The owner of the ski resort not only brought various wild game, but also some fresh ones.

In addition, there are also domestic pork and various fashionable vegetables, and the ingredients are all available.

When Lao Fan left, Li Heng rolled up his sleeves and started making dinner.

Yu Shuheng was not idle, so he helped him to burn fire.

Li Heng was a little surprised: "Why are the firewood burning here?"

What he implies is, why would someone like Teacher Yu find a house that burns firewood?

Yu Shuheng understood his thoughts: "Burning firewood in winter is warm and it is full of fireworks. I like this feeling. Isn't you burning firewood in your hometown?"

Li Heng replied: "My hometown is in the middle of the Xuefeng Mountains. There is no shortage of wood. All daily life is burning firewood.

There are only one or two families in the village who burn coal. Moreover, coal balls are not often burned, so they are willing to use a few when spending overnight in winter or boiling Chinese medicine."

He asked curiously: "Teacher, do you know how to burn firewood?"

Yu Shuheng said: "I have burned it a few times and it will be a little bit."

Upon hearing this, Li Heng was worried and walked around the stove to check.

It turned out that it was fine if I didn't look at it. When I saw that the person was almost fainted, I subconsciously snatched the iron pliers from her hand and complained while removing the wood from the stove:

"Oh my God! How can you burn the fire like this? How can you fill the stove? Are you reading books blindly? Don't have some common sense, you're all black and you don't have oxygen burning."

Yu Shuheng looked at him, smiled slightly, and let his saliva spit on his face, and he sat still without moving.

At least half of the wood was removed, Li Heng stopped: "There are many black-hearted fire smokes, many ash, and the firepower is still poor. Just have four pieces of wood to base it. Add more or less debris according to my needs."

Yu Shuheng carefully observed his micro-expression. This little boy looked quite interesting when he swears. He grew up so big.

She was rarely criticized. But he ridiculed himself twice, this was the second time.

After a while, Li Heng returned the iron pliers to her, "Teacher, do you know?"

"Now I know I call me a teacher, I didn't save face at all just now," said Yu Shuheng.

Li Heng smiled and pretended not to hear it, and returned to the back of the stove to prepare dinner.

After stir-frying two plates of wild game, Yu Shuheng suddenly asked, "I heard that you have egg horns during the New Year?"

"Yes, you heard from Teacher Wang," Li Heng said.

Yu Shuheng nodded, "Can you?"

"That's not difficult, it's just taking time. Why don't I put a bowl of it? It's delicious to eat dry and hot pot," Li Heng asked.

Yu Shuheng showed expectations on his face.

Just as he was chopping pork and preparing egg horns, Zhou Shihe came out of the bathroom, and his hands were full of washed clothes. He hung them. She came over and asked, "Li Heng, do you need my help?"

Li Heng waved his hand: "Since you have finished taking a shower, then stay away from the kitchen. This is a firewood stove, with a lot of dust.

Haven't you seen that Teacher Yu has grown a beard and become a cat?"

Zhou Shihe looked at Teacher Yu and chuckled the next second.

Yu Shuheng subconsciously touched his face, "There is a lot of ashes on his face?"

Zhou Shihe smiled and nodded.

Seeing that Teacher Yu was about to get up and look in the mirror, Li Heng immediately stopped him: "Yeah, don't run away, who will burn the fire for me after you run away? I'll look at it after cooking. The more beards you have, the more beautiful you will be."

Yu Shuheng was pressed back with his hands, looked at him and looked at him again. The little cleansing obsessed with it and did not cause any attacks. "Small ignition, the egg horns are too hot to burn." He ordered.

Yu Shuheng retreated a piece of firewood.

Li Heng said: "Get smaller."

Yu Shuheng retired another piece of wood.

Li Heng looked at the small amount of oil that was bubbling rapidly in the pot and ordered, "Smaller."

Yu Shuheng retired the last Chai.

But Li Heng still felt older, "Teacher, be a little smaller."

Yu Shuheng raised his head and said, "The stove has no firewood."

Hearing this, Li Heng ran over and looked at it, then picked up a small shovel, removed the red hot charcoal by two shovels, and joked:

"Teacher, fortunately you were born in a wealthy family. If you were placed in the countryside, good guy, this farm work is not at all, and it is difficult to get married."

