Hurry up, open your mouth. Huang Yixi stuffed the steaming chicken roll into Shang Luoyu's mouth, which she secretly took when her grandparents were not paying attention. The freshly steamed chicken rolls were better than the fried ones, and Huang Yixi stuffed the remaining chicken rolls into his mouth, looking satisfied.

She didn't see Shang Luoyu answer the phone just now, and when she came out, she wanted to stuff the snow into his neck, and heard the next few words.

At that moment, she was furious, and she couldn't wait to pick up the kitchen knife and fight with Luo Huifen.

But seeing Shang Luoyu's painful appearance, she quietly turned around.

Behind Huang Yixi's smile, there is a deep sense of boredom, with such an unconscious mother, Shang Luoyu's heart must have been full of holes.

She sometimes feels that Shang Luoyu is more pitiful than her, she at least has a reliable mother, even if her bun mother doesn't help her much, but that love is real, although her father is dead, but he has always been alive in her heart, and Shang Luoyu's father is alive, but in his heart it is like a background board.

Shang Luoyu's father is a typical Baishui man, he never goes into the kitchen, he only cares about his career, and he spends his heart, he never cares about Shang Luoyu's education when he was young, and the father and son spend very little time together, except for a few times that they are either fists or because of money.

When Shang Luoyu made money and his career was not going well, the communication between father and son was even more pitiful.

Shang Luoyu hugged his wife, no matter how embarrassed he was in front of her, he always felt at home by her side, and his smile was full of relief and ease.

Although the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve is not as rich as in Chongren, there are also eight hot dishes and four cold dishes and two soups, Tang Chaoque sipped the Huang family's self-brewed wine, looking out through the window, looking a little trance.

It seems to be a long, long time, and in his impression, the taste of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker, and he can hardly feel the joy of the Spring Festival.

Every year, I eat numbly alone, watch skits on TV that make people laugh, curl up early and go to bed, waiting for the bombardment of firecrackers.

But now, listening to the sound of firecrackers in my ears, the excited laughter of Huang Yixi in the kitchen next door, the twinkling stars in the dark night sky in the distance, the hot temperature in the house, and the steaming dumplings on the dinner table in front of me, the taste of the New Year lingers in front of me.

After eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is a vigil, old and young guard the TV to wrap dumplings, many comedy sketches on TV have long been circulated on the Internet, but for Huang Zhixin Yu Meiqing is very funny, the annual opera skewers are a cultural feast for them, the old couple is interested, and also sang a classic song of Liyuan Opera "Three Thousand Two Gold" to Tang Chaoque.

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was listening to it with relish, Huang Yixi secretly smeared the flour in his hand on Shang Luoyu's face, Shang Luoyu chased her for a while, and performed a zombie jump before washing his face.

"Mr. Tang, eat dumplings. After the firecrackers were finished, Shang Luoyu walked in, kicked off the cotton shoes on his feet and put the slippers, and greeted Tang Chaoque.

Tang Chaoque didn't know that southerners did not have the custom of eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year, and these dumplings were made for themselves.

Lin Shufang poured some soy sauce and vinegar into the bowl, added minced garlic and coriander, and dripped in two drops of sesame oil, stirring: "Mr. Tang, you try." ”

The dumplings rolled around in the prepared sauce, and then put them in the mouth, the sweetness of the cabbage and the aroma of lean meat, as well as the taste of shrimp, were mixed with the sauce, which made Tang Chaoque's stomach instantly warm.

"Yes, you eat too. He said vaguely, looking at Lin Shufang's instantly happy smile, his eyes were sour, and he hurriedly wiped it with his hand: "It's a little sour, look at me, I'm still hungry for this bite when I'm so old." ”

"Isn't that normal? We're both hungry when we're so old. Huang Zhixin took a sip of wine with satisfaction and picked up a dumpling, "It's the New Year, what's so fun in Kyoto?"

"Do you want to eat barbecue tomorrow?" Tang Chaoque knew that Shang Luoyu and his family were going to the merchant tomorrow to pay New Year's greetings, and there were only four of them left in the family.

"There are still stores open on the first day of the Lunar New Year?"

Lin Shufang asked curiously, in Baishui Prefecture, there are very few stores open on the first day of the Lunar New Year, after all, there are three times the salary and many expenses.

In the past few years, many hotels and restaurants outside were open normally, but now the taste of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker, and many restaurants don't want to make that little hard-earned money during the New Year.

"There's one that's open all year round. Tang Chaoque looked up at Lin Shufang: "Sister, you are retired, you should rest for a few days." ”

Huang Yixi nodded desperately, many times she didn't let her mother work, but her mother refused.

"Okay, a few of us old ones are going out to have fun. Lin Shufang looked at her father-in-law and mother-in-law who looked longing, thought for a while and nodded.

Seeing his mother-in-law skillfully stepping on the accelerator, Shang Luoyu took Huang Yixi to the business, Duan Chunyu and his wife had already gotten up, dressed and waited for them to come to pay New Year's greetings.

The New Year's goods for the merchants were sent over a long time ago, but early in the morning, Lin Shufang made a big bag of fried dates after getting up and asked them to bring them over.

Huang Yixi looked at the pile of fried dates, feeling a little uncomfortable, hearing her mother say that she made three flavors, and she didn't know what time she would get up and get busy.

"Mom, what time did you get up? Didn't you have to do it? Haven't you heard people say that if you are busy on the first day of the new year, it will be very hard all year long?" Huang Yixi's tone was a little rushed.

Although she felt that her daughter was very good, Lin Shufang knew very well in her heart that her daughter's in-laws did not accept her, so every time she contacted Shang Luoyu's family, Lin Shufang was cautious and flattered.

"Who said, which housewife is not busy, in previous years, everyone didn't have to get up to open the noodles and noodles, what is it to make these fried dates, besides, we have to bring a few snacks when we go out to play today, not on purpose.

Lin Shufang patted her daughter's arm, her son-in-law was by her side, what kind of character was she playing.

"Mom, this fried date is delicious, thank you for your hard work. Shang Luoyu pinched a steaming fried jujube and put it in his mouth, which was his favorite sesame peanut filling.

Fried jujube is not complicated, that is, white sugar plus glutinous rice flour and steamed sweet potato puree are stirred together to make the skin, there are several kinds of filling, but the Huang family most often makes three kinds, the traditional sesame peanut winter melon sugar filling, taro paste, and salty cabbage shreds.

The sesame peanut winter melon sugar filling that is sweet on the outside and sweet on the inside is made for Shang Luoyu alone, and the other two kinds of Huang family likes it, and the mung bean paste and red bean paste that are often sold outside have long been withdrawn from the Huang family's table under the repeated protests of Huang Yixi and several children.

Although the process is not complicated, the working hours are not short, not to mention that the stuffing of the cabbage shreds is still said by his grandfather a few days ago. He won't say sensational words, but his mother-in-law will send the old man to the end.

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