"Well, it's up to you. Don't go now. Don't make trouble for county magistrate Zhang and village head."

Han Dazhuang nodded his head reluctantly and said nothing more. Instead, he followed Su Hongshan back to the yard. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he said:

"eat wonton in the evening."

Su Hongshan stumbled at her feet.

When others eat wonton, they eat wonton, but Han Dazhuang eats wonton...

is that wonton?

Even if a few people pack together, it is not enough for him to eat.

"Must you?"

Su Hongshan took a puff from the corner of her mouth.

Han Dazhuang took a deep look at him: "Zhang, they all have it."

"..."

Leng is that Su Hongshan, who has heard the grievance from his words, deeply regrets that she did not cook a bowl of wonton for Zhang county magistrate and others just now.

At that time, if you cooked him a bowl, it was just a bowl.

Cooking wonton in the evening is not only a bowl, but also a pot...

No, it is estimated that one pot is not enough.

So, after Zhang's family left, Su Hongshan called for the beginning of autumn, the beginning of summer and the beginning of winter, together with Yu Niang Fen's mother, and the daughter-in-law of the village head who did not dare to come to ask about the situation until the county magistrate's family came...

seven people began to make wonton until it was almost dark and cooked several large pots.

Until Su Shitou, Han Xiaoshan and Han Xiaoya came back from the village school, they were stunned when they saw a large bowl of wonton in the dining room.

"Mom, do you want wonton today?" Han Xiaoya asked happily.

But Su Shitou and Han Xiaoshan are both distressed. They look at Su Hongshan and Han Dazhuang at the same time. A trace of complaint flashed in their eyes.

How difficult it is to make wonton. What's more, my father (brother-in-law) ate so much and wrapped so much that my mother (sister) was so tired.

Does Dad (brother-in-law) know that when they eat wonton at night, they don't know how to stop?

I'm not afraid that my mother (sister) is tired.

After receiving their complaining eyes, Han Dazhuang was stunned, somewhat baffled, but continued to eat wonton without saying a word.

Don't mention that the lady's craft is not so good. No wonder he was so greedy when he smelled the three bites of wonton in Zhangjia.

It's delicious.

Su Shitou and Han Xiaoshan looked at him like that and shook their heads helplessly.

Han Xiaoshan suddenly calm face to Su Hongshan way: "Niang, do not pack wonton, dumplings do not want to pack."

His father had such a big appetite that he could only be fed with a bag. However, his mother was still afraid that his father would not have enough to eat. She cooked a lot of rice every time.

God knows that Dad's stomach is a bottomless hole. It's estimated that he can eat it even if he's twice as old.

Such a stomach to eat wonton dumplings is not only a waste, but also tiring.

Su Shitou also followed with a nod: "yes, dumplings and wonton are not delicious, sister later do not want to do."

However, Su Shitou was quick to pick up the wonton in the bowl. After eating, he let people fill a bowl, and could not see that the little bit was not delicious.

Su Hongshan looked helplessly shaking her head and said: "eat slowly, so much, tube full."

"Sister, I really don't want to pack any more. It's really not delicious."

Su Shitou finished three bowls, wiped his mouth, and looked dignified.

Then Han Xiaoshan nodded solemnly.

Han Xiaoya's eating is slow. She hasn't finished eating yet. Her brother and uncle said that it was not delicious. Her eyes were full of doubts:

"brother, uncle, if it's not delicious, how can you eat so much? You've eaten a bowl more than usual."

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