In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the Shangyuan Festival is quietly coming......

After more than ten days of cultivation, Fang Yiai was finally able to go to the ground, but the injury on her buttocks was not complete, and she walked and twisted.

For more than a month, it suffocated him.

Although he is a lazy person, he has always been able to sit without standing, and if he can lie down, he will not sit, but after lying in bed for a long time, he will feel irritable in his heart.

Want to take a breath of fresh air outside.

However, the lockdown order has not expired, and he can't house the gate yet, nor can he enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Tang Shangyuan Festival.

On Shangyuan Eve last year, he was drunk and couldn't appreciate it, and this year it was because of the grounding, it seems that he has no fate with Shangyuan Festival.

Qiao'er and Xiaohuan like to be lively, and Fang Yiai suggested that they and Susan go to the Lantern Festival on the Metaverse Festival, but the three girls were willing to leave him and play alone, so this proposal was rejected.

Then close the door and have a family holiday, there is nothing bad about it.

Speaking of which, he has been in Datang for more than a year, looking at the full moon in the sky, he is inexplicably a little emotional, I don't know what happened to his family in the previous life? Can parents be overly sad because of themselves......

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time!"

Separated by two lives, he can only pin his thoughts on the moon.

"Xianggong ......"

Susan hugged his arm, a little worried, Fang Yiai patted his hand, signaled that he was okay, and explained: "I haven't seen my father and mother for a long time, and I miss it a little." ”

He thought to himself: "Don't worry, parents, I live well and happily here, and I hope the second elder will also ...... well."

"You don't need to be careful, it won't take long for the lockdown to be lifted before you can see the second elder."

Seeing the sadness on Fang Yiai's face spread, Susan rested her head on his shoulder, smiled at the corner of her mouth, looked up at the bright moon, her eyes were as bright as the moon, revealing a trace of reminiscence, and she would smile from time to time.

Fang Yiai could guess her thoughts, and asked knowingly, "What is the lady thinking?" ”

Susan's eyes were a little anxious, but she didn't hide it, "I think when you and I met for the first time, it was also on this Shangyuan night, you were also writing poems, and the concubine was looking for the sound of poetry......"

Thinking of the scene at that time, her eyes were shining, and she suddenly proposed: "Fang Cai's poem has not been finished yet, and the concubine wants to listen to ......it."

"Why not!"

Where would Fang Yiai refuse, copying poems or something, there is no psychological barrier anymore, not to mention that it is for his wife, of course he is willing, so he chanted quite loudly:

"The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep. ”

On the table in front of the two, there were white and fat, crystal clear rice balls in the bowl.

The Tang Dynasty did not have tangyuan, and it only appeared in the Song Dynasty, but now that there is a house of love, of course, it can't be the same.

In later generations, he didn't feel any taste when he ate it during the holidays, but now he can't eat it and start to think about it again, especially in the strong traditional cultural atmosphere, he likes this kind of traditional food very much.

So it is not surprising that the glutinous rice balls were born hundreds of years ahead of schedule.

……

Chang'an, Fangfu.

In addition to the two husband and wife, the whole family of Fang Fu sat together, one person on the table and one bowl of rice balls, Fang Yiai young brothers and sisters, ate quite happily, this new food is very rare, not enough to eat, "delicious, delicious!" Mother, I still want to ......."

Fang Xuanling and his wife also held the bowl and ate with a smile on their faces, because they knew in their hearts that this was made by their son and daughter-in-law, and they couldn't help but be sweet in their mouths and sweet in their hearts.

"This bastard boy is really painstaking in eating this matter!"

"Are you praising or hurting others?" Lu Shi waited for a glance and asked.

"Praise him! Praise him! ”

Fang Xuanling hurriedly replied, otherwise, I am afraid that I will not have anything to eat tonight. This is hand-wrapped by my son and daughter-in-law, and I don't know when I want to eat it next time.

Seeing the happy appearance of his in-laws, Du Shi, who was beside Fang Yizhi, twisted his husband and glared at him fiercely when others couldn't see it.

As if to say: "Look at Erlang, how much will please your father-in-law, why don't you learn a little." ”

It's not jealous to say it's jealous, she also knows in her heart that her brother-in-law is a talented person, and there are few people in the world who can compare, and she has no intention of comparing, so she is still a little honored.

Moreover, Fang Yiai has now obtained the title by herself, and she will not come to compete for the title, and the family is naturally more happy.

However, it is inevitable that there is a little taste in my heart, Susan's impression in the hearts of my in-laws must be much better, and my eldest daughter-in-law is a little embarrassed.

Fang Yi looked directly at his wife with an innocent expression.

Du sighed in his heart, too lazy to bother with his husband.

She is satisfied with the current situation, her husband is no longer a nerd, and since she took charge of the newspaper, she exudes a bearing that makes her obsessed.

Outside the house.

The colorful lanterns illuminate the majestic Chang'an, looking down from above, like a fire dragon winding and circling.

On Chang'an Street, Jin Wu couldn't help it.

All the people poured into the streets, pedestrians were weaving, and the lanterns were lively.

This is not unusual, every year on New Year's Eve.

However, this year is different from the past, there is a place that is unusually popular, it is the first floor of Fang Yiai's opening, the building is about to be crowded, and there is a long queue outside.

Countless pedestrians come here for a bowl of rice balls.

The dumplings symbolize the happiness of the family, the reunion and reunion, in line with the atmosphere of the Shangyuan Festival, look cute, taste sweet and soft, and have an endless aftertaste, which is quite popular with the people.

A bowl of rice balls is not very expensive, and the people can not only please a good fortune, but also eat a fresh one, and the diners are naturally endless.

Behind the counter on the first floor, Fang Ye lowered his head and made calculations, smiling so hard that even he, the shopkeeper, came out to be the bookkeeper, but the restaurant was really understaffed, and everyone was so busy that their feet did not touch the ground.

"The young master is just amazing, just create a new food, and the business can be booming like this." He was really impressed.

Two days ago, the practice of the Lantern Festival has been passed on.

Fang Ye saw the business, recruited a lot of women, and wrapped the Lantern Festival for two days, and let out the wind yesterday, just waiting to make a lot of money today.

People are famous, trees have shadows.

The people are still very confident in the food of the Fang family.

Fang Ye thought he was well prepared, but he still underestimated it, and the Lantern Festival that had been wrapped up two days ago had already been sold out. Now the population is publicized, and the guests are still in a steady stream......

There are dozens of people in the kitchen behind this matter, and they are still busy making Lantern Festival, but fortunately, the ingredients are quite sufficient.

Of course, the wages have doubled, and I didn't see the guys in the building, who ran so wet that the cotton clothes behind him were already full of energy.