After breakfast, the family of four sat at home and watched TV. It was the cat's winter.

Five or six years ago, the men at home would find a sunny wall to play chess and chat in groups; while the women would gather together to knit sweaters, tie shoe soles, or embroider.

Later, when life became richer, I didn’t have to make my own sweaters and shoes. It was indeed a lot more convenient, but the human touch was also a lot less...

During the Spring Festival, the most frequently broadcast film and television dramas on TV stations are the remakes of the four famous classics. Although they have watched them many times, Zhou Yan’s parents still watch them with gusto.

Miss Qin, who was a little reluctant at first, followed and watched for a while, and was also fascinated...

Seeing that the monkey was about to be pinned down by Tathagata, I suddenly remembered the loud voice unique to the countryside shouting outside the door: "Uncle, is there anyone at home?"

"come in!"

Zhou Yan's cousin who chose a house was stunned for a moment when he saw Qin Ruoshu after entering the door, and then he joked with Zhou Yan with a smile: "Brother, are you taking your wife home to celebrate the New Year?"

Zhou Yan nodded: "Absolutely!"

Father Zhou Yan pulled over a plastic stool and handed it over.

"Third Uncle, I'll stand here for a while and then leave." The cousin didn't go around too much, "Third Uncle, will your family kill pigs during the Chinese New Year this year?"

"Kill," Zhou Yan's father smiled, "As for how many animals to kill, it depends on the situation."

"Oh," my cousin nodded and looked back at Mrs. Zhou Yan, "Third Aunt, you have been growing vegetables in your greenhouse for several years. I still don't know what they look like."

Mrs. Zhou Yan smiled: "If you want to eat vegetables, just say so, no need to beat around the bush..."

My cousin smiled honestly...

The plastic greenhouse of Zhou Yan's family was built with the leftover materials from the pig farm built at home. In order to make it easier to eat vegetables, Zhou Yan's father built it directly behind his house. Some common vegetables are grown in it, such as

Eggplant, cucumber, celery, spinach, rape, leek, etc.

These originally inconspicuous vegetables have become scarce in winter. Neighbors nearby will usually borrow some vegetables from Mrs. Zhou Yan when they have guests.

Zhou Yan’s father and mother have no intention of profiting from the greenhouse. As long as someone utters a word, they will lead them into the greenhouse to pick some vegetables...

When Zhou Yan saw his father and mother taking his cousin who was choosing a house out the door, he took a hollow plastic basin from the kitchen cabinet and handed it to Miss Qin.

"what?"

"Go pick strawberries!"

The strawberries were planted by Mr. Zhou after the National Day. They only occupied a corner in the greenhouse of nearly an acre. Moreover, when planting, Mr. Zhou also kept a careful eye on the outside of the strawberry field.

Kidney beans and cucumbers were set up. Few people in the village knew that there were strawberries in Zhou Yan’s greenhouse...

When Zhou Yan and Qin Ruoshu entered the greenhouse with plastic baskets, the cousin who chose the room had already walked out with cucumbers and beans.

After seeing his cousin off, Mr. Zhou smiled at Zhou Yan: "The strawberries are inside, many of them are already ripe..."

Although most strawberries are still green, a considerable number have turned attractive red.

Qin Ruoshu was not familiar with the countryside, so she was a little surprised when she saw the dazzling array of strawberries: "Brother, growing strawberries in winter should be more profitable than raising pigs, right?"

"That's what you say," Zhou Yan smiled helplessly, "but your father-in-law has no business acumen and is able to grow strawberries. He was just bewitched by your mother-in-law, saying that there are some fruits during the New Year, which will be convenient for giving gifts..."

"Ah..." Qin Ruoshu was really swayed by the Buddhist sect of the old Zhou family.

"Besides, you've seen the watermelon in the summer," Zhou Yan smiled helplessly, "The old man just remembers it, and there's no certainty about it, so just let him go!"

As he spoke, Zhou Yan bent down, picked a ripe strawberry, and put it in a basin...

"I think this is good!"

Qin Ruoshu took a peek at the strawberries in Zhou Yan's basin, hesitated for a moment, then quietly stretched out her hand to twist the strawberries. Just as she was about to put them in her mouth, Zhou Yan caught her.

"Boss, you put it in your mouth without washing it?"

Then, Qin Ruoshu could only watch helplessly as Zhou Yan put the strawberries back into the basin.

I want to turn appetite into strength!

Qin Ruoshu curled up her arms and blew into her fists. The pots ran into another patch of strawberries. She bent down and searched carefully...

"Yes!"

After the first one, the second one, and the third one were quickly "accounted for".

In less than half an hour, the two of them filled up Shi Sansi Cun's small pot.

"Let's go here first today, wait for the remaining ones to ripen before we pick them..."

The eldest lady had no choice but to reluctantly leave the plastic greenhouse full of treasures.

Just when the eldest lady thought she could have a good meal after washing herself, her great cause of "making rice" was ruined by Zhou Yan.

"Eating too much fruit in winter can cause diarrhea, and these strawberries haven't been washed yet, right?"

This made the eldest lady very depressed. She quietly pulled Zhou Yan aside and threatened "viciously": "Brother, if you don't find a way for me to let me eat the strawberries, I will never end it with you!"

I can only make desserts.

However, the conditions at home were limited and there was no oven. After struggling for a while, Zhou Yan pressed some strawberries into jam and then used a pan to make a batch of strawberry jam cookies.

Qin Ruoshu enjoyed the meal, but Zhou Yan's move aroused my desire to do it.

"Son, how about we make some burnt leaves!"

"Jiaoye?" Miss Qin, who was enjoying the delicious food, her eyes lit up when she heard the name of the dessert, "I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."

"When Shitou was a child," Mrs. Zhou Yan lovingly wiped the cookie residue from the corner of Qin Ruoshu's mouth, "every year we would fry coke leaves at home and make some other snacks..."

Mrs. Zhou Yan is a person of action. After thinking about it, she immediately started to take action, kneading dough and rolling out dough.

After working for a while, Mrs. Zhou Yan stopped, looked at Qin Ruoshu who was a little surprised, and smiled: "It's not bad. After so many years, I can still remember the general steps..."

My mother was making charred leaves, and Zhou Yan was not idle either. He made the so-called traditional desserts of Mi San Dao and Yang Jiao Mi.

After a busy morning, the family received a large table full of various traditional desserts.

After the excitement passed, Mrs. Zhou Yan regretted slightly: "It seems that I did a little too much!"

"Not much," Qin Ruoshu happily picked up a coke leaf covered in sugar juice, put it into her mouth, and bit off a corner, "It's fragrant and crispy. It's much more delicious than the ones sold outside...

…”

Then, Mrs. Zhou Yan didn’t cook for lunch, so the whole family had a meal of desserts.

As a result, before the afternoon, the news that "Zhou Zhenghai's wife made a big pot of snacks for the children" spread throughout the village.

In the evening, Mrs. Zhou Yan, who heard the rumor when she went out to visit, took Zhou Yan off the kang and cooked a serious meal.

However, the deal was done. In the evening, waves of neighbors came to the house who wanted to watch the fun, which made Mrs. Zhou Yan very depressed, but it was difficult to get angry.

Of course, most of the neighbors who were watching the fun were drunkards who were not interested in drinking. After seeing the snacks Zhou Yan made for her daughter-in-law, they quickly changed the subject.

"Third Aunt, are you going to the market tomorrow? I plan to buy dozens of kilograms of rice..."

Mrs. Zhou Yan raised her head and looked at her son who was picking up food for his girlfriend: "Ask your eldest brother, he will drive tomorrow..."
Chapter completed!