Panguan

Lu Wenjuan smiled brightly and turned her eyes to the sofa again.

Xia Qiao also jumped up quickly, pushing Lao Mao to follow his brother and Boss Xie in a hurry, not daring to stay for a moment longer.

The dining table is placed in the hall. It is an old-fashioned Eight Immortals table. The paint color is half faded, but you can still see that it was bright red when it was new. The high-backed wooden chairs are also matching.

There are four sets of bowls and chopsticks neatly placed on the table. The bowls are round bowls with blue edges and the chopsticks are round wooden chopsticks half-coated with red paint. There is a small ball of white rice in the bowl, and the chopsticks are inserted vertically into the firm rice grains.

At first glance, there are four sets of sacrifices.

Anyone who is timid will not be able to sit down after seeing these. But except for Xia Qiao, who was not a human being, there was no one who was timid at all.

So they quickly sat down, then pulled their chopsticks out of the rice and set them aside.

The next moment, Lu Wenjuan came out of the kitchen holding a round plate in one hand.

At that moment, several people at the table felt that this scene seemed familiar. Immediately afterwards, Lu Wenjuan said something that was even more familiar to them——

She said: The hot dumplings are here.

The two large round plates were filled with white and bulging dumplings, exuding the aroma of steamed pasta and steaming from the hot pot.

It looks scalding hot, but it feels like falling into an ice cave.

It's a bit heavy, can you help me? Lu Wenjuan was still smiling, but the more she looked, the weirder she looked.

When Wen Shi reached out to take the dumpling plate, she realized that the reason why she felt weird was because every time she smiled, the curvature of her eyes and lips were always the same.

In other words, every time she smiles, it's like copying and pasting.

Uncle Wu sent these dumplings in the evening. Lu Wenjuan explained, By the way, Uncle Wu is our village chief. He is very kind and his cooking is excellent, especially dumplings. The skin he rolls out is just right. Okay, it has a chewy bite and the filling is delicious. Every time he makes dumplings, he will send some from door to door, so you guys are here at a very good time!

She put the plate in the middle of everyone and said, You must try it. He also added a bonus. You can try to see if you can eat it.

If she said more, Xia Qiao's face would turn paler. By the time she finished saying this, Xia Qiao's face turned pale.

Perhaps because he was unwilling to give up, he asked Lu Wenjuan in a daze: What kind of lottery?

Lu Wenjuan said: One of them contained money.

Xia Qiao: ...

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with dead silence.

Eat it? The dumplings have to be hot, otherwise they won't taste right when they are cold. Lu Wenjuan urged enthusiastically.

Wen Shi and Xie Wen looked at each other, held up their chopsticks, and each took one from the plate. Once the two of them used their chopsticks, Lao Mao became rude. He picked up a dumpling and bit it on the spot. Then he said um and said, It's a fennel dumpling. You don't have any money to eat it.

When I smelled it, I took a bite and took a look. It was also fennel, and there was no so-called bonus.

Looks like you're not very lucky. Xie Wen also said something to Lu Wenjuan.

Lu Wenjuan was very happy to see them eating crispy food. For a moment, her shoulders slumped, as if she was relieved for something.

She pushed the plate forward again and said, It doesn't matter. Besides, maybe the prize will be in the next one.

I ate very little when I smelled it, so fennel dumplings should have a strong smell, but the ones in front of me had no anise flavor. To be precise, it seems to have no smell at all, just like chewing wax.

Xie Wen also spoke slowly and calmly. Only Lao Mao ate very deliciously, purring as if he was not in a cage, but sitting on the second floor of Xipingyuan, cooking meat.

He was so fast that he emptied one plate like a whirlwind and reached for the second plate with his chopsticks.

There was probably no one like him before, and Lu Wenjuan was dumbfounded. But she quickly came to her senses and turned to look at Xia Qiao: Why don't you move your chopsticks? Isn't it to your liking?

Such a good dumpling, it would be a pity not to eat it... Lu Wenjuan said exactly the same thing as on TV.

Xia Qiao was so speechless that he couldn't hold his breath.

He almost said that he had no appetite, but suddenly he remembered the Rapunzel who didn't eat the dumplings on TV, and the dull sound of the ax chopping...

He immediately became excited, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this point, they finally realized that what was playing on TV was not a horror movie.

That horse-riding thing is clearly a threat film.

As for the so-called lottery, they didn't see any trace until Lao Mao dropped the last dumpling.

Chapter 63 Fantasy

Let's drink some soup, the original soup will turn into original food. Lu Wenjuan muttered, and gave everyone another bowl of soup.

She kept busy, finishing the soup and getting the rag. The water in the kitchen was gurgling. After scrubbing the rag, she wiped the stove hard.

The most old-fashioned earthen stove is still used here, with two huge iron pots on it, and a kettle for boiling water in the small round hole in the middle. She took a bamboo brush and used the water in the pot to brush the flour stained dough on the edge of the pot.

The water had obviously just boiled, and her hands were completely soaked in it, but she didn't even know it was hot.

There is a glass window in the kitchen facing the hall. There are matchboxes, empty cans and other debris piled on the window sill, and the glass is also covered with a layer of dust.

She was immersed in her work, but her eyes turned to the end of her eyes. From there, she glanced out through the glass window and silently stared at the few people in the hall.