After wrapping dumplings and making six dishes, with a pot of plum wine given by Meng Qing before, Jiang Qinglime closed the courtyard door and locked it.

When she returned to the hall, she burned two handfuls of paper money, and after lighting the cannons she had bought, she entered the house.

Close the door of the hall and burn the fire at the bottom of the pot.

Immediately after, she climbed onto the kang.

Yang Yanwen poured Jiang Qinglime a glass of wine, and the candle was shining, and he picked up the wine glass.

"Ah Ning, you've worked hard these days."

Sansheng was fortunate that he was able to marry a woman like Jiang Qinglime.

If it weren't for her, maybe he would have become a piece of loess by now.

"The family doesn't talk to each other, not to mention that we are still husband and wife. So it's not hard or not, and I'm not doing it all for you, it's for myself. ”

For oneself is one thing.

But most of what she did was thinking about him.

Yang Yanwen knew that Jiang Qingming didn't want him to bear too much psychological burden when he said these words, so he didn't say more.

Some words, some promises, don't really need to be said.

It is the right thing to show with practical actions.

When his leg is better, he will definitely treat Jiang Qingling well, and he can't let her suffer a little grievance.

Raise a glass, clink glasses, Yang Yanwen has a glass of plum wine. Then he picked up the chopsticks and put a chopstick dish into the Jiang Lime bowl.

On ordinary days, the head of the family usually moves the chopsticks first, which is the rule.

At the reunion dinner of the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, this rule must be observed, but Yang Yanwen first gave Jiang Qingli a chopstick, which showed great respect for her.

Seeing this, Jiang Qinglime gave him a chopstick dish to express his love for him.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and began to eat the meal.

The two didn't drink much, just two drinks per person. After eating, it was still early before midnight, Yang Yanwen practiced walking on the kang, and Jiang Qingling temporarily withdrew the food to the hall first.

Wait until noon, when these dishes are hot, and then add some dumplings.

"Come here, come and sit with me."

There are still more than two hours to boil, and Yang Yanwen, who has finished practicing walking, took two books to the kang and leaned on the quilt to read. Seeing Jiang Qinglime coming, he beckoned to her.

Hearing this, Jiang Qinglime walked towards him and finally leaned on his arms.

"Let's not get tired this way."

Jiang Qinglime just leaned on Yang Yanwen's body at first, who knew that as soon as she leaned over, Yang Yanwen took her into his arms.

In this way, she is comfortable, but Yang Yanwen, who is holding a book in one hand, is estimated to be uncomfortable.

"Not tired." Yang Yanwen turned his head to look at her and smiled, "And I want to hold you like this now." ”

If you think, then you can hold it.

Jiang Qingling smiled at Yang Yanwen, did not speak, leaned on his body, and quietly enjoyed the tranquility of this moment. Xianggong is good-looking and gentle, Jiang Qingling feels that this life is worth it.

Lying down Jiang Qinglime, she originally thought that she would get up after lying down for a while, but who knew that she would fall asleep in a daze.

When I woke up, it was already the right time. (10pm)

"It's time to make dumplings."

The most important thing for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is to eat dumplings.

The dumpling filling, she has chopped it up, and the noodles have been reconciled.

As long as the dumplings are wrapped and the dumplings are out, they are all right.

"You don't have to rush."

Seeing Jiang Qingming wake up, he stared at him for a moment, and was about to make dumplings on the kang, Yang Yanwen felt very helpless. It's still an hour before noon, so there's no hurry.