Yu Shuheng stared at him with a side face without saying a word.

Zhou Shihe at the kitchen door heard this, looked at him, then looked at her, lowered her head and smiled slightly, and continued to peel the garlic in her hand.

After retreating, Li Heng realized that the teacher's face looked like a lump of iceberg, and was trembling with coldness. He immediately threw a step over:

"Of course, we cannot have beautiful appearances like Teacher Yu.

If you really show up, hey! All families will rush to ask for anything, and eat and drink well and serve as ancestors."

When Yu Shuheng heard "beautiful", the names of Chen Zijin and Xiao Han couldn't help but appear in his mind.

But strictly speaking, Chen Zijin is from the capital, and none of Xiao Han's family has a rural household registration, and they are not considered rural people.

The dinner was quite hearty, with beef hotpot, egg horns, hares and pheasant.

Finally, there is a bowl of cabbage hearts.

Li Heng brought the last dish to the table and asked Yu Shuheng, "Teacher, this dish is very tender. Did you come from another place?"

"It should be that this kind of dish in Harbin is basically frozen."

Yu Shuheng said and asked the two of them: "Drink some wine?"

Li Heng asked: "What wine is there?"

Yu Shuheng said: "Only Erguotou."

Li Heng was puzzled: "The teacher doesn't like drinking red wine the most, why did he bring only Erguotou?"

Yu Shuheng said: "The Erguotou is not mine, it is given by someone else, but this kind of day is suitable for drinking this.

Come on, take the cup, one cup for each person.”

It was heard that Li Heng and Zhou Shihe both handed over the cup.

Drinking wine, eating hot pot, and taking a bite of the oily tofu full of juice, Yu Shuheng said: "Actually, I yearn for a farm life, down-to-earth."

Li Heng said: "It's so simple. Let's convince your family and marry a rural boy. Isn't this little life a happy life?"

Zhou Shihe glanced at him strangely, and An Jing didn't make any noise.

Yu Shuheng just laughed, but didn't answer,

Li Heng continued: "Actually, if you really live in the countryside, you will be busy with your life, and there will be no poetry or distance. Teacher, I will give you a book called "The Siege" and you can read it carefully."

Yu Shuheng said, "I have read it."

Li Heng said: "Then do you still yearn for it?"

Yu Shuheng said seriously: "It should be good to stay for a while occasionally."

As we chatted, we had an hour of this meal. It was getting late at this time, but occasionally we could see a few figures laughing and playing in the white snow.

After taking a shower, Li Heng leaned over and sat down next to Zhou Shihe, asking with concern: "You don't talk much today, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, it's just a little tired," said Zhou Shihe.

Li Heng asked: "I have never exercised like this before?"

Zhou Shihe recalled: "It's not that there is no such thing, but after high school, it's rarely like this."

Li Hengdao: "Learn and practice the piano?"

Zhou Shihe nodded, "I still like reading."

Teacher Yu was taking a shower at this time, and Li Heng was afraid of the cold and had nothing to say: "Which book is your favorite?"

Zhou Shihe looked at him and said with a clever smile: ""Living."

Li Heng raised his eyelids: "Please speak to Miss Zhou."

Zhou Shihe smiled knowingly, "A Hundred Years of Solitude" and "Blue Whale."

Li Heng was very surprised: "It turned out to be these two famous books in the world. I thought you like books like Jane Eyre."

Zhou Shihe said: "I have read "Jane Eyre" twice, and I like it more."

They both loved reading, and the two had a common topic again. In the next half an hour, they were baking the fire while chatting like old friends. Occasionally, their eyes met, but after a few seconds, they moved away without any trace.

During this period, Li Heng also roasted a rice cake, which was bulging and bulging, and the two sides were browned. He asked her, "Have you eaten charcoal grilled?"

"No, it used to be fried and boiled with sweet wine." Zhou Shihe said.

Li Heng gave her: "I think the glutinous rice cake should be roasted, it has the most original flavor. Try it. If you get used to it, eat it. If it is not delicious, please give it back to me."

"good."

Zhou Shihe was not polite, so she tore a piece of scraps and put them in her mouth, and later said, "Well, it's quite delicious."
To be continued...