56.Year (Medium)

There are some preserved goods on the kitchen table, all of which were prepared by my mother a long time ago, purely handmade, including sausages, preserved fish, and other preserved chicken and bacon are stuffed in the refrigerator.

Chinese New Year's Eve dinner has to prepare a few big dishes, mother is busy in the kitchen at this time, the two brothers and sisters rushed in one after the other, Han Fei jumped behind his mother with a big stride, the little girl followed behind with teeth and claws, and when she saw her mother, she turned her two black eyes and pouted: "Mom, Han Fei bullied me." ”

"It's not big or small, who are you, Han Fei?" The mother was wearing an apron and chopping preserved fish on the cutting board, and she didn't have time to take care of the two of them, Han Fei hid behind and snickered.

The little girl changed her tone and continued to complain: "Mom, brother, he bullied me, called me in the face with snow dumplings, and froze me to death." ”

"You two are going to make trouble outside, I'm busy here, Han Fei, how old are you and bullying your sister, I don't know how to let her." After cutting the preserved fish, the mother finally stopped the knife in her hand, turned around and glared at Han Fei, and counted Han Fei down.

"That's it, such an adult still bullies me as a child. As soon as the little girl saw someone supporting her, she immediately followed the side drum.

Before the little girl could finish her fun, her mother turned back to criticize her: "And you, will your brother hit you with a snowball for no reason?" You must have hit him first, I don't know you yet, and I won't eat at all." ”

Then he glared at the brother and sister respectively, yes, each of them played fifty boards, and no one could fall well, Han Fei didn't care, anyway, he was just joking with his sister, but the little girl was a little unhappy, turned her head, and left angrily.

"Mom, she won't hide where to cry, will she?"

"Leave her alone, where would she cry, she thought she was hiding in the room and stealing snacks. ”

"Okay, then I'm not going to comfort her, I'll give you a hand. ”

The mother instructed, "Yes, you can take out the pig's trotters in the steamer and chop them, they have been steaming for a long time, and they should be ready." ”

"No problem. Han Fei lifted the lid of the steamer, and a thick white mist rushed to his face, and the kitchen suddenly looked like Lingxiao Palace, and the clouds were steaming. Han Fei used chopsticks to take out the pig's trotters, and after it cooled a little, he began to chop them into small pieces.

Mother prepares seasonings on the side, Shonan people love to eat spicy, the taste is heavy, in the wok, the mother put in dry chili, fennel, star anise, pepper, vegetable oil and other seasonings in turn, mixed with half a pot of water, adjust the heat of the liquefied gas stove to the maximum, about a quarter of an hour, the soup in the pot became red and thick, the aroma is overflowing, Han Fei saw that it was almost there, poured all the cut pig's trotters into the pot, and then took the lid to stuff it.

"Mom, what else do you have to cook?"

"Have you seen the chicken stewed over there?"

"Okay. ”

On the other side of the kitchen there was a small coal stove with a casserole on top of it, and a small blue flame burned tirelessly underground. Han Fei was stupidly about to open the lid of the casserole, but he didn't expect the lid to be as hot as a soldering iron, Han Fei's claws retracted suddenly, and he hurriedly grabbed the earlobe to balance it with cold and heat. Pick up the rag on the table and wrap the lid, as soon as I open it, the soup in the casserole is gurgling and tumbling, this pot of soup does not put more seasoning, the milk white with a little yellow, pure original flavor, the chicken is fluttering in the soup like swimming, and the shape has been stewed crispy. Han Fei took the spoon and scooped out a little soup, gently blew off the hot air, and brought it to his mouth.

Han Fei exclaimed: "Mom, this chicken soup is so delicious." ”

"It's almost delicious, you just put the lid on the stove and leave a hole. ”

“OK。 Han Fei squatted down and grabbed the stove lid on the ground, aimed it at the mouth of the stove, and left a small hole to cover it, and asked, "Mom, what else do you want to help with?"

The mother replied while cleaning up: "No, I'll do the rest by myself, you go next door and call your dad back, when are you still playing beard, ready to play cards for New Year's Eve, isn't it? ”

"Okay, I'll go. ”

Seven.

At a small round table, four charcoal stoves stewed four bowls, cold and making the sound of charcoal beeping when burning, and five or six plates of side dishes on the periphery. Han Fei came out of the kitchen with a rice cooker, and his sister Han Lin followed behind with dishes and chopsticks. Parents and grandpa have already taken their seats.

Another year has passed, and the family can finally be neat, reunited, and sit together for a New Year's dinner.

Han Fei poured wine for his father and grandfather, and then for his mother and sister, and finally raised his wine glass and said, "The dishes are all ready, let's touch one." ”

"Okay, let's touch one. ”

"Happy New Year. ”

"Happy New Year. ”

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Han Fei touched the inner pocket of the cotton pajamas, took out three red envelopes, handed them to grandpa and parents respectively, and said proudly: "Grandpa, Dad, Mom, you gave me New Year's money before, and I will send you red envelopes this year." ”

"What do I want your money for, you're still a child. Grandpa said.

