Bud was resting on her arm, her little face flushed, and she looked like a ripe apple.

Be careful that the liver is fluttering...

Shyness, excitement, worry, rejoicing, anticipation, guilt... All kinds of emotions are lingering in my heart, and I don't know what to do for a while.

Do you want to spend the night at the dinner table?

Oops, it's annoying, the wine is so annoying.

She wished that she was really drunk, and it would be better to know nothing, at least to make her comfortable.....

There is a good saying, "Wine is strong and intimidating".

On the wine just now, in an instant, she only felt a little timid, knowing that it shouldn't be, it wasn't right, but the words that were secretly hidden in her heart couldn't help but blurt out without thinking.

But as soon as the words came out, she regretted it a little, thanks to a few months of experience, she had grown a lot, and she had an idea, pretending to be drunk, otherwise she really had to find a crack in the ground to get into.

She squinted secretly, looking at this annoying guy through the gap in her eyes, but how could she aim at it.

I saw him holding a glass goblet, stunned, suddenly drank all the delicate flowers hanging in the cup, got up and took a piece of clothing and walked over to himself.

Ya Ya closed her eyes suddenly, only to feel that her body was suddenly heavy, this guy is still so considerate. My thoughts spread, and I can't help but think of the dance, the song, and I can't help but feel more ashamed...

I just think about it in my heart, don't you sin, right? It's not sorry Mi Mi, right?

Oh, wine is such a good thing, you can be happy and happy, you can think about things you haven't thought of, you can say things you can't say, you can do things you can't do......

All she felt was clear now... It's okay to play stupid... No matter what, at least this guy didn't know how to refuse!

Hmph, always so empathetic, hateful!~~

Who can tell the mind of a girl who is in the prime of her life?

She thought... Aim... I don't know how long it took, but I actually fell asleep.

"Bang... Bang dang.."

Ya Ya felt a sound similar to a train in her ears, and slowly opened her misty eyes, and found that the dining table had been cleaned up, but there was an extra board, and Wang Hao was kneading the dough one by one.

The hand can be flexible, and the dough is kneaded when it is round and flat... It gradually becomes smooth and delicate, without holes and traces.

"Wake up?" Wang Hao's face was as usual and he smiled, "You have a lot of alcohol, I think it's better to drink less in the future." ”

"Hmm. ”

Yaya shrank her head, responded obediently, and pulled the hair on her forehead behind her ears before she said gently: "How long have I been sleeping, haven't I delayed anything?"

"It didn't take long for this to knead the dough. By the way, I didn't chop the meat stuffing, I mixed some leek egg vegetarian stuffing, okay?"

While hanging up her clothes, Yaya said, "Okay, I like to be a vegetarian." ”

"That's good, go wash your face, and I'll teach you how to make dumplings later." ”

"Hey. ”

The dough was almost kneaded, Wang Hao cut it with a knife and looked at it, the skin was smooth, and there was no raw flour. Not in a hurry to eat, he wrapped the kneaded dough in a plastic bag, and he had to wake up for a while.

The buds were empty while brushing the pots and pans in the pool, brushing the dry water, where should it be put away, and said:

"I'll roll the skin. Every year on Chinese New Year's Eve, the whole family sits down to make dumplings, and I do this work. ”

"This is similar to the Han habit?" Wang Hao Yile.

"Yes, we can only get the dumplings off the pot on the first and fifth days of the first month, and the whole family eats reunion dumplings, which is very grand. According to our Xibe customs, it is not allowed to use knives and stoves throughout the New Year. In the Chinese New Year's Eve, he has to cook a month's worth of "faraha efen" (bread), and stew a large jar of "Sasahan Soji" and "Chele" (dishes). ”

"Yes. Is it so exquisite?"

"Not really. Speaking of her own nation, she was very proud and said with a smile:

"On the first day of the Lunar New Year, in addition to scrambling to visit each other's houses, the most special thing is the Lunar Chinese New Year's Eve festival 'Xili Mama'. ”

"Xili's mother?" Wang Hao wondered.

"Mother Xili is a symbolic goddess who blesses the reproduction of the descendants of the Xibe people and the safety of the family home. En~ is a red silk rope more than two zhang long, on which are hung with bows and arrows, red and green cloth strips, sheep hip bones, hanging baskets, boots and shoes, wooden shovels, copper coins and other things, representing a variety of auspicious metaphors.

Like a strip of colored cloth, it means that a girl was born, and I hope that she will be proficient in female popularity in the future and become a good wife and mother. ”

"So, I guess when you were there, the strip of colored cloth your mother hung must have been quite large. ”

"Huh?" Bud Bud was inexplicable.

"Ang, if you weren't so virtuous, you would do anything. Wang Hao praised.

She covered her mouth with the back of her hand and giggled, trembling and coquettish: "How can there be! ”

Seeing her like this, Wang Hao was very happy.

He and Yaya can be regarded as seeing each other every day, and the two of them get along well, but they always feel that Yaya is inexplicably surrounded by anxiety, as if he has brought her pressure.

At present, this is the correct way to open, and the company is not big, so it should be like a big family. Natural, comfortable and relaxed are the warmest ways to get along.

After waking up after a while, Wang Hao smeared a layer of cornmeal on the board so as not to stick to the dumplings.

Bud Ya took a small rolling pin and began to roll the skin, glancing at the TV from time to time, and said with a smile:

"You said that many people shouted that they would not watch it or watch it at this Spring Festival Gala, I remember shouting this for four or five years, right? But in the end? On the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, don't we still keep our eyes in front of the TV?"

