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Two hundred and sixty fifth chapter twenty nine

Twenty-nine, steamed buns.

Most of the people in this province immigrated from Huguang in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. According to the calculations, the ancestors of the people in the province came from the five provinces of Henan, Guangdong, Guangxi, Hubei and even Fujian.

The Yangtze River is also bounded by the Yangtze River. Most of the plains north of the Yangtze River in the province are from Henan and Hubei. The descendants of Guangdong, Guangxi and Fujian live along the Yangtze River.

After hundreds of years of reproduction, there is actually no difference between us, only the accent is slightly different.

City W is on the edge of the basin, and most of the ancestors came from the Nanyang Basin. Their living customs are the same as those in the north, so they usually steam buns on the 29th day of the New Year.

My mother Song Qingyun had already prepared spontaneous powder and began to mix the dough hard as soon as it dawned.

Unfortunately, the Queen Mother has lived a prosperous life in recent years and has lost the nature of a working people. After kneading a ball of dough for a long time, either the water is too thin or the flour is too dry.

She also became ruthless, adding more water to the noodles, and adding more water to the noodles. The small bowl of noodles gradually turned into a big face, making her forehead full of sweat.

He couldn't help but roar: "Song Qingyun, Song Qingyun, come and help me wipe my sweat. It's all dripping into the flour. Do you want me to add flavor to the steamed buns?"

When he shouted, he realized that his son had gone out but was not here.

Just as she was depressed, a fair arm stretched over, and the hot towel in her hand carefully tried the sweat on her forehead/

The Empress Dowager looked closely and found that it was Boss Du’s daughter Du Jingjing.

The little girl is so beautiful. She squatted beside her. Even when she was with her, the Queen Mother was still dazzling by her.

These facial features are so beautiful, with a small goose face, classical and graceful; these hands are slender and beautiful, and not used to knead the face is a waste of talent.

"Jingjing, can you knead the dough? Come and help the aunt, her hands are soft."

"Uncle...mother...I..." Du Jingjing hesitated for a moment and said helplessly: "Okay!" and then reached into the basin.

After this mixing, she realized that the job was not that simple. A ball of dough might not look anything on the surface, but when she really put her hands in, she realized that it was so heavy.

If you want to make steamed buns delicious, the key is to mix them in the process of kneading the noodles. You have to mix them constantly, so that the noodles can be chewy and have a good taste.

If you deal with it randomly, wait for a trough, and you will bite it and die a piece of dough.

Moreover, whether it is strong or not is not only related to the taste of the mouth, but also to the taste.

The noodles with good harmony are sweet. But if they are not mixed with strong flavor, but have a bitter taste of alkali, they must not be eaten.

When the empress dowager saw someone helper, she simply sat down next to her, drinking chrysanthemum tea while chatting with Du Jingjing: "Jingjing, why are you so beautiful? How do you maintain your skin? What mask, facial cleanser and skin care products are you using? How are you so white?"

Du Jingjing: "Auntie, it's not really useful. I just drink more water. I just apply a mask before going to bed at night, and I don't need anything else. I think it's mainly to bask in less sunshine and sleep more."

The Queen Mother: "Yes, there is a saying that men rely on eating and women rely on sleeping. Men eat well and can only be healthy. Women need to maintain adequate sleep to be beautiful. I just have less sleepiness, I can't wake up, I'm old. I can't sleep for the first thirty years, but I can't sleep for the next thirty years. I really envy your young people's sleepiness... By the way, Jingjing, how is your boyfriend? Is it handsome?"

Du Jingjing lowered her head, and a layer of sweat appeared on her face ashamed: "It's not...?"

"Mom, don't ask randomly. Du Jingjing, where is your dad?" Song Qingyun walked around outside, and thought it was time to make lunch, so he returned to the village headquarters.

"Uncle Song...Uncle, my father drove out and said he wanted to buy some things for the New Year to come back." Du Jingjing looked up at Song Qingyun, and the two of them met, and then they were so scared that they lowered their heads.

Song Qingyun: "Uncle Song, you are so strange today. It's time to get married. I'll do it when you're tired!" He was surprised in his heart. When she was in contact with Du Jingjing in the provincial capital, she was such a generous girl. Today, she seemed a little afraid of me. It was really inexplicable.

Boss Du drove out to buy things. Aren’t he afraid that the car will break down and become the king of the mountain?

If I had known, I would have lent him a car.

Although Du Jingjing was tall and his arms were long, he actually didn't have much strength. After a long time of dough, his arms were sore. However, he was polite and only struggled to hold on. He heard Song Qingyun say this, and he was like an amnesty, so he hurriedly gave him the position.

The Queen Mother said next to her again: "Jingjing, is your boyfriend good to you?"

Du Jingjing: "It's not true, don't listen to my father's talk nonsense. I don't have a boyfriend."

"No way."

Song Qingyun smiled and said, "Mom, why are you like checking your household registration? Du Jingjing really doesn't have a boyfriend. I am friends with her, so I don't know better than you?" As soon as he said that, he felt something was wrong. The empress dowager is constantly forcing herself to find a girlfriend. When she sees a girl, she asks if she is dating Comrade Xiao Song. Even the little girl Xu Shuang doesn't let go, and she is a madman who is forced to marry.

I heard that Du Jingjing is single and not talking nonsense would be embarrassing.

