C17

In the dream, Shi En saw pink peach blossoms. He looked up while lying down on the peach tree, and each peach blossom landed on his face. Then, a fat little girl with a blurred face appeared in front of him, chattering nonstop. With all the peach blossoms bearing fruit, the little chubby girl tip-toed him and asked, "Do you want one?" Shi En looked at her with a smile. When he opened his mouth to answer, the little fat girl took a bite at him and spat it out.

"What's the smell?"

"It tastes like leek, I'll give it to you once."

"Hmm?!" "I don't want it, I hate leeks the most. Don't come over here, ah!"

Just as he fell asleep at dawn, Shi En woke up from his dream. He rubbed his eyes and looked up to see that the door and windows had been opened by Shu Xiaoxiao. A gust of cold wind with a few snowflakes blew into the bedroom, and Shi En was cold enough to wrap himself tightly in a quilt.

"Nightmares?"

"Yeah, when did you come in?"

"He must have done something shameful and it would be best if he didn't wake up for the rest of his life."

"What for?"

"Hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth. Come down and help me wrap the dumplings." Shu Xiaoxiao, who was carrying a basket of leek, walked in front of the confused Shi En. When he opened his eyes, he found a pair of watery eyes and a face that was fat like an infant's, because the two of them were rather close together, and a strand of Shu Xiaoxiao's hair landed on his face. It was a bit itchy, and a familiar light fragrance assaulted his nose, causing Shi En to feel the other party's warm breath.

Today, Shu Xiaoxiao was wearing a pure white fur hat and simple green clothes, which didn't taint the slightest amount of dust. Under the shine of the snowflakes and the dim sunlight that floated in from the window, it seemed very clear and very cute, causing Shi En, who was already a little confused, to unwittingly be stunned.

Shu Xiaoxiao very naturally sat on the edge of Shi En's bed. He frowned and whispered to Shi En: "I heard about Shang Qian, thank you for saving him." With that, he stood up and said to Shi En with his head lowered: "Let's go downstairs earlier today at the Winter Solstice to wrap the dumplings together."

"This wind is so cold." Shi En sat up and rubbed his face. He didn't think that today would be the Winter Solstice, he remembered that on winter's day, he would usually follow his Master to the Posterior Mountain to dig taro and mix it into a paste. The two of them would then rub together on the Broken Temple to make dumplings. Shi En, who was in his bedroom on the second floor, already heard Snake's curses downstairs. Unwillingly, he stood up and quickly washed up. After washing up, he went downstairs and saw a bunch of leeks lying on the floor of Bu Gan House.

Good bro, good morning." "Shang Qian was wearing a tiger-striped fur coat and a pair of chubby boots. He was holding a small bundle of shallots, coriander and a bag of flour." "Thank you, big brother. Let's eat dumplings today.

Shi En laughed lazily as he touched a strand of hair on his forehead. His mouth had a trace of a smile, "Morning, White-haired Boy, do you know where I can sell taro here?" Shi En went over to receive the flour in Shang Qian's hand. He scooped out a small handful from inside and licked it, "I used to wrap the dumplings' flour." Shang Qian rubbed his face, pointed behind the 'Bu Gan House', and said: "Taro, we have balls, in the small garden at the back."

Hearing that, Shi En's eyes lit up, with the speed of lightning, he arrived at the small garden at the back, and immediately found the taro, Shi En immediately dug two of them back.

When he arrived at the 'Bu Gan House' kitchen, he saw that Shu Xiaoxiao had rolled up his sleeves and was seriously choosing a dish and washing the dishes just as he lifted the curtain. Shi En knew that he could not afford to be careless at this point. If he did not check whether or not there were any small rocks or silt hidden in Ye Wen's armpit bit by bit, it would be unsightly to see if Ye Wen's teeth were broken. The most disgusting things were some vegetable bugs, which would vomit when they ate this thing into their stomach. So when he saw Shu Xiaoxiao being so serious, Shi En was very pleased.

Shang Qian, who was at the side, was currently making up the noodles. Shi En walked over and dipped his finger in the water used for the noodles. Shang Qian finished the dough in a few bites, which seemed to be five people's worth of dough, and then set it on the side to sober up. Then, he prepared to wash the meat and chop it into pieces. The meat was completely refined, and a little bit of the tendons or fat was cut off by Shang Qian. Shi En stood at the side and did not understand.

"Cough, cough." At this time, Shu Xiaoxiao had already finished washing the dishes. She picked up the kitchen knife and cut wildly on the mat, and a cold smile appeared on her face, like the blossoming of a poppy. Shi En and Shang Qian, who were standing opposite of her, felt a chill on their backs. Shi En hurriedly pretended not to hear anything and blew on the whistle as he started to clean the soil on the taro. Then, he boiled it in a pot for a while.

Shi En hummed a little tune on the side. Seeing that the temperature was about up, he turned off the fire, picked up the taro and poured it into a bowl. He touched the taro's skin and felt that it was very hot, so he poured some cold water into the basin and soaked it in water after a while. After he found out that the water was hot, he soaked it in cold water again and when the temperature of the taro had almost cooled down, Shi En scooped it up, put on a glove and peeled it with his hands.

The two ripe taro heads were peeled clean. Shi En washed them with water once more and then placed them into a basin to stir. Then, he added sugar as he fiddled.

"Brother Shi En, what are you doing?" Shang Qian stuck his head out and saw that Shi En had taken so long to produce a pot of gray sticky substance.

Shi En patted Shang Qian's head, and used a spoon to scoop a little hot potato paste for Shang Qian to taste. Shang Qian opened his mouth and swallowed half of the spoon, his eyes immediately lit up, and started to shout: Delicious, so delicious, so sweet and fragrant, Brother Shi En, what are these?

"This is the sweet potato stuffing, I'm going to grind the dumplings to eat." "Shi En suddenly smacked his head and remembered that he had not grinded the glutinous rice into powder yet. "This is bad, I haven't grinded the glutinous rice flour yet." Shi En felt extremely embarrassed. How could he have forgotten about this?

"Brother Shi En, what's wrong? See how you suddenly become listless. " Shang Qian waved her hand in front of Shi En and explained to him with a sigh. Unexpectedly, Shang Qian just smiled and said, "Heh, I thought it would be a big deal.

Shi En hurriedly followed behind Shang Qian. When he passed by the room, he casually brought along the glutinous rice that he brought down from the mountain with him. Entering Shang Qian's messy room, Shang Qian rummaged through the boxes and finally found the machine that could automatically grind rice into powder.

"Dang, dang, dang, dang! This is the full automatic dusting machine my master developed. " Shang Qian placed his hands on his waist and introduced it to Shi En with a proud expression.

"Why is it called Jiuyang? What is your reputation? " Shi En scratched his face, puzzled, why did he have to give this machine a name that resembled a martial arts manual.

After Shang Qian plugged in the power supply, he pressed the button and poured the glutinous rice out of Shi En's hand into half a bag. He then clapped his hands and turned to Shi En to explain: "Because my master's name is Jiuyang!"