Listening to the laughter coming from outside the house, Grandma Chen's face turned black and black. Oh, she talked and laughed to your granddaughter, and she was not even as good as me. However, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If the old man really got angry, she would still be a little scared.

Chen Yubin's eyes brightened, and Xiaoxi's image in his mind became a little taller. At this time, his grandfather's face was so dark and he was so angry that only his sister could make him laugh, and only his sister dared to make him laugh. Sometimes she envied her sister, why wasn't she afraid of her grandfather's black face? She could still talk and laugh with him, but she couldn't do it.

When I returned to the house, Xiaoxi cleaned his hands and directly stirred the red potato mud with his hands. He found that it had been pounded into a paste. So he cleaned his hands again, wiped the water on his hands, grabbed two handfuls of glutinous rice flour, and then scattered a few handfuls of flour into the basin.

"Hehe...Mother-in-law, you put the flour into the red potato mud, I can't hold it." Xiaoxi looked at Grandma Chen with a flattering look, looking like you are the most powerful.

Unfortunately, Grandma Chen didn't even raise her head, so she didn't see her flattering look. However, when she was lucky enough to see Chen Yubin, she covered her mouth and laughed muffled. Xiaoxi glanced at him angrily, but Chen Yubin laughed even more vigorously.

Grandma Chen was a little involved in Xiaoxi because of what happened just now, so she didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Mother-in-law..." However, Xiaoxi was thick-skinned and didn't care about her hot face that was against someone's cold butt, and continued to scream in a pleasing manner.

"Okay, okay, I'm not a deaf person, I'm just screaming, urging my life." After screaming a few times, Grandma Chen had a dark face and still stood up, but she was muttering. "Get out of the way."

Xiaoxi smiled "hehe" and hurriedly gave her seat, jumped aside, and sat next to Chen Yubin to burn the fire.

After taking over, Grandma Chen hung her face. Because she was unhappy, she felt energetic and could only hear the "Peng Peng" sound of the basin and the table colliding.

Xiaoxi pretended not to hear these sounds, touched Chen Yubin's hair, and it was all dried up, and then reached into his back.

Chen Yubin was almost twisted into a twisted shape, "Hehe... itchy, sister, I'm itchy, hehe..."

Xiaoxi patted his back lightly, "Don't move, let me see if the clothes on your back are wet." As he said that, he put his hand into his clothes.

The back was all dry, but it was a little sticky, and the autumn clothes that were close to the skin were all wet. He hurriedly withdrew his hands and said with distress and anger: "The clothes behind you are all wet, hurry up and bake for a while."

He asked him to turn around, face the fire, and then pulled down the zipper of his cotton jacket and took off the cotton jacket. Because there was still a pullover sweater, it was difficult to take off, so he didn't take it off. He rolled the sweater upwards, revealing the wet autumn clothes inside, and roasted them directly against the fire.

"Come on, put on the jacket like this so as not to catch a cold." Xiaoxi shook his clothes, and instead faced Chen Yubin with the zipper. Chen Yubin stretched out his arms as he spoke and put the clothes on.

After a while, waves of white smoke rose from his back.

"Xiaoxi, I've pounded all these red beans. Come and see, isn't it like this?" Old Master Chen brought a basin from outside the house. Their habits were far away and they started shouting.

Upon hearing this, Xiaoxi and Chen Yubin looked over at each other. However, Xiaoxi took the time to glance at Grandma Chen on the way, and saw that she quickly glanced at Old Master Chen, then withdrew her gaze and continued to work.

The speed was so fast that if Xiao Xifuzhi hadn't seen Mr. Chen's voice, he would have looked over, otherwise he would not have noticed it. His cautious look made Xiao Xi laugh. He thought to himself: This side of mother-in-law is rare, and I actually saw it twice today, which is not easy!

Mr. Chen put the red bean paste pot on the dining table in front of Xiaoxi. Seeing that she was still staring at the door with a smile on her face, she looked back curiously, but there was nothing at the door, so she shook her hand in front of her, "Hey, Xiaoxi, why are you still stupid?"

After coming to his senses, Xiaoxi smiled embarrassedly at him. Unexpectedly, he became stunned.

"Look, can I make this look good? If not, I'll get another one." Mr. Chen didn't take her daze just now, and asked at the red bean paste in the basin.

"Wait a minute." After washing his hands, Xiaoxi grabbed a handful of red bean paste and twisted it with his thumb and index finger. There were no particles anymore, and it was very delicate when pinching it in his hand. He roughly turned over the bottom of the pot and mashed it all, without particles, and the touch was delicate. This is bean paste.

"Okay, that's all." I grabbed a few handfuls of sugar and evenly put them into the bean paste. Because the red beans are not sweet, I need to add some sugar to increase the sweetness.

At this moment, Grandma Chen had already put the red potato dough in her mouth and sat back to the fire without hesitation.

He brought the bean paste to the chopping board, "Master, you all come."

