The group was taken to a simple visit to the first floor of the nursing home.

The person in charge has not led them upstairs for the time being because they were not coincidental. At this time, most of the elderly in the nursing home were taking lunch breaks. They would definitely make annoy them with the guests and photographers from the program team.

Then, unexpectedly, they were led into the large kitchen behind the nursing home.

Wanwan is no longer sleepy. She is born with yin energy, so she is uncomfortable staying in places with slightly heavier yin energy and cannot fall asleep at all.

The host who was in charge of the program cue process appeared in the kitchen at some point with a small radio device.

He was holding a very delicate bamboo basket in his hand and raised his hand to say hello to a few children.

"Welcome to the nursing home in Longshu Town. This afternoon we have a very important task, which concerns the diet of dozens of elderly people in the nursing home on the next Cold Food Festival."

Yan Shu stood beside Wanwan, turned her head and asked in a low voice: "What is the Cold Food Festival? Do you know about Wanwan?"

Wanwan tilted her head and thought for a while: "I heard that it seems that I can't make a fire that day."

When the host heard Wanwan's answer, he immediately pointed Wanwan: "Wanwan is right. The Cold Food Festival is to commemorate an ancient man named Jie Zitui during the Spring and Autumn Period. He and his old mother lived in seclusion in Mianshan and were accidentally burned to death. Therefore, the king of Jin at that time was grateful for his loyal ministers' ambitions, so he ordered a nationwide ban on fire and cold food to commemorate Jie Zitui."

Yan Shu said in confusion: "Why was Jie Zitui burned to death?"

Wanwan slapped her head and suddenly realized, "I remember that Jie Zitui was living in seclusion and refused to come out of the mountain, so the king set fire to the mountain and wanted to force him out."

"As a result, he and his mother were burned to death by the fire."

Wanwan said seriously with a small face, "Set the mountain and sit in the bottom of the prison."

"The emperor's behavior is now about going into the orange to step on the sewing machine."

Xia Zhihuai said in shock: "You even know how to step on the sewing machine stalk?"

Wanwan put her hands on her hips and looked at him with disdain for his shock: "Brother, who do you underestimate?"

The host couldn't help laughing and said, "Wanwan has a wide range of knowledge. Many children as old as you do not know the origin of various festivals in our country. You can say so well. It seems that your brother is very concerned about your education."

As Xia Zhihuai listened, he felt a little guilty.

To be honest, he has never made any substantial efforts in Wanwan's preschool education.

Wanwan learned a lot of knowledge from Huang Xikong. Although that person was an old antique from a thousand years ago, he absorbed new knowledge quickly and had a very, very wide range of knowledge.

Every time he discusses learning and education, he feels less guilty and often suspects that he forgot to bring his brain out when he is born.

...

The host opened the basket on the table and brought out several dishes of pastries and food from it.

"I just explained that the custom of the folk Cold Food Festival is to cook without making fires, so we have to prepare some foods that can be eaten on the Cold Food Festival in advance."

"The task this time is that four groups work together to complete the lunch menu required for the nursing home's Cold Food Festival."

Dian Dian held a bottle of milk, bit the straw, held Yu Boqun's hand, and asked in a low voice: "But we can't cook."

The host squatted down and pinched her little milk: "I know, but everyone's starting point is almost the same. The two brothers in Wanwan's group can't cook, so you have to learn to make three foods suitable for the Cold Food Festival this afternoon."

"The first type is peach blossom cake."

The host placed a stack of beautiful light pink pastries on the table, like blooming peach blossoms.

Wanwan looked at it on tiptoe and couldn't help but pull Xia Zhihuai's pants: "Brother, I want to eat, you have to work harder."

Xia Zhihuai pulled her pants back and refused her unilateral kidnapping.

"It is better to begging for yourself than asking others. If you want to work hard."

Xia Zhihuai stared at the pink and white peach blossom cake on the table and smelled the sweet smell. Can such a delicate white table be what he, a kitchen novices, think about?

It's so big!

...

