The north wind blew, the snowflakes drifted, a heavy snowstorm came overnight, thousands of pear trees bloomed, it snowed non-stop for three days, and no one walked on the road.

Time just entered seventy-nine years, and God rewarded me with a heavy snowfall.

People say that quilts and pillows match better on snowy days. Chen Dahe fully agrees with this and practices it unswervingly.

So I slept until the wind stopped and the snow stopped at three o'clock in the morning. I was so energetic that I couldn't close my eyes no matter what, and still refused to get up. It wasn't until the smell of food came from the main room that I grabbed the cotton-padded jacket lying on the bedside, pulled it into the bed and covered myself with it.

Minutes later, he put it on directly under the quilt and wrapped it around his body. Then he unsteadily lifted the quilt and got out of bed, dressed neatly and walked out of the room.

"Third brother, you're such a slacker," Chen Jihong sat at the dinner table and looked at Chen Dahe with a shy face.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Chen Dahe, who was despised by his little sister, looked at ease. He was really not bragging. With his current thick skin, it was not enough to block the shells, but it was more than enough to block the bullets. The little sister was not even a thatch.

Yes, I don't feel it at all.

He first went to the back of the house to wash his face and brush his teeth, and then walked to the dining table expressionlessly. When the younger sister wasn't paying attention, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and picked her up, then carried her on his shoulders and rocked her back and forth, "How dare you laugh at your third brother?

This is really outrageous, let’s see how I treat you.”

"Hahahaha, Third Brother, I don't dare," Chen Jihong struggled on Third Brother's shoulder, but he couldn't get rid of Third Brother's arm. On the contrary, he was knocked so hard that he couldn't stop laughing.

"Okay, okay, how old you are, but still so childish," Huang Yuzhi came over with bowls and chopsticks, "Hurry up and put Xiaohong down, be careful."

"Okay," Chen Dahe put the little girl on the ground with his backhand, and ran around the main room several times with someone on his back. He still didn't blush and was out of breath, which showed that he really didn't exercise in vain in the past two years.

On the contrary, Chen Jihong's face was flushed, and he was panting and unable to stand still. He pulled Chen Dahe's arm and said coquettishly, "Third brother is dead, you have to compensate me."

"Okay," Chen Dahe pulled the bench and sat down. He picked up the little girl and put her on the other side of the bench. "How about I bring you a big fish tomorrow?"

"I don't want fish," Chen Jihong pouted, "I already have a lot of fish at home."

"Then what do you want?" Chen Dahe looked at the dinner table, his chopsticks already stretched out, "Hey, Mom, what a good day it is today, do you have a plate of fried fish?"

Generally, there are only two dishes on the Chen family's dinner table, a large plate of fried vegetables, a bowl of pickles, and occasionally a bowl of squeezed chili peppers, and then the sweet potato rice that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. In fact, the production team only distributed a lot of meat a few days ago.

Fish, but that is reserved for important occasions. Today is not a holiday, but there is a large plate of fried fish on the table. Although it is cat fish as big as a finger, it is fried and dried, and it is delicious when eaten in the mouth.

Crispy and crunchy, it is an authentic dish of delicious food.

"Why, you can't eat fish unless it's a festival," Huang Yuzhi was in a good mood and opened Chen Dahe's chopsticks with a smile, "Wait until your father comes back before using the chopsticks."

"Okay," Chen Dahe put down his chopsticks, "What you said is right, but let me guess, are there any guests coming to the house today?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly stretched out his hands and claws, grabbed two small fish, and stuffed one into the little girl's mouth. When he retracted his hand, he threw the other one into his mouth.

"Well, the fried fish made by mom is really delicious." Chen Dahe gave a thumbs up and flattered him, "I think even the chefs in the provincial capital can't compare to it. Their guest house should really invite mom to come over."

