Back to the primitive, peasant girls are not leisurely

Chapter 542 Frozen Dumplings

Lei Yan's words kept turning in Tao Qingluo's mind, like a spell.

Tao Qingluo even thought that if she and Lei Yan were Altair and Vega, according to Lei Yan's personality, he wouldn't care about the queen mother or the Milky Way, and would run towards her directly.

Such a man is actually every woman's dream.

But with one heart, the white head is inseparable.

Before, she was always envious of others, but now, she has such a pure feeling and puts it in front of her.

It's unrealistic for her not to be moved.

The men here are the real men.

No makeup, no posing, no eyeliner, no foundation, no hair as if it has been blown by a fart, colorful, like a monster.

To her, such a man can only be a sister.

Winter still comes when it should come, neither early nor late.

In fact, there are many things that can happen in winter.

This year's wheat harvest is not bad, much more than last year.

Therefore, Tao Qingluo also made a lot of flour to make dumplings.

In the rural areas of Northeast China, when Chinese New Year is approaching, they make frozen dumplings.

Each family takes turns making dumplings, and they will prepare a bag of white flour in advance, and then make dumpling fillings for an afternoon, all kinds of stuffing.

Towards evening, the women and daughters-in-law in the village will come to help make dumplings with their own flat spoons.

Everyone was enjoying themselves, chatting and sitting on the kang, some rolled the skins, some made dumplings, and the children arranged the wrapped dumplings on the side, put them on the curtain, and then took them outside to freeze them at low temperature.

Probably every family will make a lot of dumplings, then freeze them, put them in a big bag, and stuff them directly into the snowdrifts. During the Chinese New Year, you can eat dumplings almost every day.

In this way, they don't have to cook and eat every day.

Unless there are a few special days, noodles and bean buns are eaten, and dumplings are eaten on other days.

Although this is not a rural area in the northeast, Tao Qingluo likes the atmosphere very much.

So, this winter, she wants to try and bring that model over so that everyone can have a good experience.

If time permits, she will make some more molds, and then make some small pastries, which are filled with crushed peanuts, sugar, and some sesame seeds.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, this stuffing is also used to wrap the Lantern Festival and fry it directly in the oil pan until it turns into golden-yellow dumplings, which taste very good.

Although the people in the tribe didn't know exactly what Tao Qingluo was going to do, they still made a lot of noodles according to Tao Qingluo's arrangement, and then began to prepare various meats.

There were still a lot of tiger-faced pigs in the tribe, and Tao Qingluo killed two more sheep, and it happened that there were still a lot of onions.

In this way, many kinds of fillings can be made.

Anyway, what everyone eats is nothing.

Tao Shilei was happy to be at leisure, and he and Butai played chess with those old people there every day, fighting back and forth, having a great time, but they never blushed.

Anyway, they don't know much about it, they just pass the time.

Now people in the tribe, everyone can have a good rest in winter, and then do something they want to do.

Seeing everyone's happy and harmonious state, Tao Qingluo felt that her efforts were not in vain.

She was thinking that during the Chinese New Year this year, everyone must have a good time, and try to bring all the customs of New Year's greetings from her era.

(End of this chapter)