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January is drawing to a close, and the Spring Festival is also approaching.Young people working in other places rushed back to Huaicheng to accompany the old people who stayed in the town for the holidays. Suddenly, the leisurely and deserted town became much more lively, and even the business of the restaurant with He Chen improved a lot.

Looking at the turnover on the account, Feng Suisui grinned so much that the corners of his mouth went to the back of his head, and said with longing, "It would be great if I could celebrate the Spring Festival once a month."

"Wake up idiot," Corgi complained unceremoniously about his stupidity, "everyone spends holidays every day, how can they have time to make money to spend?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, He Chen came downstairs and handed Feng Suisui a notebook full of guest reservation information, "Xiao Sui, please read this book first, we are going to start arranging the appointments for years ago." Sacrificial feast."

The custom in Huaicheng is that every family will hold a reunion banquet between the [-]rd and [-]th of the twelfth lunar month. Firstly, it is to celebrate the festival for the ancestors in advance, and secondly, it is also to let the ancestors bless the family to be healthy and smooth in the new year. .He Chen's sacrificial banquet dishes are unique in Huaicheng, so in the past three years since he opened the shop, many people have invited him to serve their own sacrificial banquet dishes every year.

Feng Suisui glared at Ke Ji, and said "I don't care about you like you", took the notebook handed over by He Chen, opened it, and began to copy it to the calendar, counting the total deposit price with his fingers while copying.Corgi wagged his tail lazily, but also helped to press the computer together, and seemed to have regained harmony.

Seeing that the two got along well, He Chen heaved a sigh of relief, and turned back to the back kitchen to prepare today's dinner.

In the back kitchen, Si Buhui was practicing carving with a white radish. When he saw He Chen coming in, he happily waved the radish in his hand, "Lady, I just learned it." The rows of neatly carved radishes fell into contemplation.

After a long time, He Chen sincerely said to Si Buhui, "Actually, we don't have so many dishes to decorate."

"However," seeing her boyfriend's expression change from happy to disappointed, He Chen changed the topic, "The sacrificial banquet is about to start, you can put a few more radish flowers of different colors on the big dishes. "

Si Buhui nodded, his eyes full of fighting spirit, "Okay, I'll learn more carvings with different styles."

Seeing her boyfriend carving radishes here in full swing, He Chen was still a little worried, and asked again, "Are you sure you won't go home to have a look during the Spring Festival? Last time your uncle came, he said that the family members are very Miss you."

Si Buhui moved the knife quickly, and his hands kept moving, "I won't go back."

"You Stove King really have to go to heaven to report on your work." He Chen joked, "So I have to pay tribute to you"

Si Buhui turned his head and gave He Chen a helpless look, "It's not the Stove King."

"But the first month is indeed the busiest month for the Shemale Relationship Management Bureau. On the first day of the new year, many places have the habit of worshiping the first year of the grave, so many monsters will secretly come out to make trouble on this day, so the people of the Si family are basically outside. .”

"Is your grandpa not home?" He Chen saw the pot on the stove in the corner, and thought of that lovely old man again.

Si Buhui carved another beautiful radish flower in no time, he put the flower on the edge of the cutting board, and said, "He is out to visit friends, and his itinerary for the first month is the busiest in the whole family. I can't see anyone for a day."

Okay, it's a cool old man.He Chen nodded silently in his heart, and then comforted Si Buhui, "That's fine, then you can celebrate the New Year with us, so that you can feel what a normal New Year is like."

Si Buhui thought that such creatures as talking cats and mountain spirits who could settle accounts were rare in normal people, but his strong desire to survive made him choose to bury these words deeply in his heart, not daring to confide half of them. Character.

The two were busy with their own affairs in the kitchen. It didn't take long before Feng Suisui ran over with a desk calendar full of words. He showed the desk calendar to He Chen while running, "Brother Chen, I will arrange the itinerary." come out"

He Chen took a look at the desk calendar, picked up a pen and erased all the itinerary on December [-]th, handed the desk calendar back to Feng Suisui and said, "The schedule for these two tables on this day will move forward. Squeeze, or on the [-]th day, if it doesn’t work, just push it, I will be free all day on the [-]th.”

"Hey why, brother Chen, is this an important day?" Feng Suisui asked in confusion.

Corgi got out of Feng Suisui's sweater hat, stretched out his paw and patted his right cheek, "You don't know that, right? Chenchen doesn't receive other guests on this day every year. Dean's."

"President Chang..." Feng Suisui blinked, searched his mind for the names of people in Huaicheng he knew, and asked, "Are you referring to the dean of the Chengnan Sanatorium?"

He Chen nodded, "It's that Dean Chang. Every year, Mr. Chang orders dinners at my house for the elderly in the nursing home. This custom started from my grandfather's time, and it hasn't stopped during the years when I went to university. Pass."