Mr. Chen passed by very readily, and Grandma Chen got up slowly and moved over step by step.

"Master, madam, watch." Seeing that both of them were coming, Xiaoxi pulled a small ball of rice from the pumpkin dough, rolled it in his hands, pressed a small hole, dug a small ball of bean paste and stuffed it in, sealed the hole, and then rolled it in his hands, put it on the chopping board and pressed it into a cake shape with his palms, which was not too round.

"Just like this, you are used to making dumplings, and you know how to make them. It's the end, and you have to flatten them. I have little strength and uneven pressure, so you can make them." With a smile on "Haha", Xiaoxi retired.

He sat back to the fire and grabbed Chen Yubin who was about to come forward to help, "Come on, don't worry, let's do our job." He moved the red potato dough basin closer and taught him how to make red potato meatballs.

"This is like the one who makes dumplings, but it's fine if you don't wrap the filling, just roll it. It's simple." After one is finished, it throws it into an empty basin aside.

What is like means what is like.

Xiaoxi absent-mindedly spoke to Chen Yubin, looking up at the two people in front of the chopping board. There was a little distance between them. Although they were silent, the two of them cooperated tacitly.

Look, the bean paste-filled basin was a little far away, and Grandma Chen struggled to dig it up. Old Master Chen helped to move the basin to her. As he moved, he moved his grandma Chen and exchanged a seat with the basin containing pumpkin cakes.

Now, it is convenient for Grandma Chen to make pumpkin cakes, but it is troublesome to put them in the basin. Mr. Chen simply waited for Grandma Chen to make one, and then took it and put it in the basin.

Well, although both of them didn't speak, there was no such a stalemate atmosphere, and the atmosphere was relatively harmonious.

"Sister, sister~" Chen Yubin pushed Xiaoxi in a daze, and ignored him after screaming for a long time. He suddenly felt impatient and his voice became a little louder.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Xiaoxi, who came to his senses, blinked innocently, unaware of Chen Yubin's rolling eyes and impatience.

"Look, how did I do it?" Show Xiaoxi the red potato balls held in the palm of his hand.

"Well, just like that, what you did later must be the same size. Don't be too different, otherwise it will be difficult to explode." Xiaoxi was worried and instructed again.

"I know, I've made dumplings." He just thought the one he made was very good and wanted to show it to her, but he didn't know how to make dumplings. Since he was sensible, he has his own servings of dumplings every year.

At first, he was not as tall as the chopping board, so he built a bench and stood on the bench to help him pack it. Later, he didn’t need a bench. It can be said that he is also a veteran when making dumplings.

Xiaoxi didn't take his anger to heart, "Okay, you are amazing, you are the best, the red potato balls you made are the best, this is OK." Jingzi rolled his eyes at him.

"Hehe... that's it." The stinky fart raised, and I didn't know how to write the word "humility".

Ignoring his stinky fart, he glanced outside the door, and seeing that it was getting dark, he accelerated his speed in his hand.

Almost half a pot of red potato balls were almost there, Xiaoxi shouted to Mr. Chen: "Master, we have already made half a pot of red potato balls here. I am afraid that if I keep them for a long time, it will be difficult to make it later, otherwise I will start to fry it now?"

Mr. Chen looked back at the pumpkin pie that had been filled with half a basin. It was indeed, these things could easily stick together after being stored for a long time. "Okay, I'll bring the oil bucket over." After washing my hands, I went out.

There are three 50 kilogram oil barrels at home, all placed in the room next to the bedroom, such as rice, flour and grain. There is also a 5 kilogram plastic barrel in the kitchen, which is also used to hold rapeseed oil. A full bucket of oil is filled with it, and then put it in after eating it, so that it tastes convenient and clean.

Xiaoxi stood up, scooped water and washed the pot, sat back to the stove, and boiled the pot.

Pour half a pot of oil and cook it over low heat. Don’t dare to burn too much, otherwise the fried items will easily burn.

Looking at the half pot of oil in the pot, Xiaoxi remembered the incident of "cooking" oil at home a few years ago.

Here they call oil pressing collectively called oil pumping because they are all made of machines.

At that time, the rapeseed oil was not yet advanced because the machine was not advanced, so the process of stir-frying rapeseed was not as good as the rapeseed oil. Therefore, the rapeseed oil was astringent and not ordinary astringent mouth. The fried vegetables were simply difficult to swallow.

Therefore, the fresh rapeseed oil that has just been cooked needs to be processed again, which is to "boil" rapeseed oil.

Pour it all into the pot, set the firewood to "cook" the oil until it boils, remove the astringent smell, scoop it all up, wait until it cools down, and then put it in the oil bucket. This way you can eat it normally.

Because I have to make more than 100 kilograms of rapeseed oil every year, and I have to boil lard, that is, meat oil, at home every year, I can't finish it in a year and there is a surplus.
Chapter completed!