The host then took out the second plate of snacks. Xia Zhihuai knew this thing and often ate it around Qingming Festival when he was a child.

Round, green and greasy, it is placed in a small white porcelain plate, like a small and exquisite work of art.

Qingtuan.

The third type is golden fried food, which should be called pineapple.

Xia Zhihuai remembers that it might be the name, but it is not very certain.

Diandian pointed to the flakes on the plate and exclaimed: "What a long French fries."

Yu Boqun hugged her and said with a smile: "Diandian, that's called "Shiba", also called "Shiba", not French fries."

"It looks like..." Diandian defended in a low voice.

Zheng He denied: "It's not like it. The fries are fried with potatoes, and this one seems to be..."

Zheng Xu reminded: "It's fried on the oily and water surface."

Wanwan didn't want to know what was made of, she was more concerned about other issues: "Can we eat these?"

The host smiled and said, "I want to eat."

Wanwan nodded eagerly, but she had never eaten it.

Foods that have never been tried are always full of temptation.

"You can eat if you want to eat. Supervise your brother to work harder. When he learns, you can eat when you want to."

Wanwan: "..." Isn't this the same as not saying it?

Relying on her brother's efforts, she will definitely not be able to eat this year's Cold Food Festival.

"The teacher responsible for guiding you has arrived. Next, please complete the task before 6 o'clock in the evening. I wish you success."

The host brought in three teachers and briefly introduced them, and then left the game decisively.

Several guests were confused when they listened to the instructor's explanation.

Especially when hearing that the peach blossom cake was going to be made into a mezzanine, several guests were confused from beginning to end.

Then, Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan, who were incompetent in the kitchen, were distributed to sifting rice noodles.

At first they thought sifting rice noodles was a simple physical job. After trying it a few times, Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai looked at each other and realized that something was wrong with this job.

The rice noodles they want to sifte are added with water. They can be formed as soon as they are grabbed and dissipated immediately after pressing.

The sieve may cost about 30 purposes, and both of them don’t understand this very well. Anyway, the master who taught the peach blossom cake after getting it said this.

Next, they both started sifting powder for nearly an hour, until their hands trembled, their eyes straightened, and even doubted their lives.

Because the sieving time was long, the rice noodles were dried before they were sieved.

If you fail, start over.

An hour later, Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan supported each other, sat on the plastic stool at the door, moving their stiff and sour arms and fingers.

It was not until this time that Xia Zhihuai finally stopped and looked around the kitchen for a whole time before finally realizing that Wanwan was not here.

...

Wanwan and a few friends went to the reading room in the building in front.

Several grandparents wearing reading glasses were sitting in the reading room reading, so they didn't dare to make any noise.

Zheng He is the oldest child and he recognizes words a lot, so he took a magazine called "Strange Talking" and sat in the corner and whispered to his three friends about the strange stories in the book.

A few little kids were particularly eye-catching in the reading room. An old man sitting in a wheelchair next to him noticed them and heard Zheng He talk about the "Wonders of the Rooftop".

As a result, at the end of the story, I found that this article is being serialized.

Several children suddenly scratched their hearts and turned the book over and over again, but they couldn't find the following text.

The old man smiled and said, "It is estimated that it will take another two weeks to see the story in this book. A new issue of the book will be released every month."

"You want to hear such strange stories, so do our nursing homes."

Dian Dian held the doll he had just taken from the bookshelf and grabbed the doll and asked, "Is there a Guigui in the nursing home?"

The old man couldn't help laughing: "I don't know this either, but I can tell you a rumor about our nursing home."

Wanwan: "What rumors? I want to hear them."

Zheng He raised his hand: "I want to do it too."

Yan Shu hid to Wanwan's side: "I'm a little scared, but..."

"I want to hear it."

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you. The exterior walls of our nursing home are red, so this story is also called the Red Chamber Story."

"You have visited the first floor in the afternoon. In fact, there is a very strange house in the nursing home, which is located at the westernmost end of the first floor. It used to be a room where people could live."
Chapter completed!