The uncle is in charge of the stove, and the aunt takes action.

The old house of Cheng Yun is most reluctant to leave this earthen stove, and the most technical one is also the earthen stove. The Cheng family’s stove was built by Uncle Cheng Yun himself, with bricks and cement, and the top of the roof was covered with ceramic tiles, which was similar to the stove of other families. But the stove is so well built that other families cannot compare with. At least Cheng Yun has visited so many families when he was a child, and he has never seen anyone’s stove with his own stove.

It is basic to not leak cigarettes, but many families cannot do this alone.

It is probably because the technology is not up to standard, and no one is professional in building stoves. If you are a little careless, just a little bit of it, and the stove will definitely leak smoke.

The Cheng family’s stove is at the bottom of the wall, with a scientific and reasonable design, just right space, and sitting alone is spacious and comfortable, and two people are not tired when squeezing the fire, so it is the most comfortable to chat. There are two stove holes and three pots, one is a large iron pot full of rural atmosphere, and an antimony pot for cooking soup and porridge. There is also an antimony pot that can take care of it no matter which stove hole is used to burn the fire, which is a small antimony pot, which is generally used to heat water - add water to this small antimony pot, and you can ignore it. When the rice is ready, the water will naturally become hot.

You really want to say that rural people like to compare these more than ten years ago.

There was no way. At that time, the conditions were poor and there were no luxury goods to compare. Everyone had similarities. Except for TVs, new cabinets, etc., they could only start from the house.

If you want to increase your happiness index, you can only start with the house.

Therefore, people in the past always tried their best to decorate the house better, and do everything best, and they can't tolerate any mistakes, but they just want to make their lives more comfortable.

This stove is the embodiment of Uncle Cheng Yun's efforts.

Cheng Yun liked to burn fire here when he was a child, especially in winter. The fire was flushed all over his face. While burning the fire, he slowly waited for the meal to be ready. Not to mention how comfortable it was. Sometimes this job has to be snatched, and it is not impossible to get it. Even when you go to the toilet, someone snatched you a seat. When you come back, she still looked at you with a smile, but she couldn't sit still.

That’s right, it’s Cheng Qiuya!

Today, Cheng Yun gave up the throne to her, because it was not cold and the position was not so popular.

He and Cheng Yan stood next to the stove, putting their hands on the stove, watching the process of diving rabbits gradually forming in the pot, exaggerating the chef from time to time, or chatting with them.

This job is called "helping the stove".

As the name suggests, holding the stove is afraid that the stove will fall. It is similar to burning fire, and it is all about making a lot of money for cooking.

Because the height was not enough, Xiaoluoli could not support the stove, so she was sent to the roof of the stairs to play.

"brush!"

A spatula was handed to Cheng Yun and Cheng Yan, with a few pieces of white and tender rabbit meat on it. Uncle Cheng Yun's voice came: "It's like a sachet!"

Cheng Yun carefully twisted a piece with his hands and immediately put it into his mouth, and was so scalded that he sucked it.

Uncle Cheng Yun raised his chin to Cheng Yan again: "Cheng Yan also tastes a piece of thia."

So Cheng Yan also stretched out his slender fingers and twisted them.

"It's time to get the pot!" Cheng Yun said first.

"Yeah, it's delicious." Cheng Yan also said.

In fact, she felt that it was not as delicious as Cheng Yun, because Cheng Yun always put a lot of chili peppers and tender ginger. The spicy flavor of ginger and chili peppers can make people feel spicy and refreshed. But the older generation is obviously not as spicy as young people. In addition, there is an old man in his seventies at home, so Uncle Cheng Yun only symbolically added some peppers and shredded ginger, which obviously cannot satisfy Cheng Yan, who is not spicy.

I guess I don’t like to eat it very much!

well……

Cheng Yan sighed in his heart, and I will give the little luoli less some later. I pity the rabbit it has been catching with with great effort...

At this time, Cheng Qiuya suddenly stood up: "I want to taste it too!"

"You're having too many moves!"

Uncle Cheng Yun scolded her while shoveling the piece for her, and muttering: "You are so old, you're still like a little kid! You don't know if you bring me a boyfriend back soon!"

The second cousin twisted the meat and said in a daze: "Take a boyfriend back for you? Then do your wife and children?"

The uncle waved the spatula and threatened her: "I'm!!"

"Get it!"

Cheng Qiuya was not at all guilty. She stuffed the rabbit meat into her mouth and chewed it, and sat down and continued to burn the fire.

The uncle didn't feel embarrassed either. Obviously, this was the norm in their lives.

He even thought of Cheng Qiuya's rebuttal, but he was angry and embarrassed to laugh, so he had to keep his smile in a tight face!

This is how families are. There is never a fixed standard for family getting along with each other, and there is never a saying that "what must be correct". Every family is independent and has their own unique way of getting along with each other. This pattern is accepted and used to by each other. It has nothing to do with outsiders, and no outsider is qualified to speak out.

The rabbit meat was put into a pot and filled with a large pot.

Aunt Cheng Yun came over and brought him to the side with a smile. Cheng Yun and Cheng Yan didn't move because they needed to hold the stove.

