Zhao Xiaodong waved his hand, "I'm fine, I'm drinking well! I can't get drunk, don't be reluctant to give up your little wine!"

Song Yiran couldn't cry or laugh, she couldn't bear that little wine, she was afraid that Zhao Xiaodong would be in a hurry and uncomfortable after waking up.

"You drink, eat more. ”

Zhao Xiaodong took two more sips of wine and handed the empty bowl to Song Yiran, "You pour me some more." ”

Song Yiran simply poured her half a bowl of wine to save her from being stingy.

"This wine is strong and delicious. ”

"If you know it's strong, drink less. ”

Zhao Xiaodong smiled, "You eat meat, look at your skinny!Don't you always think about braised pork and croquettes, why are you pretending to be delicate at this time and not eating it!?"

"I'll eat it, why don't you eat it!" Song Yiran sandwiched a piece of braised pork, looked at the fat and shiny piece of meat on the chopsticks, couldn't help but sigh softly, and secretly put the meat in his mouth with tears.

She wants to eat braised pork, but the pork belly has to be fat and thin! This big fat piece is full of oil in her mouth, it's too exciting, I can't stand it!

It was rare for Zhao Xiaodong to stuff some rice with an aluminum lunch box, and Song Yiran hurriedly took a bite and pressed the fat.

"It's a good day now! It's not like when I was a child, I couldn't eat or wear. Zhao Xiaodong was obviously drunk, Song Yiran took a look, good guy, half a bowl of wine bottomed out again.

If you drink at this rate, it's strange if you don't get drunk! Moreover, Zhao Xiaodong has already taken the wine bottle, obviously to take the initiative himself.

You say she's drunk, but her eyes are quite clear, and the only difference from usual is that she talks more.

Zhao Xiaodong usually never mentions Tian Changdian's matter, even if Song Yiran mentions it, she will try her best to bypass this topic! Today, after a bowl of wine, she couldn't wait to talk about Tian Changdian.

"At that time, we were very nice, he helped me with my work, digging wild vegetables, hunting grass, and accompanying me in everything. He is reluctant to eat all the pickles he usually brings, so he will quietly leave two for me, for fear that I will not be full. ”

There was light in Zhao Xiaodong's eyes, and it was tears.

When Zhao Xiaodong was young, life was worse than now, and there was such an eccentric mother at home, so in the face of the kindness released by outsiders, she would always cherish and be moved.

Maybe Tian Changdian moved her like this.

"You say, am I miserable?"

Song Yiran slipped away for a while, and the wine in Zhao Xiaodong's bowl bottomed out again. At this time, her face was a little red, and she talked more and more, and her eyes were a little confused.

In the final analysis, I still feel bitter in my heart, and I am in a hurry to drink, but will I get drunk quickly?

Drinking like this hurts your body!

Zhao Xiaodong babbled a lot of things, talking about Tian Changdian and her when she was young, how distressed she was after she got married, and saying that she had been ruined by her mother's family all her life, etc.

Song Yiran looked at Zhao Xiaodong, who kept chattering after being drunk, and felt something.

Zhao Xiaodong has always given people a particularly strong feeling, as if she doesn't need anyone, and she can live a good life alone! But if she can be weak, which woman is willing to be strong!

A good Chinese New Year's Eve dinner has become a grievance meeting.

Song Yiran didn't have any dissatisfaction, and listened quietly, the negative emotions in people's hearts have been suppressed for a long time, and they want to vent out. Otherwise, no matter how strong your heart is, you can't hold so much suffering!

Zhao Xiaodong chattered for a long time, and finally tilted his head and fell asleep.

Song Yiran sighed, gently flattened her body, and pulled the quilt to help her cover it.

The dishes were a little cold, but Song Yiran drank by himself and still ate very deliciously.

Zhao Xiaodong was woken up by the sound of chopping stuffing, she slept for a while, obviously much easier, and her head didn't hurt, but her throat was a little dry.

"I'm drunk!?" Zhao Xiaodong got off the ground to put on his shoes and walked out.

Song Yige is chopping dumpling filling, this job is not difficult, although she has never done it before, but she gets started quickly, and it is not difficult to do.

"Auntie, are you awake?" Song Yiran asked her, "Did I disturb you?"

"No, it's time for me to wake up, this is what you can do, let me come. Zhao Xiaodong rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to take the kitchen knife in Song Yiran's hand, "You rest." ”

It was already a little dark, and Zhao Xiaodong slept for more than two hours. Song Yiran lives in a relatively remote way, otherwise at this time, he should be able to hear the laughter and laughter of other people's families.

Zhao Xiaodong is a good cook, and after a while, the cabbage and meat filling are chopped. She cleaned the sauerkraut twice, then began to slice the sauerkraut, cut it into thin strips, and chop it into filling.

"Tomorrow morning, let's get the stuffing out first, so we don't have to be so busy in the morning. ”

Song Yiran nodded, "Auntie, you take a break, drink saliva, I'll get it." ”

"No need for you. Zhao Xiaodong looked very happy, I don't know if it was a relationship that said everything in his heart, and people looked a lot easier.

Neither of them mentioned Tian Changdian, and they avoided this topic very tacitly.

Zhao Xiaodong chopped all the fillings to be used, and then prepared to make noodles.

It's really an era when there is no entertainment, and I guess I will go to sleep after eating dumplings. If there are many people in the house, adults and children can still be lively for a while, but unfortunately there are only two of them, and they can't be lively if they want to.

"Auntie, why don't we hurry up and make dumplings!

Zhao Xiaodong nodded, "Okay." As he spoke, the movements of his hands quickened.

The noodles were reconciled, the stuffing was mixed, Zhao Xiaodong took the board and the curtain, and everything was ready.

What she didn't expect was that Song Yiran would make dumplings and roll skins, and it didn't look like the first time she did this job.

"It's not difficult, just watch it twice!" Song Yiran said that his IQ was very high, in fact, almost everyone who was a soldier in his previous life would make dumplings.

"Okay! it's a smart one!" Zhao Xiaodong also sped up the movements of his hands.

Boil water, steam dumplings, peel garlic, pound garlic puree......

Although the two of them were not hungry, they couldn't hold back, and each of them ate more than ten dumplings, so they stopped chopsticks.

"Oh, these dumplings are so delicious!" Zhao Xiaodong sighed, looked at the sky outside the window, and said, "Hurry up and pack up and go up the mountain!"

Song Yiran nodded, and hurriedly 'took' the sacrificial supplies he bought from Jiang Dahai from the box, copied the remaining bottle of liquor from before, took the matches, and put them all in the basket.

"Two more bowls of dumplings. Zhao Xiaodong's mood was slightly heavy, "After all, it's the New Year, let the old man eat two with him." ”

Song Yiran nodded, took two large bowls, and loaded the dumplings with quick movements.

The two men took baskets, locked the door, and went up the hill with one foot deep and one foot shallow.