There is only one nursing home in Huaicheng, which is the Huaicheng Sanatorium in the south of the city.The old people living in it are basically lonely and widowed old people who have difficulty taking care of themselves and whose children are not around. This nursing home is privately run. The previous dean was the father of Dean Chang. Dean Chang took over the responsibilities of his father, and it took more than 20 years in a flash.

He Chen can also be regarded as the head of Chang who grew up watching him grow up. When he was young, he went to the nursing home with He Shanzhen to prepare big dishes. Apart from helping his grandfather, he also helped the elderly in the nursing home to do what he could.So every year when I go back during the Spring Festival holiday, the school selects the "Little Pacesetter for Helping Others", and He Chen is guaranteed to be on the list because of the praise of the old people.

Although He Shanzhen has passed away now, just like the handover of missions between the old Dean Chang and Dean Chang, He Chen has also taken over the burden of his grandfather and shouldered the responsibility of hosting sacrificial banquets for the nursing home every Spring Festival.

Feng Suisui listened to Corgi shaking his head and talking about these old things, and felt his nose a little sour, "It would be great if my grandma could live in this nursing home back then." Thinking about it, he stopped complaining. The itinerary for the seven days is arranged.

"Oh, by the way, the recipes on one of the tables are different from the ordinary sacrificial banquets." He Chen took out a pen and scribbled a few lines of recipes under the desk calendar, and explained to Feng Suisui, "You list the ingredients you need. , Wait for Dongzi and the others to come and let them buy it."

Pork tongue, boiled chicken, and cold jellyfish. Feng Suisui took the menu and read it carefully. Finally, he figured out something unusual.All the dishes on this menu are cold dishes, and there is only one hot dish, tofu soup.

"Why is it a bit like the menu of the funeral banquet?" Feng Suisui asked He Chen stupidly holding the list in puzzlement.

He Chen nodded, and gave Feng Suisui a thumbs up, "You know a lot, this is indeed the menu for the funeral banquet. I don't know why Chang Lao arranges such an empty sacrificial banquet every year. None of the old people in the kitchen at this table would eat it."

Guessing that there was no result anyway, Feng Suisui held the menu and muttered, preparing to go to the front hall to list the ingredients.

While talking, I only heard knocking on the back door, knocking at a steady pace, and there was a well-mannered person standing outside the door.Feng Suisui shouted "Come here" and rushed out to open the door.

As soon as Feng Suisui opened the door, he saw an old man with gray hair standing at the back door.Seeing Feng Suisui standing by the door, the old man smiled at him and said, "You are Chen'er's new recruit, right?"

Because of the hunchback, Feng Suisui has a natural sense of closeness to the elderly, he blushed and nodded, his voice was like a mosquito, "Actually, it's not very new, it's been here for half a year."

"So it's been so long." The old man's eyes flashed with astonishment, and then he said with emotion, "It seems that I am really old, so I didn't come out and walk around, and I don't know anything."

At this time, He Chen finally walked out of the kitchen and walked to the back door. He was a little surprised when he saw the old man standing at the door, "Old Chang, why are you here?" Pour tea."

Dean Chang was pulled in with a somewhat embarrassed expression.Seeing He Chen bringing tea to him, holding the teacup awkwardly, he said hesitantly, "That little He, do you know any chef who is very good at making tofu soup?"

Tofu soup has simple ingredients, but it is difficult to make it delicious.He Chen smiled, "Old Chang, I'm not boasting. After the old man left, I, He Chen, made the best tofu soup in Huai City."

"Then do you know what to add to make the tofu soup taste happy?" Dean Chang asked.

The taste of happiness. He Chen suspected that he heard it wrong. Can a bowl of ordinary tofu soup taste happiness just by adding condiments? The taste of the food may be different, but it is impossible to make people feel happy just by adding seasoning."

"You're talking about it," Dean Chang sighed, and smiled slowly, "I'm the one who came up with a whimsical idea."

"Old Chang, why did you suddenly ask this?" He Chen asked curiously, "If you want to improve the taste of tofu soup, I can give it a try."

An imperceptible worry flashed across Dean Chang's eyes, but he quickly covered it up, "It's nothing. This year's other table, let's withdraw the tofu soup."

After Dean Chang left, Feng Suisui looked through the menu carefully, a little curious, "So why don't you make tofu soup? Is it because Brother Chen, your tofu soup can't taste happy?" Before he finished speaking, Feng Suisui Every year I feel a numbness in my wrist.

"Xiao Sui, be cautious in your words and deeds." Si Buhui retracted the controller in his hand and warned him.

"I don't know," He Chen himself didn't care, he spread his hands and said, "Maybe we won't know the reason until we visit the nursing home."