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Chapter 301 The Ghost Story of the Red Mansion
The group was given a brief tour of the first floor of the nursing home.

The person in charge did not lead them upstairs for the time being, because the time of arrival was not coincidental. Most of the elderly in the nursing home were taking a lunch break at this time. Taking the guests and photographers from the program team up would definitely disturb them.

Then as expected, they were led into the large kitchen behind the nursing home.

Wanwan is no longer sleepy. She is naturally incompatible with Yin Qi, so she feels very uncomfortable in places where the Yin Qi is slightly heavier and cannot fall asleep at all.

The host in charge of the program's cue process appeared in the kitchen at some point with a small radio device.

He was holding a very delicate bamboo basket in his hand and raised his hand to greet several children.

"Welcome to Longshu Town Nursing Home. We have a very important task this afternoon, which is related to the diet of dozens of elderly people in the nursing home on the day of the Cold Food Festival."

Yan Shu stood beside Wanwan, turned around and asked softly: "What is the Cold Food Festival? Wanwan, do you know?"

Wanwan tilted her head and thought for a while: "I've heard that it seems like you can't light a fire that day."

When the host heard Wanwan's answer, she immediately nodded: "Wanwan is right. The Cold Food Festival commemorates an ancient man named Jie Zitui during the Spring and Autumn Period. He and his old mother lived in seclusion in Mianshan and unexpectedly died. He was burned to death, so the king of Jin at that time was grateful for his loyalty and ordered a nationwide ban on fire and cold food in order to commemorate Jie Zitui."

Yan Shu asked in confusion: "Then why did Jie Zitui be burned to death?"

Wanwan slapped her head and suddenly realized: "I remembered that Jie Zitui lived in seclusion and refused to come out of the mountain, so the king set fire to the mountain to force him out."

"As a result, he and his mother were burned to death in the fire."

Wanwan had a serious face and said seriously: "Set the mountain on fire and sit in jail."

"That emperor's behavior now would be like stepping on a sewing machine instead of an orange."

Xia Zhihuai said in shock: "You even know how to step on a sewing machine now?"

Wanwan put her hands on her hips and dismissed his shock: "Brother, who are you looking down on?"

The host couldn't help laughing and said: "Wanwan has a wide range of knowledge. Many children like you don't actually know the origins of various festivals in our country. You can talk about it so clearly. It seems that your brother has taught you very well. Take it seriously."

Xia Zhihuai felt...a little guilty as he listened.

To be honest, he really didn't make any substantial efforts in Wanwan's preschool education.

Wanwan learned a lot of knowledge from Huang Xikong. Although that person was an antique from a thousand years ago, he absorbed new knowledge quickly and his knowledge was very, very broad.

Every time he discussed the subject of education, he felt ashamed of himself and often suspected that he had forgotten to bring out his brain when he was born.

……

The host opened the basket on the table and took out several plates of pastries and food.

"As I just explained, the folk custom during the Cold Food Festival is not to light a fire for cooking, so we have to prepare some food that can be eaten during the Cold Food Festival in advance."

"The task this time is for the four teams to work together to complete the lunch menu required for the cold food festival in the nursing home."

Diandian held a bottle of milk, chewed on the straw, held Yu Boqun's hand, and asked in a low voice: "But we don't know how to cook."

The host knelt down and pinched her small breasts: "I know, but everyone's starting point is almost the same. The two brothers in Wanwan's group don't know how to cook, so you have to learn how to cook this afternoon. Three foods suitable for the Cold Food Festival.”

"The first one is peach blossom cake."

The host placed a stack of beautiful light pink pastries on the table, like blooming peach blossoms.

Wanwan stood on tiptoes to take a look, and couldn't help but pull down Xia Zhihuai's pants: "Brother, I want to eat, you have to work harder."

Xia Zhihuai pulled his pants back up and refused her unilateral kidnapping.

"It's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. If you want to succeed, work hard."

Xia Zhihuai stared at the pink and white peach blossom cake on the table and smelled the sweet smell. Could he, a novice in the kitchen, imagine such an exquisite white table?
Simply bold!
……

The host then took out a second plate of snacks. Xia Zhihuai knew this thing and often ate it during the Qingming Festival when he was a child.

