily looked at his daughter-in-law and shouted loudly: "Mom, I am here. You will take the little birthday star to see the big birthday star first, and it will be fine soon."
Zhou Jiao eyebrows glanced at the stove and took her mother away. She had to ask her mother if she had changed her red underwear and and put on the army pants with the red belt hidden?
Since entering Beijing that year, it seems to have become a routine.
On this day, the whole family will stop doing morning exercises and occasionally entertain some uncles, such as her old brother Wang Dawei.
The only difference is that Mrs. Cheng is missing. If she were there, she would also be standing in the kitchen early in the morning, smiling at this moment, watching Zhang Guoqing and his son prepare longevity noodles...
Zhou Jiao, who walked out of the kitchen, looked back at the place and took a deep look. Some people left, but she still kept her heart.
Perhaps the old man has been together with her foster father and mother, and her elder sister and husband-in-law, as expected.
I hope the old lady has done her wish.
"Your dad is very happy today. He doesn't believe it because he says something toss about. But you didn't see him changing it early in the morning. You don't dislike it anymore."
Zhou Jiao curled her eyes when she heard the words, "When you are 66 years old, I will prepare for you."
"That's a must." Miao Lishan smiled triumphantly, "Your sister-in-law called me last night, but she was envious. Why did your little uncle say he doesn't have a daughter?"
"When they are 66, I will prepare for them."
"Hahaha, I deliberately refused to agree to them. But ah, your cousin and them are far away, there is no way. Your sisters, you really get the time to prepare, they can treat you as your relatives."
"Okay." Zhou Jiao won't forget what Cheng Ruzhu had to her family, and she didn't forget to stuff some good things here. Especially for her dad, that's a real brother.
She could not forget that when the Wen family's eldest cousin got married, her father was pushed into the seat by Cheng Ruzhu and the three of his brothers and sisters.
It was also later that her father got married with his second cousin, which indicated that the two remaining nephews would only take the lead once, otherwise they would have to take the lead.
What is difficult and commendable is that Cheng Ruzhu never asks for anything about her family's work, and the only help is when her mother Miao Lishan personally recruits Xiaoyu into the art group.
Therefore, she never felt that relatives who are not related by blood are not relatives, such as her godfather Zhao Chuanguang and Shishu Wang Dawei...
They are better than brothers if they are not brothers with her father.
"Mom, come back early tonight. I set up a banquet in the old house and invited all uncles and aunts. You and my dad have to accompany them."
"Okay, I'll ask for leave in the afternoon and go there earlier, what else do you think?"
"It's almost there. Let's celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival at noon." Zhou Jiao thought for a while. "We will go to the old house together again at two or three in the afternoon. My sister-in-law has already promised that she will go there with my little uncle."
"it is good."
Zhou Jiao said as she saw Zhou Xiaozheng who was out of the study, her eyes were suddenly bent, and her hands were congratulated, "Dad, happy birthday, and a long life."
"Okay, I must live a long life." Zhou Xiaozheng smiled brightly when he heard the words. He knew that Jiaojiao cares about these four words the most, "Is it all over? Sit on the sofa and rest for a while."
"Not busy, not busy, hahaha..." Zhou Jiao giggled happily, stepping forward and pushing him to sit on the sofa, squatting in front of him.
Zhou Xiaozheng rubbed her head, "What a silly girl! Happy birthday!"
"Have fun, fun!"
"Come here, after eating longevity noodles, everyone will live for a hundred years..."
Following Zhang Guoqing’s shout, the words came first before the people arrived. Soon the three Ping An brothers behind him entered the living room with their trays and placed them on the dining table.
Longevity noodles?
As the name implies: According to the custom, the whole bowl of longevity noodles only has one noodle, and the noodles should not be broken when they are cooked. The whole long noodle must be boiled in the pot to express longevity.
This family doesn't pay much attention to the rules of a gentleman's cooking.
Therefore, this manual work is done once a year on the birthday of the elders in the family. For the three brothers in Ping An, practice makes perfect.
In the early hours of the morning, shortly after Zhou Jiao and Zhang Guoqing left, the three brothers got up to wash, went to the kitchen to take out the dough and began to squeeze out long noodles.
At this moment, seven bowls of noodle soup-the bottom of the broth, the white noodles, the shrimps, minced meat, golden egg yolks, and the shreds of cucumber and bamboo shoots on it.
The color, fragrance, and taste are complete, which makes people appetite.
After eating longevity noodles, it's time for work.
Just looking at Zhou Xiaozheng's background, Zhou Jiao blinked: Did her father forget to give her a gift? How about going into the study and sneaking a look at him?
"Daughter-in-law, I'm leaving too. Go upstairs and sleep."
"Oh, come back early at noon." Zhou Jiao replied casually, waved her hand, and had a sudden...this one didn't give her a gift either. What are you playing mysteriously?
After getting off work last night, she felt sleepy. She stayed with Aunt Chen in the kitchen. The two began to drain the rice dumplings and glutinous rice that were left behind yesterday.
Fold the rice dumpling leaves into a funnel, place the rice, cover one end, roll it, and tie the string together, and a small zongzi comes out of your hand.
While wrapping the dumplings, while the early morning dumplings were still being cooked on the earthen stove, the boiling water in the pot boiled and gurgled, and within a short while, I could smell the unique scent of the dumpling leaves.
The scent of baking soda on glutinous rice is still faintly.
Without opening it, Zhou Jiao could imagine that this pot of glutinous rice dumplings must be a transparent glutinous rice ball with yellow and bright yellow glutinous rice dumplings when opened.
And there is a pot of steaming ~EbookFREE.me~ As time goes by, the strong fragrance of rice and meat can not cover the fragrance of rice dumplings anyway.
Aunt Chen saw her wrinkling her nose and sniffing, showing an intoxicated look, and asked with a smile, "Would you like to peel two of them first for you?"
"I'm not quite cooked yet." Zhou Jiaozhan blinked her eyes with a smile, "There are so many types, we should wait for them to be ready before picking them. You have to choose to eat, it's painful."
"Hahaha..." Aunt Chen smiled with joy when she saw it. Isn't that many? The sweet and salty ones are separated into two large pots, each with different colors and flavors.
Let’s not talk about the Beijing date rice dumplings with candied dates and red dates, as well as all kinds of fillings such as red bean paste, chestnuts, lotus seeds, fruit, soybeans, and sweet-scented osmanthus.
Just salty white rice dumplings. Although Huaxiang can't compare with sweet rice dumplings, this girl has a lot of stuffing. This handful of fresh ham, that small dish of pork belly and salted duck egg yolk.
After 30 kilograms of glutinous rice and white rice are soaked, all the fillings are wrapped up as soon as they are swelled. When you start eating, you can’t find your favorite flavor without looking at the colorful threads. There is room for rebirth in the fifties