Mu Mu asked for a long time, but after all, there was still no result, so it was really hard to ask anything now.

The system also refused to come out to help, with only one word: wait.

At this time, Zeng Jun called and diverted her conversation with Ye Minghong.

Zeng Jun said that he bought a good bottle of champagne and asked her to go out and take it down.

Mu Mu put on his shoes, came to the side of the road, and took 2 bottles of champagne just when Zeng Jun was passing by.

Back in the house, to the kitchen, Mu Daorong said, "I also bought a bottle of this wine." ”

"Wait a minute, I'll drink what you bought. I kept these 2 bottles first and drank them in half a month. Mu Mu said.

She doesn't know where her hobby came from, why did she fall in love with drinking champagne, in her impression, it seems that when she was in elementary school, Mu Daorong worked in the factory, and his boss gave the employee a bottle, the wine is not very expensive, but the taste is okay. From here, the family will buy one or two bottles every year and put them away, even if they don't buy them, Zeng Jun will buy a few bottles for Mu Mu to put away.

In her heart, according to the ranking of wine, rice wine is the first, followed by champagne. It's like she plays cards, not for how much money, but for a certain meaning, a certain feeling.

Mu Daorong said: "Your cousin seems to buy a little more expensive. ”

Mu Mu drinks more, naturally knows the price of wine, the cheapest on the market at present is about 100 yuan, and it is a small bottle, if it is a large bottle, at least three or four hundred, there are thousands, tens of thousands, such in a fixed store can be bought. In Gancheng, it is more common to be within 500 yuan.

"As long as it's this brand. No matter what the price, I like it. ”

"Wine has to be a little more expensive to be good. Your cousin didn't see anything like that in the store. Mu Daorong said.

"He bought it from a friend. The store will definitely not be able to buy it. Mu Mu said.

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Mu Mu and Mu Daorong were discussing the price of wine, and they didn't know why the wine was so little, but the price was so high.

It would be great if the rice at home could be sold for the price of wine. However, it is impossible to think about it, if the grain is fried at such a high price, the people will starve to death.

Ye Minghong saw that they were chatting happily, and urged: "It's almost dinner." Set the dishes and chopsticks. ”

"It's set. Mu Daorong said.

"I'm going to get a drink. Mu Mu said.

"I bought that wine that is not easy to open. Why don't you drink what your cousin bought? Mu Daorong said.

Mu Mu said: "During the Chinese New Year, you must drink the wine you bought." You are an elder. The old and the young are in order. ”

"Let your dad drive it. Ye Minghong commanded.

Mu Daorong put down the iron tongs, turned around and went to the cabinet in front of the table in the hall, took out the corkscrew, and opened the cork with force.

It was relatively smooth, and it was opened.

He looked very proud, and said loudly: "Amu, it's open." ”

Ye Minghong heard it and said with a smile: "Your dad is like a child, he has to show off when he opens a drink." ”

"When the Chinese New Year is over, you should be happy. Mu Mu walked out of the kitchen and into the hall.

Mu Daorong said again: "When I bought wine, I gave a few glasses, I washed them, and I will use this to drink later." ”

"Good. Mu Mu took out homemade pepper oil and poured a little on top of the fish.

I also saw a bowl of konjac pieces, and I also poured a little on it, which looked crystal clear.

She and her family like the taste of Sichuan pepper, which is soaked in tea oil for a period of time, and the oil poured out is particularly fragrant.

Sichuan pepper is a wild pepper grown in the mountains, and the taste is a little better than that of rattan pepper. The main thing is tea oil, which is currently in short supply in the market, and it is difficult to buy it from the farmer's press, which has become very rare. There are fewer tea trees, and coupled with environmental changes, several boxes of tea seeds can't fry any oil.

The oil squeezed out every year is enough to taste for oneself, and now what is on the table is hard-won.

Mu Mu took a pair of clean chopsticks, got a piece of konjac and took a bite, like cold powder, spicy and numb.

Mu Daorong came out with some dishes on a tray, saw that she was eating konjac, and asked, "How is this konjac?"

"Delicious. Did you grow it yourself?" asked Mu Mu.

"It's not. Bought on the street. I don't know if it's good or not. ”

"Delicious. Mu Mu put down his chopsticks and followed Mu Daorong into the kitchen.

When she came to the kitchen, Ye Minghong asked, "How many dishes are there?"

"There are twelve dishes. Mu Mu said.

"Are these vegetable mosses, cabbage, fried?" Ye Minghong asked Mu Mu.

Mu Mu ate a big meal at noon, and he couldn't eat much, and there was a habit in the countryside that he made a lot of dishes on the day of the New Year, and he liked to save the dishes until the second day of junior high school. On the first day of the new year, everyone is accustomed to eating meals on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, which means that there is more than enough every year.

Although it is superstition, it is a custom after all. In winter, it doesn't matter if the meat is left for a day or two, but the fried vegetables are not delicious if they are left for the next day.

"No more frying. Twelve dishes, complete. Mu Mu smiled.

"Okay. Dine. We'll talk about the rest later. Ye Minghong cleaned the pot and poured clean cold water.

After covering the lid, removing the firewood from the stove, and laying some wood scraps, we went to the hall together.

Seeing that the family had come out, Mu Daorong turned on another light in the hall.

The whole room became much brighter, and by the way, he closed the door and sat down at the table.

The square table has four sides, and he sits in the upper seat, and the opposite position is Ye Minghong sitting, and Mu Mu has always liked to sit on his right side.

There are twelve dishes on the table, three people eat, and the dishes and chopsticks are full. It is also customary to pour wine on the bowl that no one eats.

No one drinks the wine when it is poured, and it is reserved for the elders who have passed away. It's like a sacrifice, asking for everything to go well, no matter the people in the world or the underworld, they must live well. Of course, this is just superstition, anyway, it's just to be safe.

Mu Mu picked up the glass and asked, "Grandma, do you want to drink some champagne." ”

"I drink rice bar. Look at your dad, drink it or not. Ye Minghong said.

"I poured a little. The wine was hot, and it evaporated. Only drink cold. Chakusha shook the white transparent cup.

Mu Mu drank rice wine in a small bowl, stood up, and lifted the aluminum wine jug beside him, "I'll pour rice wine for you and Abba." I'll drink a little with you first. ”

Mu Daorong didn't speak, just smiled, and there were many more wrinkles.

Every time Mu Mu celebrates the New Year, he will pay tribute to his parents with a small bowl of rice wine, and it is difficult to say a thousand words, everything is in the wine.

"Alright, alright. I'll just have a little bit of it. Ye Minghong stopped Mu Mu's hand.

Mu Mu didn't force her to drink, after all, rice wine in the countryside is made from herbs, and people with high blood pressure can't drink more.

"Dad, yours add a little bit. Mu Mu poured wine to Mu Daorong.

"I can't drink more, just half a bowl. ”

Mu Daorong's bowl filled half a bowl of wine, and then Mu Mu filled his own bowl.