"You're the chef from the province, have you been to the county? Go over there," Huang Yuzhi started to chase people away, "How old are you? If I ask you to stay at the table for a while, why don't you eat?"

"Okay, okay," Chen Dahe walked to the side with his little sister in his arms with a playful smile, "Mom, if we have guests today, just a plate of fried fish won't do."

"Oh, you still worry about this," Huang Yuzhi looked at him sideways, "I think you want to eat it yourself."

"It's all the same, little sister, do you want to eat it?" Chen Dahe put up a united front and asked, licking his face in the little girl's expectant eyes, "Is there any braised pork?"

"The braised pork is delicious!" The little girl's mouth was almost drooling.

Huang Yuzhi looked at him with squinting eyes, "I don't have the braised pork. Do you want the braised pork?"

"Ah? Pig butt?" Chen Dahe suddenly became dejected, "Forget it, let's leave the good stuff to the guests."

"Look at you like that," Huang Yuzhi shook her head in disgust, turned around and took out another bowl from the kitchen, "This one is for you."

Chen Dahe took the big bowl, and his eyes suddenly lit up. The bowl was full of vegetables, and underneath was the shiny braised pork. The pork belly was made from the best, which was his favorite. He picked up his chopsticks and was about to start eating.

After eating, he raised his head and looked at his mother.

Huang Yuzhi knew what her son was going to say, so she smiled and said, "I've reserved it for your eldest brother and second sister. This is yours."

The two of them immediately took off their chopsticks, their mouths full and there was no room to talk at all.

Huang Yuzhi smiled and shook her head. The third son has become smarter and more sensible in the past two years, but he also has more minor problems. It would be nice to have a piece of meat to eat these days. He is also very picky.

If you don’t eat here, you won’t eat there. You must dress neatly every time, and even a patch must be sewn inside. I have never seen any rural children like this.

The two pairs of chopsticks were inserted very quickly, and a large bowl of fish went into the stomachs of Chen Dahe and the younger sister. The two of them had half of the bowl of food, and no one took more. Of course, it was Chen Dahe's share, and the younger sister Chen Jihong could share it.

They couldn't eat him. The fat braised pork, the crispy fried fish, the two of them ate it without even eating. This would have been unimaginable thirty or forty years later, but in this era

, but it is a completely normal thing.

Putting the bowl on the table, Huang Yuzhi had already brought out all the dishes, a large plate of green vegetables, a plate of fried fish, a large bowl of braised pork, a small bowl of pickles on the side, and a pot of stewed potatoes and radish in the middle.

The chicken is at this level during Chinese New Year, so no matter who comes as a guest, it can be done well in terms of dignity.

The Chen family’s dining table is different from other families. It is a large square wooden table with the middle hollowed out. A sealed wooden shelf hangs underneath, and a layer of iron plate is covered on top. In winter, a small stove can be placed on it.

Under the iron plate, the fire heats the iron plate, and the dishes are placed on the table without fear of getting colder as they are eaten. The middle of the iron plate can be lifted up and can be used to make hot pot. The edges of the dining table are made of thick wood, so it will not burn your hands.

This table was the handiwork of Chen Dahe. I don’t know if there was anyone in the commune. Anyway, the entire Shangshan Brigade had only one share, otherwise Huang Yuzhi would not have brought the dishes to the table so early.

Not long after, the sound of Kazikazi stepping on the snow came from outside the house. Chen Dahe stood up and opened the door. His eyes were stung by the sunlight reflected by the heavy snow. After squinting for a few seconds, he saw his father, Chen Deshan, carrying

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties walked home, and the two people following behind him were his eldest brother and his second sister.

"Hey, it turns out it's Secretary Zhao who's here," Chen Dahe greeted him with a smile, "I was wondering why there were magpies chirping this morning. It turns out we really have a distinguished guest here."

"Go, go," Zhao Dehua waved his hand at Chen Dahe angrily, "Your magpie still comes out to call when it's snowing."
Chapter completed!