Chapter 1186: Chinese New Year early

   Chapter 1186
   "It's white to you!" Zhang Fan glanced at Jing Shu. The older the younger sister, the more weird it feels. If Zhang Fan's character has a trace of rigidity. Well, Jingshu definitely didn't bring it at all.
   After all, Jingshu's fate is much better than Zhang Fan. When Zhang Fan was born, his family was poor, and when Jingshu was born, he was no longer worried about food and clothing.
  When Zhang Fan was just an adult, he encountered a wave of layoffs. Although Zhang Fan’s father’s business was half-dead in the early years, it was no longer a place for shelter from wind and rain.
  When this place was lost, the expression of the sky falling from his parents, the family was full of emotions, to be honest, this feeling Zhang Fan would never want to do it again in his life.
  It is estimated that this feeling of Zhang Fan, after encountering the 80s of that era, absolutely has a kind of unforgettable worry that Zeng Jin never wants to talk about and does not want to face.
  So, after going to college, Zhang Fan would rather sell instant noodles to make money. How can I save money when I go to work? But Jingshu's life is much better.
  When the tide of layoffs came, her brother Zhang Fan had already helped her home. When he was in college, his brother was already at work. Although she is not a rich girl, she didn't suffer anything.
  So, her character is more pleasing than Zhang Fan. It can be said that the environment can destroy and create a person. Zhang Fan's character is more of an inexplicable responsibility. Perhaps older people can understand it better.
   "Huh!" Jing Shu twisted her nose.
   "Come on, I'll help you." Zhang Fan rolled his sleeves and reached into the detergent basin to take a rag.
  "Don't move, don't move this. I heard from Xue Fei's wife last time that your surgeon requires a lot of sensitivity in the hand.
  She never let Xue Fei’s hands touch irritating things. I didn’t know before, but now I know. Don't move, you go to make dough! "
   Shao Hua stopped Zhang Fan. In the past, the family members of the hospital didn't know much about Shao Hua. After all, Zhang Fan didn't enter the hospital for long.
  After Zhang Fan became the hospital leader, in just six months, no one had met 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.
  To tell the truth, the family members who can meet Shao Hua are all with very high emotional intelligence, and they are all interested in Shao Hua. People are really complicated.
   "Uh! I was fed a bite of dog food unsuspectingly!" Jing Shu looked at her sister-in-law and her brother, exaggerating her face.
   "Speak well!" Zhang Fan and his mother said to Jing Shu at the same time.
   "Eccentric!" Jing Shu stretched out her tongue, "Sister-in-law, you are used to your husband."
  "He was already busy at work. The most important thing is that I can't rest assured that he wipes it. After he wipes it, I have to wipe it again, just wipe it myself!"
  Zhang Fan does sanitation, Shao Hua dislikes it, and enters the kitchen, but I dislike it again. Simply set up logistics for everyone, serve tea and pour water.
  Zhang Fan’s parents are not too partial, but it can be clearly seen that Zhang Fan is the mother’s heart. She never said that her eldest son is not. Even if she speaks, she is quite gentle or uses a counseling tone.
  It is as if what my son said was all right.
  When facing Jingshu, it was different. When facing her daughter, the old lady spoke with steely voice. Even if Jingshu was better than Zhang Fan in the college entrance examination, her mother's view that her son could study better could not be changed.
  Zhang Fan’s father is different. In the past, he could start fighting with Zhang Fan in just three sentences. When Zhang Fan was not at work, he often quarreled with his father.
  After going to work, Zhang Fan flinched. Don't quarrel with Lao Tzu anymore.
  But the old man would just change to another person for his daughter. Zhang Fan called to his dad. He raised his eyelids when he was in a good mood. He was in a bad mood, just like the back of his ears.
   And Jing Shu yelled and said something unpleasant. The old man was like an old dog sprinkled with flowers, croaking up to the front, wagging his tail, fearing that he would be slow.
  So, people's hearts are biased, and there is really nothing wrong with them.
  The family is in full swing preparing food for the New Year. The heavy snow drifted down slowly, and there was more and more a New Year atmosphere. The heavy snow in the sky made the whole world a lot quieter, but the light at home was particularly warm at home.
During the Spring Festival in the south, there are always red, willow and green flowers. Many southerners go to see the flower market, but as a northwester, Zhang Fan always feels that it’s as sweet as tofu and tofu, but it’s just uncomfortable to eat. .
  The Chinese New Year of Tea Vegetarian makes people feel that this is the New Year, and this is the feeling of tranquility in all things.
  Because of the weather, many ingredients are often prepared during the New Year in Northwest China. Although supermarkets are open every day, there are elderly people in the family who will always prepare a bunch of ingredients. It always seems to be preventing something.
  Zhang Fan’s house is particularly lively this year.
   Zhang Fan’s mother and father fried noodles. After all, Northwesterners are better at noodles.
