When the New Year was approaching, He Yue marinated the beef tendon meat he bought back according to the custom of his hometown, and also made some skin jelly and sausages. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, she just stood aside and commanded, as for the hands-on operation, it was naturally done by Song Mocheng and Yang Yunhai.

The meat on the leg of lamb is chopped into a dumpling filling, and the dumplings are made on the afternoon of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

On the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, Song Liangyu came over early and brought two bottles of good wine, planning to drink it in the evening.

After the red couplets and the lucky characters and the window grilles cut by Ma Lanhua are pasted at noon, the whole family will have a kind of New Year's atmosphere.

In the afternoon, when making dumplings, it is even more lively.

Wipe the coffee table in the living room quickly, and then put the board on it, Song Mocheng rolled the dumpling skin there, and He Yue and Song Liangyu and Yang Yunhai sat around the coffee table to make dumplings.

Even the little adult Yang Zixuan was eager to participate.

So many people chatted while making dumplings, the atmosphere was very pleasant, of course, the happiest was Song Liangyu.

It's been so many years, it's the first time he's done such a thing, although the dumplings are not very good, but he can enjoy the joy of family with his son, Song Liangyu feels that in fact, even if he sacrifices now, he has no regrets.

In the evening, Chef Song's cooking skills will be fully displayed.

Yang Zixuan looked at Song Mocheng who was stir-frying in the kitchen with adoring eyes, and the strange thing was that even if Yang Zixuan grew up in the future, this scene still remained clearly in his mind.

It was also this scene that made Yang Zixuan feel that the man who cooks for the woman he loves is so charming.

A table full of dishes, He Yue also went to the commissary with Yang Zixuan and bought two bottles of soda, so that in the evening, a few of them drank, and she and Yang Zixuan and the two of them made soda.

As a result, Song Liangyu drank a little high, and took Yang Yunhai's hand to tell them about Song Mocheng's troubles when he was a child, "I was tied by your aunt with two small hairs, and he was wearing two little red flowers, and he cried when he looked in the mirror, thinking that he had only become a girl." ”

Xu Yufeng and he both wanted a daughter, but it turned out to be a son, so they always wanted to dress him up as a girl, which frightened Song Mocheng.

"He thought he would become a girl if he wore a little red flower." Song Liangyu ignored Song Mocheng's dark face and continued to break the news.

And He Yue was already lying on Song Mocheng's shoulder and laughed, "Brother Cheng, you were so cute when you were a child. ”

Song Mocheng is handsome, I guess he was also beautiful when he was a child, if he was dressed up as a girl, someone would definitely believe it.

"Isn't it almost twelve o'clock? It's time to set off firecrackers, right? Song Mocheng stood up and didn't want to listen to it anymore.

I don't know what Song Liangyu wants to say for a while?

In fact, Song Mocheng has forgotten many things, but now that Song Liangyu said this, he remembered that his childhood was actually quite happy.

I didn't expect that Song Liangyu would keep all these in his heart.

When he came back after the firecrackers, Song Liangyu was already asleep on the sofa. Helped him to sleep in Ye Qing's room opposite, seeing that He Yue and Yang Zixuan couldn't hold on.

"Go to sleep." Song Mocheng hugged the sleepy He Yue to the bedroom, and carefully wiped her face, but He Yue was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so he let Song Mocheng clean up, and then snorted comfortably twice and fell asleep.

"Are you going to do this with him and not forgive him?" Seeing Song Mocheng walk in, Yang Yunhai, who had not moved, poured him a glass of wine.

Song Mocheng didn't say anything, but drank all the wine in the cup, and then said, "I don't know either." ”

Do you want to forgive him?

He had asked himself before, but every time the answer was that he was also confused.

Song Mocheng can never forget the scene when his mother Xu Yufeng died, until the moment he closed his eyes, he still looked at the door, hoping to see Song Liangyu come back.

The mother left with regret.

Although she told Song Mocheng before leaving, she had no regrets in her life.

But Song Mocheng complained, even if he knew, Song Liangyu felt guilty all the time in his heart.

"It's hard to feel that a son wants to raise but can't wait for a kiss." Yang Yunhai also took a sip of wine, "I don't want you to taste this taste again." ”

"She guesses too."

Of course, she refers to He Yue, who sleeps next door.

"Hmm." Of course Song Mocheng knew about He Yue's hard work, so he opened his mouth and asked Song Liangyu to come over for the New Year together.

The two of them are just like this, you and I drink one sip of wine.

was stunned and drank all the three bottles of good wine that Song Liangyu brought over.

When He Yue woke up the next day, he was woken up by the sound of firecrackers, listening to Song Mocheng and Yang Yunhai talking quietly outside, He Yue slowly sat up.

Look at the sky outside, it's still dark.

Didn't these two men sleep all night?

Next to the bed were the clothes that Song Mocheng had prepared for her, He Yue smiled heartily, put on the new clothes, and cleaned up the bed again, but when she was tidying up the pillow, she found a big red envelope under the pillow.

Needless to say, it must have been Song Mocheng who quietly put it down while he was asleep last night.

After packing up the red envelope, He Yue opened the door, and saw Song Mocheng boiling water in the kitchen, and heard the movement and walked out, "Happy New Year." ”

And gave her a kiss.

He Yue's face turned red all of a sudden, and he hurriedly looked to both sides, and found that there were only two of them in the room.

"They're all on the opposite door." Song Mocheng smiled, "What about Brother Cheng's New Year's gift?" ”

Pointing to his lips, Song Mocheng's meaning was already very obvious.

He Yue blushed and quickly kissed him on the red lips, but before she could retreat, she was hugged by Song Mocheng in her arms, and only after giving her a long lingering kiss did she let go.

"I love this gift."

"What gift? I want it too. Yang Zixuan pushed open the door and came in, and when he heard Song Mocheng say this, he also said, "Auntie, do you think I'm handsome in this dress?" ”

"It's just handsome." But he didn't answer the previous question he had just asked.

Fortunately, the child wanted to play a play, and the smile on his face was even stronger when He Yue praised him like this, "Auntie is so beautiful today." ”

"Happy New Year, Auntie."

"Happy New Year, uncle."

Although the last sentence was said to Song Mocheng, how could the expression on that face look a little reluctant?

"I wanted to sleep with my aunt last night, but my uncle wouldn't let me." The little guy complained and quietly complained to He Yue.

He Yue really forgot, did there be such a play last night?

Absolutely.

Yang Zixuan nodded vigorously, not only that, but every time he wanted to get close to his aunt, this uncle's face was black and scary.