Spring passes and autumn comes, and the frost returns.
When the heavy snow covered the bare mountains one after another, fearing that they would wear thin clothes and catch a cold, He Yiqi knew that the winter he loved and hated had finally come.
Why do you say you love and hate it at the same time?
He hates it because he doesn't like the feeling of being wrapped up in thick cotton clothes, which makes him feel uncomfortable at all.
And love is that feeling of curling up in a warm quilt that is so comfortable.
However, no matter how warm the bed is, there still has to be a time to say goodbye, so every winter, He Yiqi becomes the second boss lady, and the two of them almost always go downstairs for dinner around noon.
So Aunt Biao, who is in charge of everyone's meals, also knows that this winter's breakfast can get rid of the portion that He gave up.
This winter is no different from usual. The only difference may be that it is colder than previous years.
Near noon, He Yiqi walked downstairs, wrapped in a cotton coat.
Some old stairs creaked under the crackling steps of his animal-skin boots.
"Morning! Presbyopia!" He Yiqi yawned and greeted Presbyopia, who was already sitting at the counter.
"Good morning, young master!" The presbyopic man faced the stairs and squinted his eyes for a long time.
It is also very clear why Yi Qi, this is presbyopia trying to find his figure with his weak vision.
"Stop looking, you can't see me with your presbyopic eyes. By the way, where did the cripple go?" He Yiqi said as he walked towards the backyard.
Presbyopia said, "He went outside to clear the snow. The snow was so heavy today that I had a hard time pushing the door open this morning. My waist almost slipped!"
"Hey, you should worry less. At your age, you can let the cripple do this job! Haha - I'm going to wash up first! Aunt Biao, is the rice ready? I'm starving to death. !”
He Yi abandoned the yawning and opened the door and walked into the backyard.
Stepping into the backyard, He Yiqi shivered, and the cold breath enveloped his face tightly. He didn't even want to take another breath. The cold breath inhaled into his mouth and was so cold that it penetrated his heart!
The snow had stopped at this time, and it could be seen that all the snow on the ground had been swept away, leaving only a thin layer still covering the ground.
He Yiqi walked to a large water tank in the corner. The lid on the water tank was still steaming.
When I opened the lid, there was still half a tank of hot water inside, which was cooked by Aunt Biao, who was the first to get up.
He picked up the small gourd and scooped out half of the water, holding it in his mouth for a long time. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he actually swallowed it.
Aunt Biao, who was sitting on the small bench at the door of the kitchen, looked at him happily.
"You little brat, what's the matter? You're crazy from hunger. You drink the mouthwash too!"
He Yiqi hesitated for a long time, unable to say anything to refute, and could only express his inner dissatisfaction by humming.
He picked up his towel that was hanging under the eaves next to him, poured half a ladle of hot water into the tub, and then started washing his face.
Aunt Biao also turned around and entered the kitchen, and began to bring out the cooked food.
The hot meal exuded an alluring aroma. While washing his face, He Yiqi kept looking at Aunt Biao who was holding the meal.
Aunt Biao twisted her bloated body and pushed open the door, turned her head and glared at him, "What are you in a hurry for? Wash your face quickly and get ready to eat!"
He Yiqi wiped his face in a hurry, not even thinking about pouring the water, and followed Aunt Biao directly into the house.
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Inside the room, Aunt Biao had just put the chopping board with food on a table, and He Qiyu sat next to it impatiently.
Aunt Biao said angrily, "What's the rush? What's the rush! Let's wait for the boss lady to come before we eat!"
As she spoke, Aunt Biao knocked away He Yiqi's hand that was about to take the chopsticks.
He Yiqi could only retract his hand angrily. He seemed to have heard Aunt Biao's words scolding He Yiqi, and the presbyopic man who walked slowly laughed.
"Why are you laughing, old man! I'm lecturing my people, but you're laughing your ass off! If you laugh again, I'll sew your mouth shut!" Aunt Biao scolded her presbyopia again.
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Presbyopia was suddenly shocked and quickly covered his mouth, as if he was afraid that Mrs. Biao would rush over and sew his mouth shut.
When she saw Presbyopia's lack of courage, Mrs. Biao immediately turned her head with disdain and didn't bother to talk to him.
"Why does this cripple take so long to sweep the snow?" Aunt Biao muttered while placing the bowls and chopsticks.
At this time, the lame man finally pushed the door open and entered, holding a broom and dustpan in one hand and hurriedly closing the door with the other.
"Huh-huh-it's freezing me to death. It's really colder this year than last year!" The lame man staggered, threw his tools aside, and walked to the dining table.
"Come on, let me see what good food we can eat today!"
"Go away, wash your hands first before serving!" Aunt Biao warned, "I've said it a thousand times, and you still have a long memory, right? Be careful, I'll really twist your ears off one day!"
The lame man also limped to the backyard with his head drooped, and washed his hands honestly.
At this time, footsteps sounded on the stairs.
"Haha - I'm so sleepy!" The sleepy-eyed landlady walked down with lazy steps.
"You are too punctual to get up here. The food has just been put on the table and you are here!" He Yiqi joked.
