This day happened to be the tenth day of the first month, and it was not yet the fifteenth, which was also considered to be in the middle of the New Year, everyone gathered together for a reunion dinner, so the butterfly received a call from the diving bird in the afternoon saying that it was coming, and began to prepare dinner.

She settled in the afternoon, let him stay at home alone and do his homework honestly, and then hurriedly went out to buy groceries with a purse for herself. I first went to the supermarket to buy some things, then went to the chicken shop to line up, bought half a white chopped chicken, and finally went to the vegetable market, bought some vegetables of various colors, and returned home with a lot of things.

Finally, I was busy and cleaned up a table of relatively decent dinners: cold cuts with white chopped chicken, bell pepper and shrimp salad are the common hobby of butterflies and kites. A plate of Sixi grilled bran, which is bought at the delicatessen, Chinese like to serve a plate of roasted bran during the New Year, taking its rich color head.

Although butterflies are not bad now, my father must burn this dish during the Spring Festival every year, and it is a big pot when it is burned, which is enough to eat from the first day of the first month to the fifteenth day of the first month. Later, this dish was the most annoying dish for butterflies.

Every time this dish is served, my father will say: We Jiangnan people must eat this dish.

These unforgettable customs in memory, the butterfly thought it would throw away, but in fact, it was not aware that it had been slowly retained and inherited.

This is how some inheritances are passed down silently.

A plate of red sausages, smoked fish and shredded scallion oil tripe, also bought at the deli, and some husband and wife lung slices and duck tongue in sauce.

These things, butterflies really don't have the heart to get their own, and they have to fry them in an oil pan, and they have to adjust the sauce, which makes the house smoky, and the smell of oil in the room, buy some ready-made ones and it's over.

A little bit of each, just put together into a big plate, looking prosperous, it is also quite festive. Although it is really lazy, it can be regarded as a scene when it is placed on the table.

The soup is the hoof soup that was eaten before, and today it is a family portrait, the hoof meatball egg dumplings are added with some mushrooms, and finally cabbage is added, which is very luxurious.

Usually such a greasy soup butterfly will not be burned, but since Hainan returned, this is still a Chinese New Year's Eve meal at home, so I want to get it. That night, the butterfly also wrapped a red envelope and stuffed it under the pillow of the kite, and when he saw it the next day, he was very happy. He said he thought his mother wasn't going to give him New Year's money this year. However, this year, without Zhuang Yousheng's share, his small purse is naturally deflated a lot.

Cold pots, soups are available. Next up is the fish. Where can there be no fish at a table of wine and food?

When the butterfly was visiting the vegetable market, he passed by the fish stall and happened to see a person picking mandarin fish, he disliked a mandarin fish that was half dead, so he chose another one to buy it alive. The butterfly hesitated there for a moment, and the stall owner seemed to see the butterfly's mind a little, so he said: If you want this, I will be cheaper. Very good fish, but already dead.

The butterfly looked at the mandarin fish, which was already turning its belly and didn't move, so she bought it.

After washing, I made a few cuts on my belly, then stuffed in shredded ginger and garlic cloves, poured some steamed fish and black bean sauce cooking wine and oil, added a little pickled pepper that I pickled in early autumn this year, cut a sausage, put a few red and bright jujubes, and steamed them in a steamer with the fish. The implication is rich and auspicious, and there is more than enough every year.

Then there are a few stir-fried dishes, and the butterflies are prepared a little simple, what sword beans and shredded potatoes, hot and sour cabbage, etc., anyway, there are meat and vegetarian, clean and refreshing, all have been washed, cleaned up, and everything is served in a bowl.

Dim sum is wine-stuffed balls, and it has always been one of Dad's constant traditional programs. Take its meaning of reunion.

Southerners eat gnocchi, northerners eat dumplings, and each place has its own way of celebrating reunion. But, no matter how much you celebrate, reunions are only temporary.

