Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Song Yiran can't remember how many Spring Festivals she hadn't spent with her family in her previous life.

They have been drifting apart, thinking about each other, but they can't fit into each other's lives! They are like hedgehogs that want to get close, but if they get too close, they hurt each other.

To put it bluntly, the outlook on life is very different, and the values are very different. She also didn't understand how she could live in such a strange family, and her own three views were quite correct!

Looking at the slightly bleak Daqing Mountain Range in front of her, Song Yiran felt an indescribable sense of loneliness in her heart! Although she didn't see her family often before, she was a little worried in her heart. And her comrades-in-arms were always by her side, and she never felt alone.

But now! She had nothing, and it was hard to find someone who was her time with her brainwaves, let alone anything else.

The New Year's Day will only increase the sadness!

"What are you doing?" Zhao Xiaodong put his hand in his sleeve and stood at the door of the house and called her, "You are not too cold, hurry up and enter the house." ”

"It's coming!" Song Yiran replied and trotted back into the house.

Zhao Xiaodong poured her a cup of hot water, "Hurry up and take two sips, you are not afraid of freezing and cold, standing there stupidly, what do you think?"

"I didn't think about anything! Now the sun is big, it's not cold!" Song Yiran hurriedly drank two sips of hot water, "Auntie, it's not lively for the New Year now!"

"Yes, there is no New Year's flavor!" Zhao Xiaodong said while lighting the fire: "There were a lot of tricks for the New Year in the past, put some firecrackers, paste the word Fu, couplets, and a piece of red everywhere, how good! Not now!"

The situation does not allow it!

Song Yiran moved a small horse to sit in front of the stove pit, "Auntie, I'll light the fire, you go cook!"

"Hey, okay!" Zhao Xiaodong got up and patted the ashes on his body, washed his hands and cooked.

Four dishes, very well cared for.

The pheasant was processed before, and it was thawed in the house yesterday, Zhao Xiaodong pressed the whole chicken to the cutting board, chopped it into small pieces with a few knives, cleaned it up and put it aside for later use.

Stewed chickens must be put with mushrooms, which has long been a genre practice and has been unanimously recognized by the people.

Hazelnut mushrooms picked in the mountains are the most suitable ingredients for this dish, soak the mushrooms in warm water before cooking, wash them and squeeze them dry, and set them aside for later use.

Cut the green onions into sections, cut the dried chili peppers into sections, scoop out a piece of the lard that had been refined earlier, and put it in the pot.

Zhao Xiaodong's hands and feet were neat, and when the lard melted, he put the pre-cut green onion into the pot, added some thirteen spices, and poured the chicken pieces into the pot, and the smell swished out at once, not to mention how fragrant.

The sound of the iron spoon and the iron pot colliding seems to have become the most beautiful music at this time. The fire in her belly reflected Song Yiran's face red, and she couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth, and a sense of joy surged in her heart!

Although Song Yiran didn't know where this joy came from, she just felt happy!

Zhao Xiaodong also seemed to be happy, her steps were brisk, and she hummed a little song while cooking, and the corners of her mouth curved proved that she was indeed happy.

Maybe it's the atmosphere of the New Year that has affected them, although their thoughts are decades apart, but after all, they are all descendants of China, and the Spring Festival is of great significance to them, which cannot be replaced by other festivals.

Soon, Zhao Xiaodong made the meal.

"Oh, this dish is so delicious today. Song Yiran sniffed, and hurriedly went to the box to get a bottle of wine out. In fact, she is just pretending, and everything is sitting in the space!

"Auntie, you have worked hard, I have to toast you today. ”

Zhao Xiaodong took off his apron and threw it aside, and sat down on the kang happily, "Okay! Today, I will also borrow your light and drink a glass of wine toasted by my eldest niece." ”

Song Yiran unscrewed the bottle cap, took Zhao Xiaodong's rice bowl and poured her wine, "There is no wine cup, just take it." ”

"You pour less, this wine is strong. ”

In the north, especially in the northeast of the Paektu Mountains, women drink no worse than men. Zhao Xiaodong also has a lot of alcohol, and Song Yiran knew that she could drink it, so he poured her half a bowl of liquor.

"Oops, that's a lot!"

"It's not much, it's okay after eating, just lie down and sleep when you're sleepy. ”

Song Yiran also poured a little into his bowl, Zhao Xiaodong stretched his neck and glanced at it, and saw that she really only poured a bowl of wine at the bottom, about two sips, so he was relieved! It's not a bad thing for girls to drink, and if you practice the amount of alcohol well, at least you won't let those bad people who want to get you drunk succeed.

"I usually don't drink, this time I drank two sips with my aunt, this year, my aunt has bothered and worked hard for you. Song Yiran raised the wine bowl, "I'll give my aunt a glass." ”

Zhao Xiaodong was moved to tears, raised the wine bowl and said, "Good boy, it's not easy for you." Let's touch each other, drink this bowl of wine, and start all over again next year, and our days will definitely get better and better. ”

"That's right!" Song Yiran touched the wine bowl with Zhao Xiaodong, and then took a sip of liquor.

Song Yiran drank a lot of alcohol in his previous life, and how many of the soldiers didn't know how to drink? But they drank beer a little more and touched less liquor.

Her body belonged to the original owner, and it was estimated that the little girl had not drunk much, so she tentatively took a sip.

The spicy sensation slid into the esophagus, making Song Yiran's eyes squint in comfort.

Zhao Xiaodong also took a sip, and when he saw Song Yiran's appearance, he thought she was spicy, "Hurry up and eat some food and press it." ”

Song Yiran didn't explain, so he took a bite of the egg and ate it with a smile.

This year passed quietly, and the contrast with the lively Spring Festival in Song Yiran's impression was too great.

I have the impression that at this time, the whole family sits around for a reunion dinner. There are various evening programs on TV, and people are impressed by the sound of people for the Spring Festival, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks. Even if they have a mission, they are in a foreign country, as long as they are not on a mission, they have to decorate it in the small hall and celebrate it lively.

"It's not as good as before!" Zhao Xiaodong ate a few mouthfuls of food in a row, and then sighed before saying: "A few years ago, everyone had to take a red book, stand in front of the portrait of a great man and swear an oath, and they had to memorize those things for a long time. ”

Song Yiran knew, but she really didn't know what to say.

Zhao Xiaodong didn't pay attention to Song Yiran's expression, and only said: "Look at the past few years, has it been much more peaceful? After saying that, he actually drank two more sips of wine.

Song Yiran frowned, "Auntie, drink slowly!"