Things about village flowers

It was already half past eight when I got up. I was not the last one to get up. One of my roommates was still sleeping soundly, and the other one just opened his eyes and stayed in bed. The earliest one got up only an hour earlier than me. Everyone wanted to sleep more before school started. The roommate who slept on the bunk above me was the roommate who had a local accent and looked fat yesterday. I called him "Little Fatty" in private. His name was Feng Xi, who was happy and had a natural smile on his face. He was lively and cheerful. His home was in the provincial capital, and it was very close to the school. It took only 20 minutes to walk. I felt that this university was opened for him. He was very enthusiastic and familiar with me. I also had a good impression of him. Today he invited me to his house to play and have lunch at his house. This was too fast. We just met yesterday. I was a little embarrassed to go, but I couldn't stand his repeated invitations. In fact, he asked me to go last night. It was hard to refuse his kindness, so I had to go. It happened that I had nothing to do today.

I couldn't go to his house empty-handed for the first time, so I bought some fruits along the way and chatted with the little fat boy on the way to his house. His family lives in a bungalow with a separate door and courtyard. The house is old, but it is quaint. I learned that it was built during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. It is definitely a cultural relic. I like such old houses. There is a towering ancient cypress in the courtyard, which is the same age as the house. Fat boy said that it was planted by his ancestors. Since the cypress was planted, the family has been prosperous and the incense has been passed down from generation to generation.

When I came to Fat boy's house, I unexpectedly learned that Fat boy's sister was admitted to the dance department of Shandong Art Institute this year. This is good news for me. I think if Ling Liping can be admitted to this school in the future, she will become a classmate of her sister, so she can take care of her. Fatty even showed me a photo of her sister. She was beautiful. She was slim and tall, and she looked like a dancer. When I saw her sister and looked at him, I couldn't help laughing. They were born from the same parents, but why was there such a big difference in their figures? Fatty looked like a bucket, with almost no neck, and her head was like it was directly pressed on her shoulders.

What surprised me even more was that Fatty could actually cook. She said that she was as good as a chef in a restaurant. No wonder she was so fat. It turned out that she only cooked delicious food for herself. Fatty's father was away from home for business all year round and could only go home a few times a year. His mother was a university teacher who went out early and came back late. She didn't eat at home at noon. I think this was the reason why Fatty had to practice cooking.

Today, there were only Fatty and I at home. They asked me what I wanted to eat at noon, and I was welcome to order whatever I wanted. I laughed when I heard it. It was time for dinner. I thought about it and said, the simpler the better. I couldn't think of anything to eat for a while. After all, I was new here, so I was embarrassed.

He asked me if I liked freshwater fish? Maybe he thought I was from the seaside and was used to eating sea fish.

I nodded and said, I eat all kinds of fish.

Then let's have sweet and sour carp, he said. I was happy when I heard it, isn't this a famous dish in the provincial capital, so I told him that I had eaten it in a Shandong restaurant yesterday. But he said, it's a good opportunity for you to try how my sweet and sour carp compares to the one made in the restaurant. Once you compare, you will know the level of my skills. It's not enough to just brag about yourself.

He then asked me what elseWhat do you want to eat? I said, one sweet and sour carp is enough, and it goes best with rice.

He snapped his fingers at me, OK, and that was it. Then he went to the market with me to buy fish. The market was not far away, only half a mile from his home, which was too close, just like it was right in front of his house. After arriving at the market, he went straight to the freshwater fish stall and quickly selected a carp that was jumping and jumping and weighed nearly three pounds. He said that for making sweet and sour carp, it would not be suitable to be too big or too small. If it was too small, it would not be enough to eat, and if it was too big, it would not be eaten up, and the sweet and sour flavor would not be fully soaked. About three pounds would be the most suitable.

After buying the carp, he took me to the seafood stall. Knowing that people living by the sea love to eat seafood, he wanted to buy swimming crabs, but I stopped him. It was too expensive, not fat, not yellow, and only had crab skin. It was not cost-effective at all. I insisted on pulling him away and advised him not to buy any seafood. In the end, he bought three pounds of Gala (clams), fried spicy clams, and drank beer. Finally, he bought some mutton, vegetables and so on. I thought he bought them for the family and didn't care.

As soon as he got home, he started to prepare lunch. In fact, it was still early, just after ten o'clock. I wanted to help in the kitchen, but he refused. He then took out two large photo albums for me to look through slowly. After reading them, I got a general understanding of his family history, which was more useful than him simply telling me. I was very interested when I heard it, and sat obediently on the sofa in the living room to look through the photo album carefully.

The photo album recorded the happy and healthy growth moments of Pang Duner from infancy to the present. I especially like the one-year-old photo of Pang Duner. He has been chubby since he was a child. Sitting on a chair, his fat eyes are smiling. The most eye-catching thing is the little thing in the open-crotch pants that shrinks like a silkworm pupa. It is small and obvious, as if it was a special close-up, letting people know that his family is prosperous, and this is the proof.

His sister has been taking dance photos since she was a child. She started dancing in kindergarten and continued to dance until she was admitted to the dance department of the university. Her dance talent today is not a one-day effort. She has been dancing for a long time than Ling Liping, who started dancing when she was in the third grade of elementary school.

His father is a businessman. He travels all over the country and takes photos everywhere. He smiles so happily everywhere. His business must be good.

Her mother is a lecturer in the Chinese Department of the Normal College. She is fair-skinned and beautiful even with glasses. She looks like an intellectual lady.

The meal was ready before twelve o'clock. There were not only sweet and sour carp on the table, but also stir-fried spicy garam masala, stir-fried mutton with green onions (I saw this dish on the menu when I went to the restaurant yesterday, and I wanted to order it at the time to try this dish from the provincial capital, which is often eaten in my hometown. Later, I saw that four dishes had been ordered, so I gave up and didn't feel embarrassed to order more, thinking of saving some money for my mother), Muxu pork, dried shrimps and cucumber, and preserved eggs, etc., a total of six dishes, two people eat, it feels a bit extravagant.

I thought it was just beer, but unexpectedly, Pangdun brought a box (four bottles) of Baotu Spring Baijiu, which is a famous wine in the provincial capital. Its predecessor is Zhonggong wine, and its brewing history can be traced back to the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty nearly 400 years ago. I didn't expect Pangdun to be able to drink, and today I finally found a drinking buddy. Anyway, I have nothing to do today, soLet's fight him and get drunk. Who knows, after four bottles of wine, neither he nor I are drunk, each of us drank two catties of wine, which is fair. Today I have met my match, should I continue drinking or stop here and fight again later? After all, I just met him, it's not good to drink too much, and getting drunk will not look good on anyone.

After the four bottles of wine were finished, Fatty wanted to get more wine without saying a word, but I stopped him and said that he wanted to drink beer. Unexpectedly, he waved his hand and said that he was afraid of mixing with alcohol, so he dared not drink beer, and he would get drunk as soon as he drank it. I took the opportunity to panic and said that I was drunk and couldn't drink anymore, otherwise I would get drunk. In this way, he gave up and said that there is a long way to go, and I will come to his house often to drink in the future. Both of us were very happy and started to eat.

After dinner, we went to his house for a nap. I didn't expect to sleep until 3:00 in the afternoon. I think it was because I was a little drunk and didn't sleep well last night. He also wanted me to eat dinner at his house. I was embarrassed. It was troublesome enough at noon. After sitting for a while at his house, we went back to school together.

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