Butterfly doesn't know why I want to buy wine-stuffed balls today, probably because life is always less and more separated, and after years of wandering, I have become in love. It's just, who exactly does she want to reunite with? I'm afraid even she herself is a little confused.

It's a very sweet sake with a hint of wine.

When I was in the kitchen, I was greedy for a while and ate a few bites, but I didn't expect to be discovered by the kite, so I ran over and shouted: Mom, what are you eating?

The butterfly had no choice but to scoop another spoon into his mouth, and he immediately pricked up his eyes and said, "Mom, it's so delicious, it's so sweet." What is it? Why is it so delicious?

The butterfly squinted, looked at him and said, "It's wine." Delicious, right? Did you know that this is what my mom liked to eat most when she was a child?

The kite stretched out his mouth and wanted it, but the butterfly scooped another spoon to him, and then said, "Don't eat too much, you'll get drunk."

Everything is there, just waiting for the diving birds to come.

If it's cold today, you have to fry it before serving it, so that it tastes hot and good.

Right now, there's no hurry!

When the butterfly came out of the kitchen, she looked at the soup, vegetables, snacks, and drinks, and felt very comfortable.

Thinking about it, this is the first time I cook a New Year's dinner alone, I don't have to worry about these things in the past, I was my father in my early years, and then I simply didn't get it, I rubbed a meal here in Gao Ruohan, and I could bring some ready-made dishes home by the way, and I passed the year.

Since marrying Zhuang Yousheng, I have been doing it with him every time, but most of them are also cooked by him. I'm just doing it on the side, washing and messing around.

This year, this year I suddenly found out when I became so capable, and I actually made a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, which was really a little proud and a little emotional. It can be seen that people are forced out.

The butterfly glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and before half past four, she was very sure in her heart, boiled water, and made herself a cup of coffee. It's been a busy day, and my butt hasn't touched the stool, so I can take a comfortable rest.

While waiting, I drank coffee. Sitting at the dining table at the kitchen door, stunned.

The kite keeps asking: Mom, when is Dad coming?

The butterfly said nonchalantly: How do I know? What are you anxious about? If you come, you will naturally come, and you can do your homework with peace of mind.

Zhi Kite is indeed a quick temper, and said: Mom, why don't you call and ask, or ask online?

Butterfly said: I miss your father so much, otherwise, you can go back with him.

The kite stopped sounding when it was heard.

The diving bird came very early, and at that time, the butterfly coffee had not yet been finished, and was halfway drinking, while talking to the kite, while reading his writing, suddenly he heard the doorbell ring.

The butterfly took advantage of the situation and glanced at the clock, a little after half past four. I thought: It's early.

The diving bird brought half a crispy roast duck. The butterfly smiled and said, "Oh, there are too many dishes today."

The diving bird said: Chinese New Year, eat more. Isn't there a little stomach king at home?

The kite hugged the waist of the diving bird and said, "Dad, you are here, why haven't you come for so long, don't you want me and my mother?"

The diving bird smiled and said: Why don't you want to? I've been here, didn't you go to Hainan to play? Don't tell me a word when you go to Hainan? I want to go too?

The kite said: Mom said, you are busy with work, so you didn't call.

The diving bird nodded and said, "Yes, your mother is right.

The kite suddenly rolled his eyes, as if he remembered something, and said loudly: Dad, I want to tell you that I have won the award. The diving bird was stunned for a moment and asked, "What award did you win?"

Zhi Kite hurriedly said: "Painting award, I won a painting award. Dad, come with me, and I'll show you the certificate.

Butterfly said with a smile on the side: Oh, it's the first prize of the little Xu Beihong's calligraphy and painting competition. It's just an award, look at his pride. Zhi Kite was obviously dissatisfied with her contempt for her results, and said: It is a competition in the city, and many children participate. It's really not easy.

The diving bird looked at the butterfly with approving eyes, and praised it from the bottom of his heart: You have educated it well.

Butterfly said casually: Where have I been educated? Painting has been the most headache since I was a child, and it was his father Zhuang Yousheng who taught him to paint since he was a child.