"Sister, why don't we all have to worship our ancestors...!"

At noon, I heard the sound of cannons everywhere in the tomb, and some families also brought the meals and some meat cooked at noon to the tomb to worship their ancestors.

The ancestors of the grave worship generally do not bring outsiders, and the idle and boring Xiangxiang finally jumped back to the house, and then came to the busy Qin Mo's side.

"Did my mother take us to worship our ancestors during the New Year?"

Qin Mo, who was scrubbing the utensils in the room, turned around and asked Xiangxiang instead.

Xiangxiang knocked on two pigtails, and the red appearance on her little face was very cute.

Shake one’s head.

"Xiangxiang is too young, I don't know, how my sister asked Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang is only four years old. Don't you know that my sister celebrates the New Year with my mother.! ”

People here like to say that they are imaginary, but the real age is actually only three years old, Xiangxiang stared at Qin Mo with boring eyes.

Qin Mo lowered his head and thought about it, too, Xiangxiang was too young, she could only stand firmly at the age of one year, and she could only walk steadily at the age of two, so she naturally didn't know. appear

I just turned three years old.

But, ask yourself and laugh at yourself.

How can I know...

After Qin Mo crossed over, he repeatedly had doubts about the source of his identity.

I only know that the surname is Qin, and my mother's relatives don't know, and my grandfather naturally doesn't know.

Even my grandparents hadn't heard of it.

In the past, Qin Mo had always thought that his Qin family might have branched out from which side branch.

Looking at myself living in this house, it doesn't look like the kind of big house that has been passed down for many generations.

It's a simple mud house, probably built temporarily by a daughter-in-law.

I don't know which family would marry their daughter to such a poor man.

There are no ancestors, although there is a kind of regret that I can't find a source, but on the other hand, it's actually just that.

Xiangxiang is wearing a bright red padded jacket, and the whole person looks extraordinarily energetic, angry, and cute.

It's good that I finally saw the red jacket that other people's children can wear, and my sister can also wear it.

"Xiangxiang, can you wait to help my sister shop for vegetables, my sister wants to make dumplings at night-!"

Finally wiped the house clean, Qin Mo stood up and leaned on the table to hammer his slightly sore waist.

Get up and look at Xiangxiangdao.

"Uh-huh.!"

Xiangxiang stared at the big beautiful and bright eyes, and nodded obediently.

Qin Mo put away the things in his hand and walked outside, about to clean up the wooden basin and noodles.

Here, just like in modern times, every family eats dumplings in the Chinese New Year's Eve.

There are meat dumplings in good conditions, and vegetarian dumplings in slightly inferior conditions, of course, there are still some poor households who can't even afford to eat rice bran nests.

In this big village with hundreds of families, there are still poor people, which is the same level as the previous Qin family.

It's just that now that the Qin family has Qin Mo, they have successively prospered the family like this, with meat to eat and dumplings to eat during the New Year.

Xiangxiang couldn't figure out how she had such a good life.

They eat well compared to most of the people in the village.

At every meal, there is more or less clean white rice and white flour to eat.

Xiangxiang couldn't understand how she could live so well this day.

So as soon as Qin Mo mentioned that Xiangxiang would help with housework, Xiangxiang immediately agreed.

It is right to help my sister with the housework. My sister works too hard to support herself on weekdays...

Qin Mo wrapped cabbage-filled dumplings, and he scooped white noodles from the house first, and then added water, fortunately, he was smart, and he could understand everything at a glance.

Otherwise, if she crosses over, it will be difficult for her to cook.

Add white flour and work it by hand to form a slightly dry dough.

Xiangxiang's little butt is facing the sky, squatting by the stone jar outside the door to pick vegetables, that clumsy appearance, although it can be seen that he is working very hard and is doing it very hard

, but the whole cabbage was in her hand, and it was broken into pieces.

"Sister. I'm clean! ”

After a while, the little girl's hand was still in the water, she half-turned around, tilted her head sideways, lowered the pigtail on one side, and asked Qin Mo.

Qin Mo had already seen her knead the vegetables piece by piece.

"Okay, it's okay, you can put it there, sister will get it."

There were two old pork chops and a piece of bacon cooked in the pot, both of which were used to eat at noon today.

It's New Year's dinner.

"Sister, what is it, it's boiled in the pot, it's so fragrant-!"

The hot soup in the pot boiled, and the steam coming out of the side of the pot brought out the aroma of the meat, making the whole stove fragrant.

The little girl's nose smelled it at once.

"Uh."

Qin Mo was busy with this, looking at the dough in the wooden basin, and replied casually.

"It's the New Year's dinner at noon..."

"Oooh." The little girl replied, and there was obviously an element of excitement in the voice.

"Uh-huh!"

This dough is indeed not easy to knead, it will definitely not be done if it is too soft, it is too hard and not strong enough, Qin Mo is still busy here, so he has no time to deal with the little baby.

After going to the grave, they came back one after another, and every household had things sacrificed to their ancestors in their bowls, and after going to the grave, these things still had to be brought home to eat.

From the vegetable garden of Qin Mo's house, there were voices and figures coming out one after another.

Naturally, they are discussing the matter of going to the grave today, asking for the blessing of the ancestors, asking for the safety of the family, etc.

Qin Mo glanced over there, and then picked the hair that fell from his forehead with his hand.

Go on.

"Sister, when is our New Year's dinner good, Xiangxiang is hungry...!"

When Qin Mo was stunned, Xiangxiang, who had been sitting by the stone jar, looked at Qin Mo's expression, and asked in a low voice with his innocent appearance.

As soon as Qin Mo came back to his senses, yes, this meal at noon was cooked for a long time, as long as Qin Mo got up a little late today, everyone who went to the grave like this would eat when they went home.

"Okay, okay, it's almost there."

Qin Mo looked down and saw that the noodles in this basin were almost the same, he rubbed the dough sticking to his fingers, and then prepared to wash his hands, and began to cut meat, slaughter pork ribs, and open the jar to scoop rice.

The yellow glutinous bacon is cut into a bowl of meat, fat and thin, the bones are slaughtered in a small bowl, the soup of the stewed meat is boiled with cabbage, and the salt brought in the bacon does not need to add any seasoning, and the aroma is fragrant.

Paired with a bowl of fragrant and glutinous white rice, Rao is a modern New Year's meal is nothing more than that...

And Qin Mo's family's New Year's dinner is like this.

"Fragrant, sister, it's delicious...!"

The thickness of the bacon cut is suitable, a piece of mouth, fat but not greasy, fragrant and fragrant, full of flavor, a strong scream delicious.