I, strive for the prosperity of the motherland! 【system】

Su Xing bent down to pick up the photo, and saw that it was an old photo, and the texture was like a photo from the 30s and [-]s.

The above is a woman in a Peking Opera costume. Due to heavy makeup, the clarity of the old photos is not as good as the current photos, so the woman's face can't be seen clearly.

But on the whole, the woman has a very attractive charm all over her body.

Su Xing stared at the woman in the photo, unable to take his eyes off for a moment.

The old lady Qiao looked at the photo in Su Xing's hand and said, "That's my aunt who sings Pingju."

Su Xing said: "She is so beautiful..."

It turned out to be a drama review.

The costumes of Pingju and Peking Opera are very similar, and some costumes are even the same. If you only look at the costumes and don’t listen to the opera, sometimes it is difficult to distinguish between Peking Opera actors and Pingju actors.

Mrs. Qiao sighed softly, and added, "The older generation in our family are all singers."

In fact, when she was young, she also studied opera with her family, but later...for some years, she was not allowed to sing opera, and her family stopped singing.

Later, when she was in the country with the old man, she hurt her foot again, so she couldn't perform anymore.

Su Xing and He Xu looked at each other, and they both understood why Grandma Qiao's family didn't survive the reform and opening up...

Su Xing handed the photo back to Mrs. Qiao.

Mrs. Qiao put the photos back into the album and put them under the coffee table.

"I'll meet you."

He Xu had already taken off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, "Let me chop stuffing."

The old lady Qiao said with a smile: "Okay, the work that requires strength, the boys are doing well, there is still meat in the refrigerator, I will go and melt a piece."

The three of them started to get busy.

While making dough, Mrs. Qiao also taught some experience of making dough and stuffing to the young lovers.

Chatting and chatting, the topic somehow came to Pingju again.

The old lady Qiao is worthy of being from a family of operas, and she can tell the stories of many artists of the older generation vividly.

Li Jinshun, Liu Cuixia, Bai Yushuang, Xiao Bai Yushuang... Su Xing and He Xu have heard of some of these old Pingju artists, but most of them are unfamiliar.

Listening to the legendary life of those old artists told by Mrs. Qiao, Su Xing was slightly lost in thought.

She remembered reading a report on the Internet in her previous life. In 2006, the country approved the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage lists, one of which was Pingju.

But in fact, in recent years, fewer and fewer people listen to drama reviews.

In fact, not only Pingju, other operas are not popular among the younger generation.

But in comparison, Peking Opera is quite well-known. As for other traditional operas, many young people can't name a few.

Japan has been studying our country's traditional operas, and even many of Japan's so-called traditional operas are based on our opera culture.

Su Xing sighed inwardly.

After mixing the noodles and adjusting the stuffing, the three of them started making dumplings.

Su Xing basically eats quick-frozen dumplings, and she can only make freshly made dumplings, but she can't adjust the stuffing and roll the skin.

What surprised her was that He Xu could roll out dumpling wrappers, and he rolled them out quickly and round!

Mrs. Qiao also praised: "Xiao He's dumpling wrapper is well rolled. The sides are thin and the middle is thick. The wrapped dumplings are not easy to break. You can see that you have learned it."

He Xu smiled and said, "I used to learn from my grandma."

Su Xing looks at He Xu and smiles.

When she was a child, she occasionally made dumplings at home. Her mother made the stuffing in her home. She and her mother made dumplings, and her father did the job of rolling the dumpling skins.

For some reason, she can always see the shadow of her father in He Xu...

He Xu found that Su Xing was looking at him, so he couldn't help blinking at her.

Su Xing's face was a little red, and he lowered his head to make dumplings seriously.

The old lady Qiao noticed the interaction between the young couple with sharp eyes, and she narrowed her eyes with a smile.

The three of them made two big curtain-covered dumplings. There were about 100 of them. Mrs. Qiao thought it was enough for the three of them.

"Let's smash some garlic and fry some chili oil."

Su Xing raised his hand: "I'll chop the garlic."

He Xu said: "I don't see much vinegar in the kitchen, I'll go down and buy some."

Wake up, "Yeah, let's go."

He Xu put on his clothes and went downstairs.

Of course, he didn't just buy vinegar, but went to a nearby fresh food supermarket, bought some cooked food, vegetables, fruits, eggs, milk and other items, and carried them upstairs in large and small bags.

The old lady Qiao saw the pile of things that He Xu brought back, and sighed: "You child, what are you doing with these things?"

He Xu said: "Let's eat cooked food and some vegetables in a while, and you can eat other things slowly. They are all ordinary items and don't cost much."

The old lady Qiao felt warm in her heart, but her nose was a little sore, "That's fine, I'll accept it, thank you Xiao He."

"Grandma Qiao, you're welcome."

Su Xing looked at He Xu and smiled, his eyes sparkling.

He Xu stretched out his hand and scratched his girlfriend's nose.

The old lady Qiao took advantage of the interaction between the young couple, turned her back, and quietly wiped the corners of her eyes...

For this meal, in addition to the dumplings, they also cut a plate of cooked food, mixed it with a cold dish, fried a plate of shredded pork with garlic moss, and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

The cooked food was cut by He Xu, the cold dishes were mixed by Su Xing, and the two stir-fried dishes were made by Mrs. Qiao.

During the meal, Mrs. Qiao said: "It's a home-cooked taste, I don't know if you are used to it."

Su Xing took a bite of fried shredded pork with garlic moss, and said, "It's delicious, I like to eat this kind of home-cooked food."

He Xu also smiled and said, "I also think that the dishes cooked at home are more delicious than those in restaurants."

The old lady Qiao laughed, "Try the dumplings."

Su Xing and He Xu each picked up a dumpling and ate them.

"Grandma Qiao, the stuffing you made is too delicious!" She gave a thumbs up.

He Xu also nodded, "Very fragrant."

The smile on Mrs. Qiao's face got bigger, "If it's delicious, eat more."

She is really confident in her stuffing skills. In the past, her old man, son, and grandson all loved to eat her steamed stuffed buns and dumplings.

The daughter-in-law also often praises her for her good condiments, and has learned from her a few times, but she just can't make her concoction...

She sighed softly in her heart and lowered her head to eat the dumplings.

Originally, Mrs. Qiao thought that the three of them couldn't finish eating more than 100 dumplings.

In the end, there was not even one left!

Su Xing realized that she had eaten a little too much, her face was a little red, and she said embarrassedly: "Grandma Qiao's cooking skills are too good..."

The old lady Qiao said with a smile: "You young people are growing up, it's good to eat something!"

She was very happy to see the two young people eating well.

After dinner, Su Xing and He Xu helped clean up the table and the kitchen, chatted with Mrs. Qiao for a while, and then took their leave.

Mrs. Qiao was a little bit reluctant.

She insisted on sending the two young men downstairs.

When she was parting, she said: "Come over if you have time, grandma will cook something delicious for you."

"Okay, we'll come and see you when we have time."

"Grandma Qiao, go upstairs quickly, it's cold outside."

The old lady Qiao replied, but stood still, watching the young couple leave.

Su Xing and He Xu went a long way, they turned their heads and saw Grandma Qiao waving to them...