Round and green, placed in a small white porcelain plate, it looks like a small and exquisite work of art.

Youth League.

The third type is golden fried food, which should be called steamed buns.

Xia Zhihuai remembered that it might be this name, but he was not sure.

Diandian pointed to the dumplings on the plate and exclaimed: "What a long French fries."

Yu Boqun hugged her and said with a smile: "Diandian, that's called food dumplings, also called dumplings, not French fries."

"It looks like..." Diandian defended in a low voice.

Zheng He denied: "It doesn't look like it. French fries are fried from potatoes. This one seems to be..." Zheng Xu reminded: "It's fried in oil and water."

Wanwan didn't want to know what it was made of. She was more concerned with other questions: "Can we eat these?"

The host smiled and said: "I want to eat it."

Wanwan nodded eagerly, she had never eaten it.

Food you have never tried is always full of temptation.

"You can eat if you want. Supervise your brother to work harder. When he learns, you can eat if you want in the future."

Wanwan: "..." Isn't it the same as saying it or not saying it?

Depending on her brother's hard work, she will definitely not be able to eat during the Cold Food Festival this year.

"The teacher responsible for instructing you has arrived. Next, please complete the task before six o'clock in the evening. I wish you immediate success."

The host introduced the three teachers and after a brief introduction, they left decisively.

Several guests were confused while listening to the instructor's explanation.

Especially when they heard that the peach blossom cake was going to be sandwiched, several guests were confused from beginning to end.

Then, Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan, who were incompetent in manual kitchen work, were assigned to sift rice noodles.

At first, they thought that sifting rice noodles was a simple manual job. After trying it a few times, Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai looked at each other and realized that there was something wrong with this job.

The rice noodles they want to sift have been added with water. They can be formed into shapes when they are grasped, and they fall apart immediately when pressed.

The sieve has about 30 meshes, which the two of them didn't quite understand. Anyway, the master who taught me how to make peach blossom cake said so after I got it.

Then the two of them started sifting powder for nearly an hour, until their hands trembled, their eyes went straight, and they even doubted life.

Because the sifting time is too long, the rice flour dries out before it is completely sifted.

If you fail, start over.

An hour later, Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan supported each other and sat on the plastic stools at the door, moving their stiff and numb arms and fingers.

It was only then that Xia Zhihuai finally had time to stop and look around the kitchen before finally realizing that Wanwan was not here.

……

Wanwan and a few friends went to the reading room in the front building.

Several grandparents wearing reading glasses were sitting in the reading room reading, so they didn't dare to make any noise.

Zheng He was the oldest child and he could read a lot, so he took a magazine called "Strange Stories" and sat in the corner and whispered to his three friends about the strange stories in the book.

A few little Zaizai were particularly eye-catching in the reading room. An old man sitting in a wheelchair next to them noticed them and listened to Zheng He's talk about "Wonderful Wonders on the Rooftop."

At the end of the story, I discovered that this article is being serialized.

Several children were immediately scratching their heads and flipped the book over and over again, but couldn't find the following.

The old man smiled and said: "It will take another two weeks to see the continuation of the story in this book. A new issue will be released in the middle of every month."

"If you want to hear this weird story, we also have it in the nursing home."

Diandian hugged the doll he just took from the bookshelf, holding it tightly and asked: "Are there ghosts in nursing homes too?"

The old man couldn't help laughing: "I don't know this, but I can tell you a rumor about our nursing home."

Wanwan: "What rumors are they? I want to hear them."

Zheng He raised his hand: "I think so too."

Yan Shu hid next to Wanwan: "I'm a little scared, but..."

"Want to hear."

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, let me tell you. The exterior wall of our nursing home is red, so this story is also called the Ghost Story of the Red Mansion."

"Have you visited the first floor this afternoon? In fact, there is a very strange house in the nursing home, located at the westernmost end of the first floor. There used to be a room there for people to live in."

"But the people who live there never survive more than three months."

(End of this chapter)