The father was silent after a drink, and the mother also refused: "That's it, you only have a few pocket money, so you want to send us a red envelope." ”

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, every cent of this money is earned by myself, although it is not much, but it is a part of my heart, you must accept it, I promise, in the future, I will give you red envelopes every year. ”

"Okay, okay, don't push it, just take it. Father put down his glass and made the final decision. Mother and grandfather then put the red envelope under their hands.

The younger sister on the side had already put down the dishes and chopsticks, crossed her hands on her chest, her cheeks were bulging with anger, her eyes looked at Han Fei's side, and she turned straight up, she could hardly see the black eyes, and there was a resentment all over her body.

Hey, Han Fei, you're getting bolder, where's my red envelope?

Han Fei was not in a hurry, poured himself a drink, took a sip of it, and saw that his sister was about to be nervous, so he took out the remaining red envelope from his inner pocket and shook it in front of his sister's eyes.

Grandpa and parents watched the two siblings tease the two siblings as if they were watching a sketch, and they didn't tear it down, snickering while eating vegetables.

The little girl saw that Han Fei shook the red envelope twice but didn't mean to give it, her mouth pursed the sky, and then Han Fei spoke, and said with a smile: "Okay, if you pout your mouth higher, you will break the zenith, this red envelope is for you, happy new year." ”

"Hmph, who is rare, I don't want your red envelope. The little girl tilted her head to the other side proudly.

"No, that's a pity, I'll keep it myself. ”

"Hey, who said no. The little girl turned around abruptly, snatched the red envelope, frowned, spit out her little tongue, and grimaced: "Slightly~"

It was late at night, the family sat around the grill and watched the Spring Festival Gala, Han Fei grabbed a bottle of AD calcium milk and drank it leisurely, and her sister was like a marmot, her mouth didn't stop for a moment, and the snacks were sent in one go. Audiences across the country are looking forward to Zhao Benshan's sketch at this time, this year's sketch is called "Talking about Things", which was performed with Song Dandan.

On the screen, there is a table and three chairs, Cui Hua Na and Zhao Song are separated on both sides, Cui Hua Na is wearing a casual suit, Song Dandan forgives the color fur with a red hat and gray pants, and Zhao Benshan is wearing an old military coat with a Mao suit, which is very earthy.

"It's hard to be a man, it's hard to be a woman—"

"It's harder to be an old woman. ”

Xiao Cui said: "Auntie, let's talk about your book, let's start with signing and selling books." ”

Teacher Song replied: "On the day of the book signing, that guy, that scene, it was quite big, it was really noisy gongs and drums, firecrackers, red flags, crowds of people, that guy squeezed me under the table." When he spoke, Song Dandan waved his left hand and right hand like brushing the wall, and his movements were very funny.

Xiao Cui cheated, let the aunt take the second level, Mr. Zhao learned Song's actions just now, and replied seriously, Song Dandan, who was wearing headphones next to him, still gave a thumbs up, Zhao Benshan said: "I didn't sign it, I sent it for nothing, as soon as I heard that it was sent in vain, the whole township went to pick up the book, and went back to the wall, it was a left layer and a right layer, a left layer and a right layer, and then I went to the toilet to see that there was such a thick stack." ”

"The reader wants to watch the second month after reading the first confinement period, and that guy is going crazy. ”

"Yes, this is true, it is quite uncomfortable, the village chief will go to my house to block the door, don't let your daughter-in-law walk around, hurry up and write the second confinement day, the toilet in the east of the village is not paper. ”

The family laughed forward and backwards when they saw this sketch, especially the little ghost of my sister, who burst into tears and fell into her mother's arms to be coquettish, saying that her stomach hurt when she laughed.

At zero o'clock, there was a continuous sound of firecrackers outside, with 10,000 crackling golden halls, rumbling skyrocketing salutes, and colorful fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Han Fei and his father moved the firecrackers from the house to the open space in front of the door, and the New Year began with the sound of cannons, and the younger sister held a small flower in one hand and circled around Han Fei, just like a little elf in the smoke.

At this time, my parents' mobile phones and Han Fei's mobile phones were ringing non-stop, and one text message after another was received and sent, Han Fei clicked on one at random: I'm afraid that there will be too many blessings on the 30th night, you won't care about my greetings, I'm afraid that the firecrackers on the morning of the first day of the new year will be too noisy, and you won't be able to hear my blessings, and I'm afraid that the dishes at noon on the second day of the new year will be too fragrant, and you won't be able to see my text messages. Therefore, I choose this time to send you blessings, and I wish you and your family an early year here, with a warm heart, I wish you a happy family and an auspicious Year of the Dog!

If you want to know on your toes, this is a group text message, vulgar, vulgar, and so vulgar.

Han Fei wanted to call someone to express New Year's greetings, but he didn't know who to call, and when he came back from rebirth, he seemed to have learned a lot of things that he didn't know before, but there was an extremely unsteady confusion in his heart, a new road, and every step forward was unpredictable.

Ding, it's another text message, it turned out to be sent by Miss Jiang, Han Fei was a little surprised, click on it and take a look: Haha, Han Fei, Happy New Year, I wish you good luck in the Year of the Dog.

Good luck, I hope so, Han Fei smiled and went back to the past: I also wish you a new year and a new atmosphere, and become the first actress in the play.

Bye-bye in the Year of the Rooster!