The story of Chinese New Year's Eve, when everyone remembers it, is different.

And in Huo Yixiao, he can think of a completely different atmosphere.

After being taken back to the palace, Huo Yixiao's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was at Huo's family.

There are many Huo families, and during the New Year's holidays, each room holds a banquet.

The large round table of a table for more than a dozen people could not be placed in the flower hall, and it was always placed along the corridor outside.

Not only the masters, but also the grandmothers and maids with heads and faces also raised their glasses to congratulate.

On the table are a variety of dishes.

At that time, he was young, and he had a few brothers, and he didn't have much interest in the good food and wine on the table, and he didn't want to be asked this and that by the elders, so he simply ate a few bites and ran away.

There is no shortage of artillery battles during the New Year.

Xuan Zai took the lead, and there was no one who was timid, and they all played in the yard.

The old men in the flower hall were drunk, and the old people shouted that they were keeping the New Year, and they were led back one by one.

After being detained for an hour, he couldn't restrain them, pushed the door and ran out.

Because it's the New Year, because it's a good day, the grandmothers won't really stop them, so that people will watch and let their brothers play crazy.

Chinese New Year's Eve in the capital often snows.

Buddies never fail to have fun.

It was crazy until the third day, the firecrackers in the city crackled and exploded, the fireworks soared into the sky, and the sleepy old people opened their eyes, and this Chinese New Year's Eve was over.

When I grow up, I am not as naughty as I was a child, but I am much more courageous than before.

Xuan Tsai gave up his own artillery battle.

The brothers moved the jars and served the food on the high places, and sat late into the night, watching the rest of the city make a fuss.

When they returned to the mansion at dawn, Mrs. Huo Da scolded them as "monkeys" when they caught them.

For the New Year, you have to say auspicious words.

The blame of the "monkey" further up is unspeakable.

Mrs. Huo could only glare at them: "When can I sit down and spend the New Year in a down-to-earth manner." ”

Huo Yixiao responded to her.

In the coming year, we must be steadfast.

He did not break his promise, and every Chinese New Year's Eve after that, he was very down-to-earth.

Because he was taken back to the palace.

Together, on Chinese New Year's Eve that year, he did not return to the Huo family.

Lunch was used with Concubine Huo, everything was as usual, in the afternoon, the emperor came over, and Huo Yixiao keenly felt that something was not right.

Huo Yixiao retired, he didn't want to embarrass the concubine.

Niangniang explained to him, and went back to Huo's house, waiting for him to celebrate the New Year.

Huo Yixiao responded, but he returned to the Jade Palace.

When the chamberlain saw him come back, he was stunned for a long time, then turned his head and hurried to the imperial dining room.

Where would the imperial dining room snub him, and when the hour came, it was full of all kinds of dishes, and a table of dishes was distributed.

It's hearty, it's delicious, and it's boring.

The huge Jade Palace, dark and dark, the imperial city is not as good as the city, he ate slowly until the third watch, and he couldn't hear the sound of firecrackers.

In the next few years, Huo Yixiao climbed over the top of the palace.

The Qingyun Palace next door is brightly lit.

It's just that there are lights, and Zhu Huan and they are not there.

The old rule is that the emperor accompanies the concubine to have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and the princes and princesses each accompany their mothers and concubines.

Huo Yixiao has no concubine, he only has Shuyu Palace.

Occasionally, for two years, a palace banquet was held on Chinese New Year's Eve.

It's really lively, and it's even more boring......

Wen Yan's hand didn't stop, and he turned his head to look at Huo Yixiao.

In her previous life, she had heard Concubine Huo say a lot, from beginning to end, the most reassuring thing for Niangniang was that she closed her eyes, and Huo Yixiao was really only one person.

A person's Chinese New Year's Eve, heard from the mouths of others, and that's it.

Wen Yan has not used any reunion Chinese New Year's Eve dinner in Zhuangzi for a long time.

She returned to Beijing with each other, and she had no love for Huo Yixiao, so how could she feel pain personally?

Until Concubine Huo told her about "cold food".

At the Laba Palace banquet before she came back, Huo Yixiao climbed the palace drunk; On Chinese New Year's Eve, I jumped into the Imperial Garden Pond with wine.

is obviously plotted by someone, but Huo Yixiao's reason for giving the concubine is "to have fun".

Recalling his previous life, Wen Yan pursed his lips heavily and opened his mouth gently: "When the dumplings are wrapped, don't go to the kitchen to cook them, just set up a stove in the house and eat them." ”

Huo Yixiao lowered his eyes to look at her.

Wen Yan smiled and said, "The name of the dish reported by the old lady just now is very different from the reunion dinner in the capital, right?"

are all Lin'an customs, and Mama Wu is an authentic Jiangnan cook.

The side is not unusual, Xiao Ye tasted it and knew that I still couldn't get used to eating that crab. ”

Huo Yixiao said: "I've heard of it, but I haven't tasted it." Back in Mingzhou the previous time, Xuan Tsai wanted to try, but the local officials insisted on refusing, saying that they were afraid that he would not be able to return to the capital. ”

Wen Yan smiled vigorously: "Yes, if you can't eat it, you can eat it directly into the hospital." ”

Which official would dare to let them eat?

It's really fallen in Mingzhou City, and all of them will be unlucky.

"My grandmother loved to eat, and now she can only taste it." Wen Yan said.

Mrs. Gui is true love.

It's a pity that this thing has a heavy smell and is cold, and it is really not suitable for her body bones that need to be taken care of.

Her daily food is light.

Therefore, only on Chinese New Year's Eve, Old Lady Gui would reward herself with a mouthful.

Say a mouthful, it is a mouthful, absolutely not greedy.

Mama Wu will pick off the red crab paste and give it to Mrs. Gui to comfort her for this year's hard work.

Talking about some homely trivialities, the dumpling skin on the table became less and less, and all became full dumplings.

Wen Yan urged the old lady.

The old lady took the order, went to the kitchen to ask the cook to fry spring rolls, and together with Mama Huang, she set up a small stove for them in the house.

Cold dishes and hot dishes are all on the table.

Wen Yan poured wine for Huo Yixiao, and put the dumplings into the stove.

Sixi roasted bran is salty, with a sweet aftertaste, and the fungus, mushrooms, and peanuts in it are all flavorful, suitable for wine.

The spring rolls are stuffed with shepherd's cabbage, with some meat foam and dried fragrant, and they are fried crispy and full of fragrance.

The plum cabbage button meat is Xuan Zai's favorite, and the fat soaked the dried vegetables, but it is not greasy at all.

And the smoked fish, Ebony was staring at the smoked fish.

It wasn't until the old lady brought its fish soup and fish dumplings that it gave up watching the smoked fish and happily ate it under the table.

The dumplings in the stove are ripe and float up one by one.

Wen Yan took the small bowl and squatted down by the stove, the small spoon stirred lightly, and fished out one by one.

Huo Yixiao put down the wine cup in his hand.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that year, the white-haired Mrs. Xia.

In the same posture and the same movements, the little old man squatted, scooping hot rice balls from a small pot.

"Don't serve it," seeing Wen Yan's surprise, Huo Yixiao also took a spoon and squatted down, "Just eat like this." ”

Wen Yan Wan'er, follow her.

Huo Yixiao scooped one, looking like he wrapped it, he put it in the bowl of Wen Yan, and then went to scoop another one.

This, it doesn't look like it came from him.

The dumplings are made by Wen Yan, and the dumplings are also made by Wen Yan.

On a cold and windy winter day, my mouth was burned and my heart was burned.