"Tch, what does this mean? This means that I can accurately grasp the time and plan my sleep reasonably!" The proprietress put a hand on He Yiqi's little head, smoothed his chicken coop-like hair a little, and then sat down next to him. .
"Okay, since everyone is here, let's eat!" Aunt Biao selectively ignored the lame man who was still washing his hands outside and greeted everyone to eat.
The food on the table is very rich, with four dishes and one soup, all delicious and delicious.
Everyone also moved their chopsticks one after another.
The lame man arrived late at this time and had no time to complain. He quickly picked up his rice bowl and started eating.
"Come on, eat more of this meat. This meat is fresh meat that I bought from Butcher Li in Zhendong this morning. He just killed the pig this morning. By the way, I also specially left a rib to stew in soup. I guess you can drink it after you finish your meal. Save some space in your belly and I will bring you a bowl of soup later." Aunt Biao looked at He Yiqiu fondly.
The lame man beside him cast envious glances as usual.
He Yiqi was brought up by Aunt Biao when he was a child. Although Aunt Biao looked fierce in this small restaurant and often caught He Yiqi and scolded him, but in fact, she doted on He Yiqi very much. .
"But I still want to eat roasted sweet potatoes today!" He Yi said with abandon.
"I remember, I left a fire in the kitchen. I will bring a brazier over to roast sweet potatoes for you later. I can also put it in the house to keep warm and toast my hands and so on!" Aunt Biao said, "Yes. Come on, lame! I’m going to buy two bags of rice after dinner, but there’s no rice in the store!”
The lame man replied hummingly while picking up his rice.
The presbyopic man on the side was chewing something slowly, his brows were furrowed tightly, and he looked like something was wrong.
"Presbyopia, why are you grimacing? Is this dish not to your liking?" He Yiqi asked in confusion.
After eating Aunt Biao's food for so many years, He Yiqi has never felt that the food cooked by Aunt Biao is not delicious.
I don’t know what’s going on with my presbyopia today, but I’m looking like this.
"Why is the braised carp a little salty today?" Presbyopia finally couldn't help it, opened his withered lips and carefully spit out a mouthful of food into the palm of his hand.
The lame man on the side looked around and said with disdain, "You old man, I thought what was going on, but it turned out that you swallowed a fish thorn and pricked your mouth!"
He Yiqi also saw the ball of food mixed with blood and laughed.
Aunt Biao here looked even angrily at the presbyopic man who was still squinting his eyes trying to find the fish bone.
"The last bowl belongs to you, a damn old man, to wash. If I find you haven't washed it properly, just wait to be whipped!"
Aunt Biao decided on the punishment measures decisively, and Presbyopia could only nod her head in agreement.
"You have the guts to suspect that the food cooked by Aunt Biao is not delicious, haha! You deserve to be unlucky!" The proprietress on the side put a hand on He Yiqi's shoulder and laughed so hard that she fell forward and backward.
The room was soon filled with laughter, and this meal was
Spent in laughter.
After finishing the meal, Presbyopia put away the dishes and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
The lame man rolled up his sleeves, put his hands in his pockets, and prepared to go out to buy rice, but before leaving, Aunt Biao put a hat on his head.
After sending the cripple away, Aunt Biao worked for a while and brought out a brazier from the kitchen.
This heat source immediately made the room a little warmer.
Aunt Biao took the fire tongs and carefully fiddled with the flints to let them fully dissipate heat.
But He Yiqi, who was watching eagerly from the side, was more concerned about the big sweet potato in her hand!
"What are you in a hurry for? Go to the kitchen to scoop up a bowl of soup and drink it. Remember to ask Presbyopia to help you scoop it out. Don't burn yourself!" Aunt Biao warned.
He Yiqi ran to the kitchen obediently.
When He Yiqi came back from drinking the soup, Aunt Biao had already placed the big sweet potatoes on the iron shelf above the brazier.
The landlady and Mrs. Biao were warming their hands next to the brazier.
The green and delicate hands of the landlady were in sharp contrast to the calloused hands of Aunt Biao. He Yiqi also moved closer and stretched out his round little hands.
This scene looks very warm.
If He Yiqi could resist the temptation to poke the uncooked sweet potato without itching his hands, he should be able to get a complete, fragrant sweet potato without any burnt.
Unfortunately, he poked the sweet potato directly into the brazier.
By the time Aunt Biao used the tongs to pick out the sweet potatoes, the outer skin of the sweet potatoes had been burnt by the flint.
He Yiqi looked at the charred sweet potatoes sadly, feeling extremely regretful.
At this time, Aunt Biao comforted her, "Don't worry, these roasted sweet potatoes taste even more delicious!"
He Yi opened the sweet potato hesitantly. The aroma of roasted sweet potato immediately filled the whole room, and he couldn't help but take a bite of the golden sweet potato flesh.
He couldn't describe the deliciousness in words. He hurriedly broke off two sweet potatoes and stuffed them into the hands of Aunt Biao and the landlady. "You guys should try it too, it's really delicious!" He Yiqi said hurriedly.
Soon, he got a response from the satisfied expression on his face.
The proprietress unceremoniously snatched a large piece of sweet potato from his hand and ate it.
Several people were having a good meal in the store, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