The Empress Dowager's eyes lit up: "Jingjing, a girl as beautiful as you, who is like a female star, I don't know how many people pursue it, nor do I know what kind of excellent man I want to deserve it. I have the right candidate, whether to listen."

Du Jingjing's face turned redder: "No, no."

Song Qingyun was also shocked: "Mom!"

The Queen Mother: "There is a young entrepreneur in our city. He is 37 years old today, graduated from a prestigious university, started from scratch, and his assets exceed 100 million yuan./Because he is devoted to his career and has been delayed until now. He is a little older, but older people know that they feel sorry for their wife, so should they consider it?"

Du Jingjing was even more shy and said hurriedly: "Auntie, I'll go wash my hands first."

"Mom, what are you doing?" Song Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, and was also confused.

I thought to myself: It’s strange, why didn’t the Empress Dowager introduce Du Jingjing to me? The sun has come out from the west?

When he thought about it, he laughed again. It was probably because Du Jingjing was too tall and too beautiful, and he was born with a goddess-like aura. Although the Queen Mother was good at his son, this son of dysfunction was indeed a bit unworthy of others.

Song Qingyun was a little despised by her mother.

After the noodles were kneaded, the pot over there was already cooked. The empress dowager took the knife and pinched the noodles into long strips, changed them into small lumps with a kitchen knife, then cut them into small mouths and put them in a steamer.

Du Jingjing couldn't help, so he had to sit in the yard to get his cell phone, which was WeChat and phone number, as if he was talking about the reimbursement of medicines or health products. While contacting the merchant, he also opened the folder and checked it continuously.

Listening to her tone of begging the merchant, the business progressed unsuccessfully: "Boss Lin, can you buy a little more... What, this kind of goods is not easy to sell. Boss Lin, all varieties must be matched according to proportions, and you cannot just buy a hot product. This is the company's system. Can you overcome it?... Or I will apply for a little policy to you... I have so many resources on hand... Do you want to do a favor..."

Song Qingyun shook her head when she heard this. Du Jingjing's business was really well-developed. It seemed that she was not a salesperson. How could Boss Du be a cheating person? Why did he give birth to such a daughter?

Queen Mother: "Song Qingyun, my royal blue vest burst out."

Song Qingyun: "What do you mean?"

"Sew it for me."

"Does my big man use needlework and thread to speak like words? No more!"

The Queen Mother: "I have it. Before I came to you, I stayed in the hotel for one night. There was a sewing box in the room. I didn't take it for nothing. Whoever said men could not use needles and threads, feudal ideas."

"Your son is also a secretary after all. Did you say so? You are a billionaire and you still lack a vest. Throw it away and buy another one!"

"What are you throwing away? What have you worn in the past few days? Song Qingyun, you are also a poor child, you are not hardworking and simple. You are also the secretary, who don't know how old you are, but you end up being a village official. Whether you go or not, I won't give you food if you don't go."

Song Qingyun: "Okay, I can't afford to offend you."

He took the needle and thread, held his mother's vest and sat in the yard. He looked at the sun for a long time and finally penetrated the thread into the needle hole, screaming: "Eyes, my eyes!"

The sun was warm and bright, the breeze blew, the flowers and trees in the yard were waving, and the shadows fell on Song Qingyun's face.

He threaded needles and threaded his threads, his face was quiet, and when he saw it, he suddenly felt a sense of stability in his heart.

Du Jingjing looked up and saw this scene, and suddenly became a little confused: Song Qingyun looked hilarious and strong on the surface, but actually had a gentle side! If it weren't for being a little darkened by the sun, she was actually quite handsome, no wonder she was liked.

The steamed buns are very good, especially with braised pork, cold shredded radish, cold kohlrabi or fermented tofu, which is even more delicious.

But if you have too much noodles, you can’t finish it, so you can only put it in plastic bags and put it in the refrigerator.

Time passed little by little, and it was evening, and it was time for dinner.

Durimi's car is in a good mood and returns safely.

He bought a lot of New Year’s goods, including snacks, fruits, meat and wine.

Lao Du spread out a bright red couplet and shouted: "Song Qingyun, do you think it's appropriate? Put it on the village gate. Make a ladder and help me."

On the 29th day of the New Year, whether in the city or in the countryside, every household should choose beautiful red Spring Festival couplets to paste them on the door to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and add a festive festive atmosphere.

So the two of them found an aluminum alloy herringbone ladder and started busy at the entrance of the village committees.

"I have been working hard and harvested for more than a year, and I have been thrifty in my family for more than a year. The country is prosperous and the people are strong." Song Qingyun applauded: "Old Du, I forgot this after a hurry. Thank you for your fault. Without Spring Festival couplets, this year will be less flavorful. You stand firm and don't fall."

The two of them clapped their high-highs, shook hands, and laughed at the same time.

Du Jingjing saw it next to him, thinking about something.

At this moment, Huang Ming rushed over with a kitchen knife in his red eyes, raised it high and slashed it down: "Song Qingyun, I'll kill you!"

This knife came out in anger, leaving no room for anything.

Song Qingyun was caught off guard and was stunned.

Seeing that someone was about to open his mouth, Du Limei pushed him away with a quick eye and hand.

The knife stopped between Durimi's eyebrows.

Du Limi faced Huang Ming and shouted: "What are you doing? Are you going to kill someone?"
Chapter completed!
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