"Just bring some delicious foods you make during the Chinese New Year," said the old aunt. "You see that boy Ding Zhe is coming to play tomorrow. He said he brought a roast chicken. The fuck, Jiang Kuo, you come tomorrow too. The New Year alone is here and there is no food to eat, come here to eat."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo smiled.

"Did Ding Zhe make or buy the roast chicken?" Duan Ling said, "He was cheated by his mother last year."

Duan Feifan couldn't help laughing: "That's really maybe."

"Can this be deceived?" Jiang Kuo was very interested.

"He just felt that he didn't eat the roast chicken he made seriously," Duan Feifan said. "As a result, he didn't eat it after he bought it, and he brought it out for others to taste it."

Jiang Kuo laughed: "Then I can eat beef with beef Sandao."

"Have you eaten from other families?" Duan Feifan asked.

"I've eaten it," said Jiang Kuo, "Aunt Liu bought some, and it was eaten as soon as I ate it. My dad said it tasted roughly the same, but Niu Sandao's is more chewy and has several more fragrances. Is there a secret recipe?"

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I think it's the one I bought by Aunt Liu and I can't do..."

"Is there really no secret recipe?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I know all the ingredients I put in. After the old aunt has divided them, I put them in the pot, but the ratio is different from each store."

Jiang Kuo stuttered, thought about it and whispered: "From the future, I will say that there is a secret recipe, and the comparison is the secret recipe, the Beef Sandao secret sauce."

Duan Feifan also whispered: "What are you thinking about?"

"Let's talk about it after dinner." Jiang Kuo snapped his fingers.

The number of people in this meal and the meal was five, which was one less than when Jiang Kuo was having the New Year’s Eve dinner at home, but the amount of noisy was even higher than that of his family’s New Year’s Eve dinner.

Duan Ling is a little loudspeaker, talks a lot and her voice is bright. Uncle and aunt are very good at talking after drinking some wine.

In this case, in order to allow visitors to quickly integrate into the chat, the chat style is adopted.

"Duan Feifan was muddy when he was a child. He was about to be beaten when he quarreled with his father. He ran out naked and ran out to the market for a full rush." ​​Duan Ling said.

"I don't have it! No!" Duan Feifan shouted.

"I didn't sleep at night and insisted on getting rid of violence and safe. I took a stick and walked out to follow the market security guards to patrol the night. I was so scared that I didn't dare to turn around and think there was a thief following me!" said the old aunt.

"Facts prove that our security guards are really not good. He can't catch them..." Duan Feifan said.

"Later, he stole the butts of the chicken cut down and fed them to the dog," Duan Ling said.

"He beat up the kids in this market and forced them to call him Mr. Fan, no matter how big or small," said the old uncle. "At that time, I was worried that he would cause trouble all day long, but it was suddenly reliable to grow up."

"It's the rebellious period." Duan Feifan said.

"Whoever is rebellious in elementary school!" Duan Ling said, "It's a bit too early to rebel. He even collects money to send his female classmates home. Is this also rebellious?"

Jiang Kuo almost sprayed a sip of wine on the ground.

Duan Feifan was having fun.

The old aunt introduced Jiang Kuo to his business: "I will give you 50 cents once, and if I pack it a week, I will charge two yuan. Is it possible to get three on the way? Do you think he is bad?"

Jiang Kuo smiled even harder, but now he is worse than when he was a child. Now he dares to charge 900 yuan when he connects a washing machine water pipe.

After the meal, Jiang Kuo felt his face sore.

After packing up the dishes, Duan Feifan was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Jiang Kuo stood watching.

"You were very troublesome when you were a kid," he said.

"Rumor," Duan Feifan washed the dishes quickly, "Just listen, you can't believe it all."

"It's mainly because it sounds like you can do things," said Jiang Kuo, "not stiff at all."

"The children here are almost all this grown up," Duan Feifan said. "If you pick one up and shake it, there will be a lot of things like this."

"It's very cute." Jiang Kuo said.

"Your emotional intelligence suddenly soared." Duan Feifan glanced at him.

"Really," Jiang Kuo smiled, "It's really cute. I didn't do that when I was a kid."

"Isn't it also quite wild, the cannon said you did a lot of fishing like climbing trees," Duan Feifan said.

"Different," Jiang Kuo tilted his head and looked at his face, "My kind is just skipping class and going out to vent, what are you... what do you say..."

