For many days, the New Year's flavor accumulated in Yanjing City finally broke out on the thirtieth day. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although over the years, Chinese people have always complained that the taste of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker, but whenever it really comes to the Spring Festival, I can't help but get excited in my heart, which has become a habit.

Song Zheng's family has been busy since early in the morning, and he has to go to CCTV this afternoon to prepare for the evening performance, even if he rushes back as soon as the performance is over, it will be almost eleven o'clock at night.

In order not to delay the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Song Zheng can only Zhang Luo during the day, as for the two women in the family, Lin Xinru has strong hands-on ability, but the cooking skills are still kindergarten level, as for Fan Bingbing, his face is not red, and he is not panting with a sentence "In our family, I make all the meals, and women are responsible for making money", so that Song Zheng directly regarded her as a neurotic who came here for a vacation from her daughter's country.

Women can't count on it, in order to have a hearty Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Song Zheng has to do it herself.

The dishes have already been prepared, just wait for Song Zheng to fry them an hour before he leaves, put them in the refrigerator, and turn around Lin Xinru as soon as he is hot, he is making dumplings at this moment.

Judging from Song Zheng's action and strength in making dumplings, his mood is not calm at all now, there are three adults and one child, and he actually has to prepare four kinds of fillings.

Fan Bingbing was born with a self-cooked, lived here for two days, and regarded himself as half a master, when Song Zheng politely asked her what kind of stuffed dumplings she liked to eat, this guy didn't even know how to say "anything can be done", and said that mutton zucchini was her favorite.

The angry Song Zheng almost ran away at that time, you are blind, didn't you see that Lao Tzu prepared the stuffing of three fresh meats?

Song Zheng just gritted his teeth, and he still had a smile on his face, and Lin Xinru also followed to stir up trouble, saying that he didn't like to eat dumplings with meat filling, and wanted to eat leek eggs.

Daughter-in-law, are you a female star, go out with leek leaves stuck to your teeth, you are not afraid of being seen and ruining your image!

Song Zheng is now wrapping it, and he hates to give himself two big mouths, just wrap it up, what's the politeness, it's just to find a doctor for himself.

"My brother-in-law's dumplings are so good-looking, my dad can't make dumplings, when he doesn't cook them, he will be allowed to show the filling, just for this matter, my mother didn't fall on him!"

Fan Bingbing squatted aside, watching Song Zheng wrapping dumplings with his hands and feet, and not forgetting to pat his ass, her Yanjing dialect with the flavor of Qilu sounds very awkward, but people are tired of it, and they are determined to break the geographical boundaries and move closer to the people in the capital.

"Brother-in-law, why is there so little stuffing!?" Fan Bingbing said, stretching out his finger and pulling it in the mutton zucchini filling, "Can you wrap enough for forty?"

Forty!?

Song Zheng looked at the beautiful Fan Bingbing with a frightened face, and complained in his heart: Are you not afraid of dying!?

Song Zheng wanted to blast Fan Bingbing away, but he was a guest invited by Lin Xinru, and he didn't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha.

The stuffing is indeed not enough, but it is obviously too late to prepare at this time, but to meet Fan Bingbing's desire to kill, he can't be sloppy, so, under Song Zheng's hands, the number of dumplings continues to increase, and the volume is getting smaller and smaller.

Fan Bingbing looked at the small dumplings that could be held in a bowl and pulled directly into his mouth with chopsticks, which was also a black line.

Brother-in-law, you're kidding me!

Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Zheng didn't have time to pay attention to Fan Bingbing's resentful eyes, and went straight to the kitchen to start stir-frying, and when the eight dishes were fried, put on a plate, and put them in the refrigerator, it was time to leave.

Today's CCTV is particularly lively, and the elites of the national literary and art circles gather in one place from all directions, just for the performance in the evening.

Song Zheng just arrived backstage and saw the two brothers Yuquan, like Song Zheng, they are also newcomers to the Spring Festival Gala, they don't know many people, when Song Zheng came, the two of them were in a corner of the backstage, holding a deck of playing cards and playing golden hook fishing.

Now that Song Zheng has arrived, it is just enough for a deck of cards, and the game has become an arch pig.

"Old Hu, it's your turn!" Song Zheng had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it, this is CCTV after all, it's good to be low-key, it's okay to hide it, if it's really smoking, maybe you will offend someone, "You won't go home for the New Year!?"

Hu Hai's family is from the Northeast, unlike Song Zheng and Chen Yufan, who can go home as soon as the performance is over.

Hu Haiquan looked at his cards: "What's the matter! More than a thousand miles, when I get home, the year is over, there is no rut, I can't help myself when I enter this industry, let's live with the hotel for a night, and I will talk about it tomorrow! Chen Tao, do you want it!?"

Chen Yufan handed over the cards and admitted defeat, automatically pasted a note on his face, shuffled the cards, and a pair of eyes were still touching around: "I went out just now and saw Zhang Ziyi, I used to watch movies and thought she was very beautiful, but today I saw a real ~~~~~"

Chen Yufan stopped halfway through speaking, smashed his mouth, shook his head, and seemed to be a little disappointed in his expression.

Song Zheng looked at it, and he couldn't complain, big brother, just your honor, are you embarrassed to laugh at others?

But~~~~~~~

Song Zheng also felt that Zhang Ziyi was actually not good-looking, although her facial features were exquisite, he always felt that Zhang Ziyi's face was a little crooked, unlike her own daughter-in-law, who looked at Zhou Zheng.

The servants hid in the corner, playing cards, chatting and gossiping, looking relaxed, although they all felt that they were already very low-key, but in the backstage of the Spring Festival Gala, they still looked very different, and many people had noticed them.

Boy!

Is this a big loose heart, or no heart and no lungs!

This is the Spring Festival Gala, even old artists can't help but be a little nervous, and they are all recalling every detail of their program at this time, for fear that after they come on stage, something will go wrong, and then they will become the laughing stock of the people of the whole country.

You know, the current Spring Festival Gala is different from previous years, the Spring Festival Gala was recorded and broadcast, even if there is a mistake on the stage, it can be re-recorded, but now it can't be done, live broadcast, a slight mistake, can be infinitely amplified by someone with a heart, according to a sentence in the cross talk line, this is called "Picking cakes on the ground, taking thieves on the other side", no one dares to be careless.

These three are good, they look like they're all right, and they still play cards, but they don't have a long heart!?

The three people who are in the fierce battle are completely unaware that they have become an alternative in the eyes of everyone, and the three of them are a cat in the corner, forming a world of their own, and the surrounding environment, obviously does not match the style of painting.