Siheyuan: Superintendent at the beginning, wife Reba!

Zhang Chengfei was surprised by Zheng Guangming's words. He couldn't help but stop gluing the matchbox and looked at him and asked, "Why don't you go to Sijiucheng?"

"Isn't it nice for the whole family to be together neatly?"

Zheng Guangming also stopped moving his hands, lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on his lower eyelids, looking sad.

Although he was blind and could not see, Zhang Chengfei always felt that he saw an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

He told Zhang Chengfei that recently, whenever he got tired of pasting matchboxes, he would go to the temple to listen to the Lotus Sutra.

"What those monks said was quite interesting. I loved listening to them."

"To tell you the truth, because I am busy, I have not been welcomed in the world. Although my mother and sister are good to me, my heart is full of guilt for them. I understand that they have suffered too much because of me. The supercilious look and discrimination.”

"But it's different in the temple. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal..."

"But now that the Four Olds are being broken..." Zhang Chengfei couldn't figure out how Zheng Guangming could still find the temple under the current circumstances.

Zheng Guangming told him that the temple he often visited was not only on a mountain far away, but also so remote that ordinary people could not find it.

"Originally, temples like this were not popular and life was miserable. But now it is a blessing in disguise and I have survived by chance."

“I think this temple is destined for me...people like me...can only get it here...

He did not continue what he said later, but Zhang Chengfei remembered that in the original work Zheng Guangming finally became a monk, and he understood that Zheng Guangming had already had the idea of ​​becoming a monk at this time.

A young man of eight or nine years old, who is running around like crazy every day, but Zheng Guangming is able to understand Buddhism and gain a lot of insights from it. Zhang Chengfei couldn't help but sigh in his heart, maybe this is a connection with Buddha.

He also knew that although Zheng Guangming was young, he was mentally very old and was the one who made decisions in the Zheng family.

Once such a person makes a decision, it is difficult to be changed by others' persuasion.

So I simply saved my time trying to persuade him. He only told Zheng Guangming that home would always be his last haven. If he was bullied outside, he could always go to Sijiucheng to find his sister.

Zheng Guangming raised his unfocused eyes and looked at Zhang Chengfei, with a smile on his lips, "Brother Zhang, you are a rare good person."

"I am a person who does things as I please, and I am not a good person in the worldly sense." Zhang Chengfei said.

After the serious talk, the two of them were pasting matchboxes and talking. Zheng Guangming told Zhang Chengfei a lot about Zheng Juan's past.

Zhang Chengfei also told Zheng Guangming a lot of things that he had never heard of before. At this moment, he couldn't sigh that the outside world was so vast, but it was a pity that he never had the chance to see it.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zheng Juan came roaring towards the house, opened the door curtain, and shouted for Zhang Chengfei and Zheng Guangming to quickly put away the matchboxes on the table and make room for food.

Zhang Chengfei and Zheng Guangming hurriedly collected the matchboxes while looking towards the door.

But Zheng Juan walked in carrying a huge steel pot, looking very strenuous. Zhang Chengfei hurriedly stepped forward to help, but Zheng Juan said that the pot was hot and asked him not to come over.

With a bang, the huge steel pot was placed on the Kang table with a muffled sound. Zheng Juan breathed a sigh of relief and put her scalded hands on her earlobes, "This pot is too hot. It will burn me to death."

Zhang Chengfei looked at the things in the pot. There were pork, pork liver, pig heart, pig lungs, cabbage, radish, potatoes, etc. The pile of steaming things made people feel warm inside without having to eat them.

"What is this?" Zhang Chengfei looked at the pot and asked curiously.

Although Zheng Guangming couldn't see it, he wrinkled his little nose and smelled it and said, "This is our Northeast stew, it's delicious."

There is no fixed combination of ingredients for random stew, and there is no rule about what must be used. Just use existing materials at home and improvise.

Although the preparation is not particular, it tastes very good. If you eat this on a snowy day, you will be sweating all over and feel warm from head to toe.

While Zheng Guangming introduced the origin of random stew to Zhang Chengfei, he began to put the bowls on the table, "It's cold here outside Guan Guan. If it's like you in the south, you fry a few vegetables for every meal. Then the dishes at the back are not cooked well, and the dishes in the front are not cooked properly." It’s so cold.”

"So someone invented the method of stewing, which not only saves time, but also makes the food warm in your mouth."

Zhang Chengfei agreed very much with Zheng Guangming's explanation about random stew, but he did not think that Forty-Nine City was the south.

"It snows in Sijiu City too. When the snow falls heavily in winter, there is a foot of snow, and the ice skates under the eaves can be more than one meter. We are really in the north," he emphasized.

Zheng Guangming, Zheng Juan and Aunt Zheng immediately retorted after hearing this, "How can the Forty-Nine City be considered the north? For us outside the customs, as long as we pass Shanhaiguan, we are all in the south!"

have to! Hearing what the three members of the family said in unison, Zhang Chengfei immediately smiled: "You have many people, so I won't compete with you."

Let the south be the south. Regardless of whether it is north or south, you cannot lose a piece of flesh on your body.

The four of them then sat on the kang table and ate from the stew pot. While eating, they also ate the stick noodles and steamed buns that Zheng Juan's mother had made before.

As Zheng Guangming said, the stew was indeed warm to eat. Not long after eating, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Zhang Chengfei's forehead. Halfway through the meal, Aunt Zheng took out a bottle of Shao Knife from the cabinet on the side.

"Comrade Zhang, how do you like this wine?"

"Hey, burnt knives. I've only heard of it before, but never tasted it. I have to try it!" Zhang Chengfei said, taking a cup of wine from the old lady and taking a sip.

Who would have thought that after the wine entered his throat, it would burn like a string of fire, going straight down his throat and into his stomach. Zhang Chengfei choked and coughed several times.

Seeing this, Aunt Zheng smiled and said, "This wine is delicious enough. If you can't drink it, don't force it. I can drink it myself."

With that said, he took the wine cup from Zhang Chengfei's hand.

Zhang Chengfei suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He had drank hundreds of kinds of wine in his life.

But this is the first time I have seen someone who burns knives so vigorously, but no matter what, you can't show your timidity in front of children and women. You can't even drink an old lady, right?

Thinking of this, he handed over the small bowl in his hand, "I just choked on it accidentally. Auntie, give me another bowl. We won't go home until we get drunk."