During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the big room and the three rooms take advantage of the day to go back to their parents' homes with their families and children, and at night they only need to go back before dinner, and the family can be reunited to worship the moon.

A family of three packets of small bags, fortunately, the villagers are also used to their extravagance when they go back to their parents' house, and there must be envy and jealousy, and they only hate his daughter's life. This also shows that don't underestimate others who are poorer than you, everyone has a time when they are rich.

really responded to that sentence, no one knows about the poor in the downtown area, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.

Although most of the families in the village basically work in the Shen family's workshop, everyone wants to climb the skirt relationship again. Better. Or if there is a project that can be done together, big or small.

Shen Xinran came to his grandfather's house to hide in Wu Li's room, and his sister and brother hid for a few days, because there were too many people outside, wave after wave, and he didn't like this kind of social relationship. I have to be out of sight, and my heart is not quiet.

stayed in the Wu family for an hour, but there was no way, so I kidnapped the Wu family and went back to Yishan Village for the reunion festival. I really can't live here. It's not the first time anyway, and it won't be the last. This plan was unanimously approved. Originally, I wanted to be reunited, but this person came and went as if he was at home, obviously on the street.

It is not only the old Wu family who has done this, but also the Manchu family, and the Wu family also came to the Shen family in the front and back of the Manchu family. Everyone laughed tacitly at each other. The same era, the same family.

Because I didn't expect that Wu Man's family and his family would grow old, it would be too late to cook dinner now.

Shen Xinran decided to eat hot pot when he saw everyone. Hot pot is fast and efficient, and the most important thing is hot pot, which is lively when there are more people to eat. Shabu-shabu is meant to be lively.

There is no hot pot table, so I have to put the artificial simple version on top, there is no duck pot, it's okay, the bottom of the pot that is not spicy is pure chicken, duck and pig as the soup base, and the spicy one is on the chili, and the seasoning is adjusted by itself. The importance of hot pot is to do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

Seeing that even the pot was served on the table, although everyone was surprised, they didn't say much, Bi Jing was thought of by Shen Xinran, and it must be a fresh way to eat.

Arrange for everyone to be in place.

"Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, Xiao Ran, you will invite milk to eat raw meat and lettuce." Shen Mengshi joked to speak for everyone.

"Yes and no, this fish can be eaten raw." Salmon sashimi is very famous in a modern country, but she can't accept it. "Look at me, prepare the seasoning for yourself first, and adjust your own personal taste by yourself."

Seeing that everyone was adjusted, Shen Xinran returned to his seat and sandwiched a thin piece of pork shabu-shabu, "This is called hot pot, also called shabu-shabu, this hot pot has a way to eat shabu first and then shabu-shabu, just like this, put the meat into the boiling soup pot, and you can just breathe less." "Homeopathic display of cooked meat.

"Put it in the seasoning and eat it, it's that simple. But I hope you don't mind, everyone is a family and everyone uses the same pot. Shen Xinran made a simple operation and let them do it themselves.

There are three tables for men, one table for men to drink, one table for those who need to be taken care of and taken care of, and one table for themselves to take care of, of course, plus two who do not drink, and lie at one table.

"It's a novelty to eat." Wen Qiaohan whispered to Shen Ruoran.

"I'm sure to tell you, my sister must have an idea in her heart." The inexplicable Shen Ruoran also consciously lowered his voice. It's strange, why, what can't be said here, why should you be so careful.

"This fish ball is good." Wen Qiaohan scooped up the handmade fish balls and gave them to Shen Ruoran, "What do you want to eat?" ”

"I don't pick, I can do it." She doesn't pick what to eat. I used to be happy when I had something to eat, and I would pick and choose. As long as it fills your stomach.

"I don't pick either." Wen Qiaohan concluded that he didn't have any requirements for food, and sometimes he encountered things that were difficult to figure out, and often forgot to eat.

The two chatted back and forth, Wen Qiaohan was in charge of shabu, and Shen Ruoran was in charge of eating, tacit understanding.

"Do you want to cooperate?" Zimao asked mysteriously.

"No plans yet." Eat your fill first. "If there's beef, it's perfect." Ploughing cattle are not allowed to be killed at will, except for birth, old age, sickness and death and accidents, which must be reported to the yamen, and can only be killed after verification. Cattle and horses must be filed in the yamen, and if they die, the case will be dismissed.

"Is this the fish I caught?" Zimao sandwiched a fish ball for Shen Xinran, slippery and slippery, not easy to clip.

"It's called hand-made fish balls. Eating hot pot can not have these must-have items. "I miss the shabu-shabu in my previous life.

"Pork is called pork balls, and cattle are called beef balls, all of which are meatballs, how to call them vegetarian."

"There are corn balls and mushroom balls." Hunsu is nostalgic.

"I'll eat next time". Zimao leaned in and said, "Alone." ”

"It's just you." Shen Xinran frowned, glanced at him with disgust, and did not refuse or agree.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, everyone ate to support their stomachs, which has not happened for a long time. For dinner, Shen Xinran asked them to only eat seven or eight minutes full, and they should not be too full, which is not good for their health. I didn't expect a hot pot to make them eat a lot of stomachs.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to not wash the rice and cook the rice, so I had to waste a pot of white rice. Fortunately, I was afraid that everyone would overeat. After the moon festival in the evening, you can eat moon cakes when you are hungry. The last part of the Mid-Autumn Festival is to eat moon cakes, which is to put lanterns.

In the more prosperous towns, there will be a grand festival with tide watching, and at night you can also watch the lanterns, guess the lanterns and win prizes. The Mid-Autumn Festival is a concentration camp for poets, or there are so many good poems, good lyrics and good songs in the previous life. It's a pity that in this backward town, the Mid-Autumn Festival can only live at home, and the family can look at each other from afar, share moon cakes, have their own dreams, and put lanterns are all luxuries. The Dragon Boat Festival temple fair has reached a very tight financial situation, and the annual large-scale event is the limit of what it can bear.

After dinner, chatting and chatting, of course, are indispensable, urging marriage, but now it is much better, Shen Mengshi is not clear, so he will not force him. But always keep prompting hints, let others say, let others probe the wind, and of course, string it up before. Let others also invisibly put pressure on him.

Whoever marries a daughter-in-law today, whose grandson washes Sanyunyun and so on tomorrow, anyway, there is always a way to extend to the side of marrying a wife. Shen Youlu also said that he was afraid, and always found excuses or transferred to go out with others. In order to allow the ears to be away from this nagging miracle for a while.

The small ones play games to consume the inventory in their stomachs. Ben Langyong textbook headed by Shen Ziyang. It's really the sound of the wind urging marriage, the sound of reading, and the sound of reading.

It is difficult to merge when the scenery is good, and he should be melancholy on this day of the year.

This is a portrayal of Shen Xinran's current mood. This Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion, I don't know if anyone over there can think of her tonight. It's been so long, and I'm starting to forget about her.

Alas, in the previous life, it was good, the people began to pay attention to the festivals of Western countries, forgot the traditional cultural festivals of their own countries, admired the foreign and flattering, and their own material cultural heritage was forgotten.

People always pursue the so-called trend, and in the end what they pursue is nothing they choose to forget. The retro that is being pursued again.