59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

The soft flour and starch mixture is fried, and it has a scallion aroma when you put it in your mouth. When you bite it open, you will find the fried and tender little fish inside, even the bones are soft.

Full of fat, filling the body's physiological needs!

Human beings' pursuit of sweets and fats is hidden in the genes of cells. It is a mark of life left by generations of our ancestors in the past when they faced hunger and poverty.

"Brother, these fried fish and shrimp are so delicious!"

Chen Hao ate several in a row without even eating the rice. He just kept putting the food into his mouth with chopsticks.

"I think so too. It tastes better than grilled fish." Fatty Wang's mouth was also full of oil.

As for the even more greedy little girl Chen Li, she has already made a fortune.

Chen Feng poured a glass of juice for his sister and said with a smile, "Eat slowly, there's still a lot in the bowl, no one will snatch it from you."

Chen Li raised her head and showed her little face to the big pot. She kept chewing with her little mouth, and then pointed her little hand at her second brother!

There is no need to explain this, the accusatory intention is too obvious!

"I love Erguo Ge and I know what to eat!"

"I don't have any. There are so many. Why should I steal them?" Chen Hao rolled his eyes at his sister, but he did not forget to pour wine for his father and grandfather.

Chen Jianjun also likes this fried fish and shrimp dish, mainly because he can eat one in one bite and it feels like a perfect match.

Much more reliable than the crappy fried chicken and beer my son suggested last winter!

"Eat slowly and be careful of fish bones." Zhou Qing was still a little worried that the little girl would be hurt by fish bones. Fortunately, not only did Chen Feng fry them twice this time, he also specially selected small fish and shrimps, so the larger ones were useless.

The fish bones were indeed very soft, and Chen Li's stomach was almost full after eating so much, so there was no danger.

This foodie ate half a bowl of rice, then touched his stomach and gave the remaining half bowl of rice to his father.

"Big pot, can we eat this grilled fish in the evening?"

After dinner, the three brothers cleaned up and washed the dishes, and Chen Feng took Chen Li back to the study.

It's starting to get colder outside.

"Aren't there still some peanuts?" Chen Feng walked into the bedroom and opened the cupboard. He found that there was only a small half of the sugar-coated peanuts left, and the fried dough twist had been eaten up.

Chen Li followed behind him, climbed onto the Simmons mattress, and swung her calves, looking quite like the "Shamatte" boys and girls who moved their heads and tails in the karaoke bars of later generations.

"I prefer grilled small fish."

"Well, I'll fry them again when I have a chance." Chen Feng said with a smile: "I put some small fish and shrimps in the swimming pool. Don't forget to throw corn kernels and rice to them every day."

The little girl, who was happily playing, didn't understand what was said yet, but nodded in agreement instinctively.

After a few minutes, Chen Hao, Hu Bayi and Wang Pangzi came in. The three of them had eaten very well tonight, so they naturally spent this time reading.

"Lily, grandpa is listening to the radio in the lobby, and there are kids singing over there, don't you want to go and listen?"

Chen Hao really wanted his sister to leave so that he could take a handful of peanuts inside.

Chen Li used to admire the little girl who sang on the radio, but after she learned to sing and dance in her class and performed many times, she lost her curiosity.

"Brother, that's not fun. Brother Bayi, I want to hear a story."

Hu Bayi agreed with a smile.

In the study, Chen Feng maintained his pistol and rifle. He first took them apart one by one, and wiped the remaining gunpowder, residues, dust and the like on the barrels and parts with a clean cloth.

"Brother, do you want my help?"

Chen Hao came out with the novel in his hand, and when he saw his elder brother working, he took the initiative to step forward and ask.

The good thing about the three little gluttons at home is that they are very active in eating and doing things.

"Well, all of you come here!"

Chen Feng planned to teach the four of them how to maintain guns and show them the three most important maintenance steps: cleaning, wiping and oiling.

"Big pot, it turns out that guns also need to be washed!" After listening to this, Chen Li said with great experience: "Do knives need to be washed?"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "It depends on what kind of knife it is. If it's a good knife, it also needs to be maintained with oil."

He took out his little sword and said, "Look, I oil it regularly. Doesn't it look like there's no rust at all?"

The three young boys and a little girl nodded together.

Chen Feng taught the disassembly and assembly techniques several more times. He didn't ask them to remember them completely, but at least they knew that damaged gun parts could be replaced.

Chen Li suddenly ran back to the bedroom and came out with a wooden sword.

"Cauldron, my sword, needs oiling too!"

"Lily, this is made of wood!" Chen Hao reminded.

"This is also a sword!"

Chen Li waved the wooden sword with great determination.

"Fake!" Fatty Wang laughed.

Chen Li immediately swung her sword, but Fatty Wang dodged flexibly.

"Don't run!"

"Don't cut me, I won't run away!"

"If you don't run, I won't cut you!"

"I don't believe in ghosts, you stinky girl, you are the worst!"

A child, young and old, were playing in the study.

Under the old man's recent teachings, Fatty Wang has become more and more flexible in his movements. In the future, this guy has followed Hu Bayi through life and death and has never been seriously injured by bullets, machetes, poisonous insects, or wild beasts. It is not only because of his good luck, but also because of his own strength!

However, the space in the study is limited after all, and the little girl's agility has obviously been upgraded recently. She is very fast, and Fatty Wang was hit by Chen Li several times.

"Hahaha!"

"Ouch, Lily, you're going to kill me!"

Chen Feng smiled and waved: "Lily, come here."

In the end, the wooden sword was not oiled, but Chen Feng gave his sister a piece of cloth, dipped it in water and wiped it for a while, satisfying the little girl's little game of imitating her big brother in maintaining weapons.

Children at this age admire their fathers and brothers and like to imitate them.

In the past, it was children who rode on "bamboo horses" to marry the "bride"; now, children from every family hold wooden guns and swords and imitate the Eighth Route Army in the revolutionary movies to fight the Japanese invaders.

“Sasha, Sasha…”

Chen Feng looked towards the window. Outside the glass window, it was pitch black. Hailstones that had shrunk countless times were falling from the sky along with snowflakes.

The first snow of 1960 is here!

"Snowing!"

Chen Li shouted in surprise.

Not only Chen Li, at this moment, countless children in the city who were still awake heard the sound outside the door, came out and saw the snowflakes and couldn't help cheering.

"Grandpa, it's snowing!"

Thanks to the country's vigorous development of coal mines, the people nearby saw the Chen family using yellow mud and coal, and immediately learned to use honeycomb coal on their own, so that each family had sufficient coal to keep warm during the winter.

There was no other way. Even the Chen family’s pool had residents coming from a hundred meters away to fetch water, not to mention honeycomb briquettes that could save coal.

This thing didn't need the Chen family to promote it; it had already spread quickly throughout the city.

Everyone learns quickly about ways to save money!