On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar month, it snowed all day, and in the open space in front of the old house, the snow was no longer above the knees, and one foot was deeply trapped, but the group of chirping little sparrows did not think so, jumping on the snow, whether they used their little feet to pull a few times in the snow, rummaging for possible food.

Now they are one of the most tenacious creatures of the season, proud of the winter with the plum blossoms, and able to welcome the spring breeze with the cherry blossoms. At that time, it will be full of birds and flowers, and it will be full of life.

On the morning of the 28th, Lin Jiaming got up early. Yesterday I chatted with my grandmother for a long time, and I forgot to pack up the dishes to be prepared for the New Year, so today he has to pack up the dishes before leaving, and my grandmother only needs to cook them when he is in Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Jiaming~" Grandma didn't get up much later than Lin Jiaming, she still walked to the room a little trembling and said hello to Lin Jiaming.

"Grandma, why don't you sleep more?" Lin Jiaming had just boiled a pot of water and was about to pour water to wash his face. To say that this weather is really cold enough, the water in the water tank is frozen to death, Lin Jiaming used a firewood knife to chop the ice little by little to get water, and it is estimated that it will be the same in the next few days.

"Haven't you heard that you can't wake up in the first thirty years, and you can't sleep in the next thirty years!" Grandma pulled the leather jacket that was draped over her body, which was left by her grandfather, and she would put it on her body when it was cold in winter.

"Then I'm almost 'thirty years later', haha~" Lin Jiaming said jokingly while bringing the basin to his grandmother.

Grandma twisted the towel, and the water wrung out of the towel hung a curtain of water in the air, accompanied by the more obvious water mist in winter, there was a bit of a fairyland.

"By the way, when you leave, remember to bring that pound of honey with you! I didn't take much this year, I froze to death several buckets of bees, you brought it over and asked Aunt Zhao to make up for it, this is all taken by yourself, there is no pollution......" Grandma wiped her face with a towel, the orange light shone on the pair of dark hands, and the cracked blood-red wounds loomed, and some wounds were wrapped in medical breathable tape.

"Then do you have anything yourself?" Lin Jiaming scooped the water from the bucket into the kettle and hung it on the fire.

"I still have more than half a pound, that's enough...... Enough is enough......" Grandma pressed the towel into the water, rubbed it a few more times, wrung it out and handed it to Lin Jiaming, then got up and poured out the water.

For a while, Lin Jiaming just felt that his grandmother was a little strange when he said this, but he couldn't say that it was strange.

"Okay, then you can find it out, and I'll take it with me when I leave!"

Lin Jiaming took down the pork trotters and a few pieces of pork ribs that his grandmother said from upstairs, put the pork ribs in a large basin, and burned the pig's trotters on the fire. In an instant, there was a "clang" sound on the fire, and the smell of burnt diffuse.

In less than a minute, one side of the pig's trotter was burned open, and when Lin Jiaming turned it over, there was still a blue flame.

This kind of smoked pig's trotters are just slaughtered, after a simple hair removal treatment, and then smeared with coarse salt, salted for two or three days, and then hung upstairs on the fire, after a period of smoke. It is not only preservative, but also has a special fragrance, especially when making stews.

"By the way, you go and take out the remaining pig's trotters upstairs and burn them, wash them and take them away. You like to eat this from below, if you can't eat it during the New Year, you won't be able to eat well!" Grandma put a piece of firewood on the fire with tongs, and watched Lin Jiaming burn the pig's trotters and put them in the basin.

Grandma is talking about Lin Jiaming's childhood.

Lin Jiaming was raised by his grandmother since he was a child, so he will spend the New Year by their side every year. In addition to the first year of junior high school, that year, Lin Jiaming, who was in a rebellious period, quarreled with his grandmother because of some small things and almost drank pesticides, but fortunately he was finally discovered in time. But after that, my grandmother didn't dare to raise Lin Jiaming anymore, after all, his rebellion and the two old men could no longer be disciplined well, so they had to hand him over to his parents.

This is one year!

In this year, Lin Jiaming missed his grandparents very much, and it was also like this, he finally passed the rebellious period.

As soon as he returned to his grandmother, he asked him what he wanted to eat, and he only said one thing.

"Bacon!"

For Lin Jiaming, in this year, as long as he eats a bite of something that he didn't like to eat before, but his grandparents love to eat, he will burst into tears. Over time, he found himself in love with potato stewed rice, bacon, red bean porridge and other things that he had never liked to eat before.

"Didn't you eat during the Chinese New Year?" asked my grandfather.

"For the New Year, it's all fresh meat, I can't eat it, so I only ate a small bowl~"

"Hahaha~"

Years have passed, and my grandmother still remembers this.

"Okay!" After speaking, Lin Jiaming went upstairs again and took off another pig's trotter and a few pork ribs.

When Lin Jiaming washed these, the sun had already climbed into the air. In Lin Jiaming's memory, usually after a heavy snowfall, the next day must be cloudless and good, and the warm sun has never missed the appointment.

"Grandma, I've got it all done, you remember to cook it for a while when the time comes, your teeth are not good, don't stuff your teeth and get inflamed again~" Lin Jiaming packed up his things and instructed his grandmother.

"I know, I can't do anything else, it's okay to cook and eat, don't worry about it, let's go quickly, otherwise it'll be very late when you arrive~" Grandma looked at the mountain opposite, and it seemed that there was a figure there looking at this side.

Lin Jiaming didn't notice his grandmother's action, he just lowered his head and sealed the washed pig's trotters and ribs, if the grease seeped out and stained the trunk of the car, it would be troublesome!

"Grandma, where is the honey you said?" After putting the bacon, Lin Jiaming remembered that the honey that his grandmother asked Aunt Zhao to bring had not yet been loaded, so he asked his grandmother.

"Isn't it on the table?" Grandma turned around and pointed to the Eight Immortals table, which was much older than Lin Jiaming.

Following the direction of his grandmother's finger, Lin Jiaming looked over. But except for a few pockets that he didn't know what to hold, Lin Jiaming didn't see anything.

"Where's it?no~"

"It's ...... Hey, I remember where I left it here?" Grandma walked quickly to the table and removed the pockets one by one, but still found no honey.

"Didn't you take it out?"

Lin Jiaming guessed while accompanying his grandmother to the place where the honey was originally placed. But when the mother-in-law and grandson opened the red-painted wardrobe, they only found half a catty of honey.

"Have you forgotten that it's only half a catty?" asked Lin Jiaming.

"No way, I took it out in the morning!" Grandma insisted that she took out the pound of honey, but she couldn't think of where to put it.

Lin Jiaming had to search room by room, and finally found the jar of honey on the table in the room where he slept.

"Look, I'll just say I took it out!" Seeing that the honey was found, the grandmother was like a child who had been wronged, emphasizing her "wrongedness". Lin Jiaming didn't think much about it, put the honey in his backpack, said goodbye to his grandmother, and left home in a hurry.