Sweetheart and Situ Qingqing stood at the door trembling, watching Situ Qinglang skillfully light the fire and throw the firecracker into the barrel, accompanied by a crackling sound, the Chinese New Year's Eve of the Situ family came.

"It's cold. Sweetheart rubbed her hands together and said.

"It's really noisy!" replied Situ Qingqing loudly.

Situ Qinglang came back, and his sweetheart helped him pat off the ashes on his body, Situ Qinglang sighed speechlessly: "I have to set off a firecracker at this time of year, I really don't know what the meaning of this behavior is." ”

"It's a lively picture, and it's not auspicious, you see why you are so reluctant, I used to have no place to put a cannon if I wanted to. ”

When the three of them returned to the house, Bai Ting was already preparing to make dumplings, and Sweetheart and Situ Qingqing also washed their hands and stood at the table ready to help.

Situ Qingqing rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was going to do a big job, Meng Feng glanced at it, and asked casually: "Do you want me to come over to help?" I can also make dumplings. ”

"No, no, you men are all playing. Situ Qingqing was the first to refuse, she was really a little afraid that when Meng Feng came, she would have to cooperate with him to play that drama that even she couldn't bear.

Sweetheart is a journeyman, and when she used to celebrate her birthday with her grandmother, she did it single-handedly from dumpling filling to dumpling skin, so the dumplings she wrapped were big, good, and uniform in shape, except for her and Bai Ting, the rest of the people were wrapped in different sizes and shapes, and some were exposed.

Situ Qingqing had to wrap a few little goldfish for everyone to see, and the sweetheart looked at the special-shaped dumplings on the small half table and had a headache, and said that if this was out of the pot, it was estimated that only the dumpling skin would be left, and the little goldfish would be left!

"The sweetheart dumplings are very good, you can make more for Qinglang when you have time, he likes shrimp-stuffed dumplings. Bai Ting said while busy.

"Really?" Sweetheart was surprised, she had never heard Qinglang talk about it before, if she had known, she would have prepared for Qinglang once a week.

"Don't you know? My second brother likes to eat shrimp-stuffed dumplings, and every time he made shrimp dumplings when I was a child, he would puncture the dumpling skin in my bowl and pick up the shrimp, and keep the rest for me!" Situ Qingqing was indignant.

Sweetheart almost didn't squirt out when she heard this, and the scene of two little p-kids grabbing dumplings to eat instantly appeared in her mind, and it turned out that Qinglang would have such a childish and childish scene.

"After so many years, you brothers and sisters don't talk about grabbing dumplings anymore, it's your second brother who lets you. Bai Ting sighed.

"The second brother doesn't let me anymore, he thinks about sweetheart everything, he really married his daughter-in-law and forgot his sister!" Situ Qingqing pouted indignantly.

The family talked and laughed, the atmosphere was not bad, the time was more than nine o'clock in a blink of an eye, the dumplings were almost wrapped, just waiting for the New Year's bell to ring, boiled in the pot, and everyone ate together.

Sweetheart helped Su Rong clean up the table, and she found that Su Rong really didn't seem to know how to do housework, and with her, things would always be messed up.

Sweetheart is diligent and sensible, Situ Zheng is now more and more full of praise for this daughter-in-law, and praised her several times in one night, Sweetheart is very happy, she can finally be recognized in Situ's house.

At half past nine in the evening, just as the people of the Situ family were enjoying the rare calm and harmonious family atmosphere of Chinese New Year's Eve, a doorbell suddenly rang outside the door.

The hurried doorbell startled several women, and the sweetheart reflexively got up to open the door, Situ Qinglang thought about it, and said in a deep voice: "You sit, let me go." ”

"Who will come to visit at this time for the Chinese New Year?" Situ Qingqing muttered suspiciously.

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Guess who's coming!