  Youguo is a special pasta snack in the Northwest. Zhang Fan especially likes to eat when he is smiling, but the conditions were not good at the time, and he couldn't open it up even for the New Year. Now that I can eat it open, I always feel that I can't eat the taste of the year.
  In the northwest, especially in the surrounding countryside near Lanshi, if a housewife can't cook pasta, her status at home will not be elevated anyway.
  Youguo, pay attention to one that looks golden, and tastes crispy and dry. After Zhang Fan poured tea for everyone, he stood behind his mother and watched the old lady making noodles.
  Break a few eggs into the flour, and then the most important thing is to put a certain amount of refined oil into the flour. Zhang Fan doesn't know how other people make fried pasta.
  But at home, Zhang Fan’s mother secretly told Zhang Fan that whether it is crisp or not, it depends on the oil mixed in the flour.
  When the flour turns into dough, it is slowly rolled into a five-centimeter-wide and twenty-centimeter-long dough in Zhang Fan’s delicate hands.
  Then, mix the filling with honey and brown sugar flour. Brown sugar is used to color, and flour is used to increase consistency.
  One layer of cake, a layer of vermilion filling, and then another layer of cake.
  The noodles have been kneaded with a greasy and slippery feeling. The three-layer structure is gently stacked, and then cut quickly, all a pair of chopsticks wide noodles.
   Then, gently twist in one direction, just like three wires twisted together.
  Finally, start the explosion. When Northwesterners make deep-fried noodles, they often put a little animal fat in vegetable oil, which will lower the temperature of the oil so that the surface of the noodles will not be burnt and the inside will not be cooked.
  When the white noodles entered the golden fat like fish, one by one into the oil pan, then the smoke in the fat suddenly radiated slowly with a kind of wheat aroma.
  After that, the white oil fruit began to color, from light yellow to golden yellow.
  Zhang Fan’s mother puts the oil nuts, Zhang Fan’s father is responsible for frying them, and the two work together.
   "Taste it!" Father Zhang Fan’s first batch of oil nuts was out of the pot. Zhang Fan’s mother wiped her hands on her apron, quickly picked up one and sent it to Zhang Fan’s mouth.
  "Taste it and see if it is sweet or not crispy. This year I put not only eggs but also milk in it. Open your mouth, you boy."
  Seeing Zhang Fan not opening her mouth, the old lady was a little bit annoyed.
  I don’t know why, maybe I saw the white hair that didn’t know when between my old mother’s temples, or the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.
   Zhang Fan felt an inexplicable feeling of tears in his heart.
   "Crispy, sweet!" Zhang Fan nodded lightly, afraid that his mother would feel his emotions, and Zhang Fan chewed quickly.
   "Hehe, then eat more."
  ……
  Zhang Fan’s parents are in charge of noodles, while Zhang Fan’s father-in-law and mother-in-law are in charge of meat.
  Especially Lao Zhangren’s first-hand sweet and sour fish. To be honest, the average restaurant really can’t do his craft.
  Every family in the heavy snow is preparing for the New Year, only snowflakes are floating, but it is exceptionally peaceful and peaceful.
  Because Zhang Fan is on duty on the Lunar New Year’s 30 and Lunar New Year’s Day, the family will celebrate the New Year ahead of schedule.
  The two old men want to drink a little. Although Zhang Fan does not drink, there is still a lot of good wine at home.
  After especially becoming friends with the owner of the Bird City Winery, this guy gave Zhang Fan a good wine for all ages.
   Both red and white.
  Two old men drank white wine, Shao Hua deliberately found a bottle of tea in the old cellar. This wine was specially confessed for me to drink. The owner of the winery in Bird City said that this kind of wine was not available on the market.
   Zhang Fan doesn’t drink it anyway, and doesn’t take it seriously.
   "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. I really don't know that Laojiao has such a good drink."
   Zhang Fan's father-in-law smiled and looked at his son-in-law.
  "Isn’t this what it should be, he doesn’t honor you, who he honors. I want to say, it’s his fate that met you and met Huazi.
  Look at him. Now, just like the rich man, he won’t do anything at home! "
   "Okay, it's a big holiday, so much food and drink, but you still can't stop your mouth. Huazi, come and taste it." Zhang Fan's mother was not happy.
   "Haha, all good, all good!" The old man was happy.
  The mother-in-law is also happy.
  Jingshu and the women drank red wine, Zhang Fan drank Tieguanyin.
   "I have nothing to ask for this year, but you should have children."
  ……
  After dinner, Jingshu Shao Hua and the others sat together to play mahjong.
  Zhang Fan was not too involved, but sat on the side to help check the cards.
   To be honest, in Zhang Fan’s eyes, even if he hasn’t played cards for many years, they don’t have to talk about their skills.
   "Why am I dating? It's all on you, chaos in command!" 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.
  (End of this chapter)