Therefore, Yang Ruoqing had to hurry up and stir up.

The menu for this year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, as well as the order in which each dish was served, had been brewing in her mind more than ten days earlier.

The first course at the beginning must be golden silk dates.

It represents all the sweetness of the coming year.

The second dish is osmanthus glutinous rice balls.

Fried in lard with black sesame sweethearts inside.

The third and fourth courses are meatballs and meatloaf.

Meatballs and meatloaf are the hometown dishes of this area, and they are also local specialties.

Of course, most of the meatballs in the village for the New Year are mixed with a lot of sweet potato flour or fatty meat residues.

But the meatballs made by Yang Ruoqing are really lean meat.

The best quality lean meat from the selected pig is minced by hand, so that the meatballs kneaded out are more prominent.

The meatloaf is also made of lean meat, beaten with a small hammer to a thickness as thin as an ear and the size of a palm.

These two dishes are loved by both adults and children.

Secondly, on the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner table, there was also a whole old hen stewed with angelica.

Beef in sauce, pork liver, stir-fried tenderloin, hot and sour bamboo shoots, and a large plate of green spinach.

To the south, the crackling sound of the cannon battle continued to enter the stove room here.

Mixed with the crunch of the pan in the cooker.

Outside the window, the afterglow of a sunset spilled in.

The New Year's flavor of the farmer has been sublimated in the sound of artillery and the smell of oil smoke.

Yang Ruoqing waved the spatula in her hand and waved it vigorously.

For the family, for the lover, carefully manage a Chinese New Year's Eve meal.

This is the duty and glory of being a married woman, of being a housewife!

The sound of artillery outside lasted for a long, long time.

The annual farewell to the old and the welcome to the new, the years flow slowly, everything is so peaceful and fulfilling.

It wasn't until the sound of artillery outside that it gradually calmed down, and Luo Fengtang and Yan Huai'an, who went to see the excitement, all came back.

"Go wash your face and change your clothes, and I'll put them on the stool at the door of the bathhouse."

In the stove room, Yang Ruoqing explained to Luo Fengtang, who came in to visit.

"When you're done, you come to the stove room, and you can almost set up chopsticks and bowls to open the rice here!" She said.

"Okay!"

Luo Fengtang answered, turned around and walked out of the stove room.

Here, Wang Cuilian asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, why don't we really invite the two of that day Song and Xiao Shi to have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together?" ”

That day Song and Xiao left home, and this was their first year in a foreign land.

Yang Ruoqing understands this, but-

"It's not that I don't shout, it's that I told Xiao's sister-in-law several times before."

"What she means is that the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner can't be eaten, and she takes care of it herself."

"And my cousin Lan'er, who is the concubine of Narisong, and is still pregnant with Narisong's child."

"Sister-in-law Xiao cooks her own Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and then Song will have to take Sister Lan'er over to eat together."

Yang Ruoqing explained.

Deep down, I truly admire Shaw's tolerance.

It's a pity to be a good woman, but to meet a scumbag man with no eyes.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Wang Cuilian sighed lightly.

The women of the country are also accustomed to having a man and a wife.

Like this, who has a little wife, the wife holds her stomach and shakes it in front of her wife, Wang Cuilian and these women are standing on Xiao's side and sympathizing with Xiao's.

"They have their own arrangements, so respect their choice and let them go!"

Tuoba Xian said loudly, "Qing'er, we live ours, and it is difficult for Qing officials to cut off family affairs." ”

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, "Hmm." "Silence.

I opened the cupboard and began to prepare the chopsticks and bowls.

in the dormitory.

Luo Fengtang saw the neatly folded clothes on the stool at a glance.

He walked over and shook off his garment to look at it.

It was a brand new cotton suit, and a brand new pair of shoes, and a brand new pair of socks tucked into the shoes.

Touching the number of fine and dense stitches on this dress, Luo Fengtang was full of emotion.

Nineteen years have passed, and he used to look forward to the New Year, but he was afraid of the New Year.

Now, he is finally living the life he once envied.

During the Chinese New Year, I went to the south of the village with my uncle to burn incense, and I was very relieved at home.

Because there are aunts, daughters-in-law, and mothers in charge of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

As long as they do their best and come home, the food will be properly prepared.

Look, my daughter-in-law has prepared brand new clothes for the New Year, which is so good!

That's nice!

"Hey, why are you holding that dress in a daze? Hurry up and put it on, it's time for dinner! ”

A crisp voice came from behind him.

Luo Fengtang turned around and looked, it was Yang Ruoqing who came in in a hurry, and the apron around her waist had not been unfastened.

Luo Fengtang put down the clothes in his hand and came to her in three steps and two steps.

Leaned over and hugged her into his arms.

"Oh, my head is full of the smell of oil smoke, beware of you!"

Yang Ruoqing said.

"No, I just like to smell it, it smells better than rouge gouache!" Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing laughed.

Feeling his chin resting gently against the top of her hair, a soft, deep voice reaching her ears.

"Qing'er, pinch me, let me see if it hurts!" He said.

"Huh? What are you doing? She struggled out of his arms and looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

Luo Fengtang looked around the room, and then at the brand-new clothes.

"I'm not dreaming, am I? Such a good day......"

He muttered.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing understood.

She then stood on tiptoe, and gently grabbed his cheek with both hands, pulling him to the side.

"What a fool!"

She said, "Since the first year we have known each other, every time it is the New Year, you will let me pinch you!" ”

"Hey, I thought you wouldn't say this again this year, but did you say it anyway?"

"Tell me, you're so good, hey!"

She shook her head and patted his handsome face gently.

"Other people's families are looking forward to gold and silver, and they are afraid that they will pinch it hard because they are dreaming."

"You're good, a new set of clothes, and you are like this?" She asked.

Luo Fengtang grabbed her hand, put it on the lips and kissed it fiercely.

"I am not rare for money that life does not bring and death does not bring."

"What I am rare is a home, a complete, beautiful home."

"There's you, there's your mother, there's your aunt, and your ......father-in-law," he said.

Yang Ruoqing listened carefully and watched.

Silently distressed.

These are the simplest and most ordinary things in the eyes of others.

For Luo Fengtang, the past is the most unattainable.

The loneliness and loneliness of the previous years have shaped his current character.

Because of this little ordinary thing, I am moved and grateful.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

"This year is the first year of our marriage, let's celebrate the New Year together."

"Next year, the year after tomorrow, the year after tomorrow......"

"Until we're both old, we're going to live together!"