Then I fryed another vegetable and finally cooked a fish, and still asked Cheng Yun and Cheng Yan to taste it.

It is said that it is a taste, but it is actually just to give them food, so that the heroes who are holding the stove can enjoy their appetite first - these elders have cooked rice for life, and there is no problem of lack of salt and taste at all!

Every time Cheng Yun cooks, he has to give it to Yin Nuxia in advance. Xiaoluoli tastes it. Could it be that he really expects a person who escapes from famine and a cat to help him taste the salty and light?

It is nothing more than a kind of favor and indulgence from the elders to the younger generation.

Finally, the sausage and bacon that everyone will definitely eat when they return to their hometown, and the mushroom and pheasant soup that everyone stewed in an antimony pot for an afternoon was tonight's supper.

As Uncle Cheng Yun scooped a scoop of water into the pot, shouted "Okay", and started to shabu the pot. Cheng Yun and Cheng Yan finally stopped supporting the stove, and began to do the only real job tonight - holding dishes and serving dishes.

Cheng Yun also called Xiaoluoli down by the way.

Mr. Cheng smiled and said, "You are more obedient than a dog, and you will get off as soon as you shout."

Cheng Yun casually said, "It's a ragdoll!"

Of course, Mr. Cheng couldn't understand, but he had too many things he couldn't understand, so he had already gotten used to it. He picked up the steamed buns of dog rice bowls, scooped rice and chicken soup, and soaked them together for it to eat.

Before the humans could eat it, the dogs would eat it first.

Then six people and one beast began to take their seats.

Uncle Cheng Yun is a very particular person. Looking at this big pot of chicken soup, he always felt that it was almost color. So he glanced at Cheng Qiuya again and shouted: "You go outside the dam and pinch a few green onions in!"

The second cousin held the bowl and turned to look at Cheng Yun: "You go outside the dam and pinch a few green onions in!"

Cheng Yun was stunned, then looked at Cheng Yan and conveyed it again.

Cheng Yan opened his eyes wide: "???"

Aunt Cheng Yun pretended to be angry at the side: "Oh! You just push the other one! You are lazy to be a pig!"

Cheng Yan looked at Cheng Yun, then looked at Cheng Qiuya. Seeing that both of them were sitting and not moving, he stood up speechlessly.

There was a small piece of soil outside the dam, planted onions, and I couldn't finish it all year round. Cheng Yan pinched a handful of it casually. When he came back, he listened to Cheng Yun's instructions: "Wash it clean and cut it into chopped green onions, and put it in a small bowl."

Cheng Yan rolled his eyes, too lazy to criticize him.

Add chopped green onion and chicken soup will have a soul.

Uncle Cheng Yun put a few big chicken legs into the rice bowl of Luoli and said with a smile: "Today you are a hero, I'll give you chicken legs."

When Xiaoluoli heard this, her vanity surged, and even the chicken legs in the bowl became very fragrant.

Cheng Yan also kept picking up food for it.

Mr. Cheng asked while eating: "Did you go stealing oranges today?"

"I stole it." The second cousin replied, "I came back after finishing my meal in the mountain."

"Oh, is it sweet?"

"sweet."

"Did you steal from those families behind the mountain?"

"Um."

"Is there no need to get down the tree?"

"No, at least two-thirds were left." The second cousin and Cheng Yun were still very conscientious.

"Hey? You left it for him and it's just rotting on the tree!" Mr. Cheng shook his head, and then said terrifiedly, "There are pomelo trees on the second big five. You can go and steal some tomorrow, that's comfortable!"

"Where are the second and fifth places?" This was a unique place name in a certain era. Even Cheng Qiuya, who grew up in this place since childhood, couldn't tell the difference, and only remembered a few nearby ones.

"The river cave gate, where is the raft."

"Uh... you know the grapefruit over there!?" Cheng Qiuya looked at Mr. Cheng in shock. She clearly remembered that when she came back two years ago, Mr. Cheng would say falsely, telling them not to steal other people's things. What's wrong this year?

"I've seen it when I rode my bike out and went out," said Mr. Cheng. "Even if you have no one to ask for it. I went out a few days ago and saw a little kid stealing. I don't know if there is any. You can ride a bike to see it tomorrow. If it's nothing, just pretend to be out and play."

"How do you know that no one wants it?"

"Hey! I don't know anything!" Mr. Cheng smiled and showed a smug look on his face.

"Although your grandfather has not grown crops now, he has cleared all the places here!" Aunt Cheng Yun said with a smile.

"Is that right..." Cheng Qiuya was still a little worried. Pomelo was more valuable. If there was a master, that would be bad. After all, she had grown up.

"Okay, okay, stop talking." Uncle Cheng Yun was still at a rational age and quickly interrupted them, "Wait, just say what our family is doing..."

Mr. Cheng raised his head and smiled.

The three juniors laughed too.

Uncle Cheng Yun was determined to change the topic: "Tongtong, tell me that you have been very busy these months?"

The second cousin frowned, looked at him suspiciously, and spoke carefully: "It's much busier than before, because there are more things to learn..."

My uncle looked like a person who had experienced it: "A career is a career, or not to delay the lifelong event!"

"So you're waiting for me here!"
To be continued...