"Yes, in fact, everyone has feelings for the Spring Festival Gala, so they hate iron and steel, in fact, they all hope that the Spring Festival Gala can be done well, and they are all looking forward to it. Make dumplings to watch the Spring Festival Gala, don't you come here like this. ”

"We were all the same when we were kids. "Bud bud didn't come from a beautiful one.

The Spring Festival Gala, even if I watch last year's replay every year, I feel fresh, not to mention that Wang Hao has been separated for so many years.

Rehearsal, you say?

Rehearsal his first show to see who goes, and then he goes backstage, how can you slip through the door and look at the cracks, besides, he doesn't have that mind.

Over the years, except for a few particularly impressive sketches, other shows are the same as the first time, and they are silly and complaining with Yaya from time to time.

In the blink of an eye, the buds rolled out forty or fifty skins, Wang Hao went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl, which was soaked in six brand-new plum blossom pentagonal steel hammers, and said with a smile:

"You worship Xili's mother for the New Year, and we make dumplings for the New Year, which all mean the same. This is the rarest 93 plum blossoms in the five corners, why not more packs, just six, six or six Shun, see who eats, eat more. ”

Yaya wrinkled her little nose, pouted, and shouted, "It's not fair, where is your amount of food?" After a pause, he didn't wait for Wang Hao to speak, but turned to smile, "I'll roll out some more skin and wrap more." ”

“......”

Thanks to Wang Hao, he adjusted most of the pot of stuffing, which was enough.

The skin was ready, and the two picked up the dumpling wrapper, picked out the filling, and began to wrap it.

"Yes, you see that the index finger and thumb of both hands are pinched from the left and right ends of the dumpling skin to the middle, and a mouth is naturally left in the middle, and the left and right sides are closed, and the left part of the mouth is folded and pinched firmly, forming a fold on each side. Wang Hao demonstrated step by step.

Ya Ya is holding a dumpling in her hand, but her hand is always inappropriate as if she is not splitting the petals, Wang Hao laughed at her talent problem.

"Hey, how many times is this pinched?"

"Three times, but whatever, why don't you eat it yourself, just don't leak it. ”

"That's not going to work. Yaya disagreed, tilted her head and pinched it twice, she still wanted to learn to give Wang Hao a bag in the future, "Hey, it's watery... Get it down."

“... There are so many fillings, you make buns. ”

Wang Hao was speechless, and hurriedly took the fat pig-like dumplings and rescued them, and taught them hand in hand, which is what looks like that.

At this moment, more than half of the Spring Festival Gala has been performed, and it happens to be Uncle Zhao's "Water Deliverer" debut.

"What the hell are you doing, I'm a serious person!"

"Who's not serious?"

"Serious people, you spend twenty yuan and you pick up the old man's clothes?"

...

"Teacher Fan: Come on, it's a full set. ”

"Uncle Zhao: You are too buddy. ”

Bud Ya sneered: "It's kind of interesting in this sketch." ”

"Do you understand?" Wang Hao was stunned for a moment.

"What?.." Bud Ya pondered carefully, took a sip, lowered his head and muttered, "Stinky and shameless!~"

Wang Hao was depressed, what does it have to do with me, Teacher Fan said well, he snorted, "The Spring Festival Gala can point to Uncle Zhao to live." There is no sentence to say that Uncle Zhao's sketch is successful, and the Spring Festival Gala is half successful. ”

"No, Gao Xiumin and Fan Wei are also very good. ”

What can Wang Hao say, can he tell Mr. Ya Ya Gao that he will have to drive west in two years, and Chef Fan has also parted ways with Uncle Zhao.

"By the way, when is your album released? Yaya remembered and asked.

"On the second day of February, the dragon raised his head to ask for good luck, and I don't know if it's too late. ”

"That's a pretty tight time, hey, you'll be a big star by then. ”

Wang Hao said with a bitter face: "What a big star, what is the effect, it's still two words!"

He didn't bring a system or anything when he was reborn, since he entered the recording studio and was beeped by Brother Bi, he has always felt that he is an amateur singer, so that his heart is empty and bottomless.

Yaya raised her little face, a pair of dark and shiny eyes, winked at Wang Hao, like a little fan girl, and seriously affirmed: "Surely, you sing well." ”

"Pull it down, I know what level I have. ”

"What?" Ya Ya was not happy, put down her chopsticks, and pointed to Zhou Zhuba, who was singing "Dragon Fist" on TV, and said:

"He can't understand what singing is, he can be on fire, you can sing better than him, you are better at creating, you can also play musical instruments, and we are also on the Spring Festival Gala... Why not?"

Wang Hao's rare old face turned red, he glanced at the TV, looked at the buds again, and said with a smile: "You don't know how to operate, so you are so sure that I can do it?"

Bud Ya grinned, "Because you are—" She paused and continued, "Because you're my boss." ”

Wang Hao rolled his eyes and said, "I don't raise my salary if I pat myself on the back." ”

"Hmph, who's rare!" Bud Ya wrinkled her little nose and said dissatisfied.

The two of them chatted while wrapping, slowly and comfortably...

On TV, Wang Hao's newly recognized sister wore flat shoes and began to sing smoothly: "Fight the world, sit on the country, and devote yourself to the bittersweet and bittersweet of the people..."

Just the two of them, there is actually an indescribable sense of warmth, which is quite a bit of the meaning of the reunion of the family Kangning in the song for the New Year.

A few minutes after the song ended, the phone began to mumble and beef... Wang Hao looked up at the wall clock, and before he knew it, it was already zero o'clock, and he was reborn for the second Spring Festival, with family, friends, and a red face... Everything was fine.

2003 has passed, and I miss it......

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