"The Vegetable Market Storm Records" said Duan Feifan.

"Yes," Jiang Kuo nodded, "That's what it feels."

"That's right, it's just this feeling," Duan Feifan smiled, "You really haven't seen any world in this regard."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo nodded again.

Duan Feifan turned off the faucet, hung the dishcloth, and turned to look at him: "How much have you drunk, Uncle Kuo?"

"It's only two drinks." Jiang Kuo said, "Let's go to the market and sober up."

"Okay." Duan Feifan said.

When he went out, Duan Ling shouted in the room: "You two are crazy, are you both walking around with the door closed! It's not cold!"

"I'll be back when it gets cold in a while." Jiang Kuo also shouted.

"Is it cold?" Duan Feifan asked.

"It's not cold," Jiang Kuo glanced at him. Duan Feifan had the dark green scarf around his neck, "You can give me a scarf too."

"...You are so embarrassed," Duan Feifan smiled, "I'll go to the mall tomorrow."

"Is there no market?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Isn't that row of streets outside the street a clothing store? There are always a few that open the door, right?"

Duan Feifan looked at him: "Do you know how much the clothes there cost?"

"What," Jiang Kuo also looked at him, "Are you afraid you can't afford it?"

"You're drunk too much," Duan Feifan stretched out his arms and hugged him, "Okay, go and see which one has the door open."

After walking forward for a few steps, they began to collide in the middle.

Jiang Kuo tskated: "It's all about this, there's still no tacit understanding at all."

Duan Feifan jumped with a smile and adjusted his pace.

There are several small shops in the row facing the street with doors open. After all, there is still a business that can come to the door when facing the street. As long as you don’t go home for the New Year, you will still strive to start your business.

Three are clothing stores, with scarves hanging on shelves.

However, Jiang Kuo did not find the color he liked.

"Don't there be a store that sells wool?" Jiang Kuo said, "just like the one I bought you a scarf that day."

"It's still the same kind," Duan Feifan thought for a while, "Then go a little further. There is a wool seller, but I don't know if the door is opened. His old lady can knit sweaters for people."

"Let's go." Jiang Kuo waved his arm.

The store is open, and halfway through, the old lady is not there, only an older sister is there, she is the old lady’s wife.

Because this store is not on the street, when I saw them squeeze in through the half-open store door, my elder sister had a moment of surprise and a hint of horror.

"Grandma isn't there?" Duan Feifan asked.

"At home," the eldest sister stared at him, "You are the one inside... that..."

"Niu Sandao." Duan Feifan smiled.

"Yes, I bought beef at your house," the eldest sister smiled, "Why did you come here to visit?"

"Look at the scarf." Duan Feifan said.

"Please choose, these are all," the eldest sister pointed to the scarf hanging on the wall. "The right is woven, the left is handmade, and the handmade one is a little more expensive."

"You choose." Duan Feifan touched Jiang Kuo.

There are quite a lot of styles of these scarves. Jiang Kuo looked at the handmade one. He had no special requirements. He took it down when he saw the dark green one. This one looked more like a couple style... He looked at Duan Feifan's one. Well, it actually doesn't look much. Even the color is not the same dark green.

But it doesn't matter, it's fine in the same color system.

He looked at the scarf and it was very thick and twisted flowers were woven on it.

"That's it." Jiang Kuo said. "Sister, how much does this cost?" Duan Feifan asked the eldest sister.

"This," the eldest sister came over and touched the scarf. "It usually sells two hundred..."

"Where is the price of an acquaintance?" Duan Feifan said.

The eldest sister smiled and said, "It's about one hundred and eight, it's handmade."

"One hundred and five." Duan Feifan said, "I only want the handmade ones."

"Take one hundred and six!" said the eldest sister, "This is real cashmere thread, which is very warm, thick and light..."

"Okay," Duan Feifan nodded, "Sister, please give me some gifts."

"Okay!" The elder sister took a piece of kraft paper with small flowers, rolled up the scarf, and tied a bow in the waist with a pink yarn.

Duan Feifan took the scarf. After the two left the store, he took Jiang Kuo back to the market from the side door next to it, and then found a shelter in the fruit and vegetable area, and handed the wrapped scarf to Jiang Kuo: "Come on, give it to you."

Jiang Kuo took it happily: "This packaging is quite stylish."
To be continued...