The Spring Festival has a history of more than 4,000 years in China.

But the name of the Spring Festival is only more than 100 years old.

In the Han Dynasty, it was called New Year's Day or Zhengdan, and during the Ming Dynasty, it was also called Zhengdan, but most of them were called New Year's Day, New Year's Day, etc.

However, regardless of the evolution of the name, the lunar calendar, the first day of the first month of the summer calendar, is for the Chinese nation, the first day of the new year.

Chinese New Year's Eve, also known as Chinese New Year's Eve, has evolved from ancient times to the present, with various customs, such as Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, sticking Spring Festival, sticking blessing characters, sticking door gods, setting off fireworks, worshipping ancestors, keeping the New Year, hanging lanterns, etc., all of which reflect a strong New Year's flavor.

Of course, some customs evolved later.

Especially Cai Yan, who lived in the Han Dynasty, did not have such a thing as a couplet.

The reason why Cai Yan knows about couplets is because of the knowledge he has mastered for more than three months in modern times.

However, none of this affected Fang Mo's family for the New Year.

In the Chinese New Year's Eve, Fang Mo personally cooked and made dumplings.

Dumplings were invented by the doctor Zhang Zhongjing at the end of the Han Dynasty, and it is estimated that when Fang Mo robbed Zhang Zhongjing back, he had not yet invented it.

Of course, even if he invented it, it is estimated that it has not spread, Fang Mo in the Eastern Han Dynasty, although he and Cai Yan have spent a year, but that time did not make dumplings for Cai Yan, and now it is the first time Cai Yan has eaten dumplings.

"Xiaobai, do you eat celery?" Fang Mo knew that Cai Yan ate celery, but some people didn't eat it, so he asked Dongfang Bai.

"Eat, celery is so delicious, why don't you eat it?" Dongfang Bai shrugged and said.

"Okay, if you eat it, then wash that sleepy celery!" Fang Mo pointed to the fresh celery in the bag in the corner of the kitchen and said.

"No problem!" Dongfang Bai nodded, after breaking through the congenital, Dongfang Bai was in a very good mood, besides, since he was married to Fang Mo, he naturally had to listen to his husband, and ancient women still obeyed the saying of three obedience and four virtues.

To use an analogy, it seems that most modern people feel that monogamy is necessary.

"Husband, what about me?" Cai Yan waited for Fang Mo's summons on the side.

"Yan'er, you come to cut the meat, cut this bit of meat into meat puree, just right, test how well you practice your swordsmanship!" Fang Mo pointed to a piece of lean meat on the board and said.

"Okay!" Cai Yan nodded, stepped forward to pick up the kitchen knife on the side, and began to cut the meat.

Fang Mo was a noodle, three people, each performing their own duties, and began to cook the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

"Xiaobai, after the celery is washed, remove the leaves, dry them and blanch them in a pot, and then cut them into fine pieces!"

"Yan'er, cut the meat, put some oil and mix it first!"

"Xiaobai, chop some chopped green onions!"

"Yan'er, cut some minced ginger!"

"Yan'er, you two put these things I just said, and then put some sesame oil, thirteen spices, dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, cooking wine, by the way, if you want salt, let Yan'er put it, she knows the proportion!"

"......" Fang Mo remotely commanded Cai Yan and Dongfang Bairong pork and celery filling, and directly transported the Qiankun Movement - and noodles.

After reconciling the noodles, you don't even need a rolling pin, you can cut it directly, divide it by two, divide it by two, and place the dumpling skin neatly on the board.

"Come on, let's wrap it together!" Fang Mo waved his hand, full of pride.

As a result, his hand slipped, and the flour on his hand smeared on Dongfang Bai's face.

"Okay, Fang Mo, you dare to wipe the face of this sect leader, stop, let me wipe ......a little bit too" Dongfang Bai made a claw-like gesture, grabbed his hand on the board, and wiped it towards Fang Mo's face.

Fang Mo deliberately dodged a few times, and then let Dongfang Bai wipe it.

Cai Yan on the side giggled and watched the two of them play, but was also wiped by the naughty Dongfang Bai.

Suddenly, the kitchen became a battlefield of three people chasing me and smearing flour......

Tossed until seven o'clock, the three of them finally finished making all the dumplings.

Because the front was too crazy, all the back was when the two congenital masters showed their martial arts, and as for Cai Yan, he was driven to cook dumplings.

Finally, with the disdainful efforts of everyone, seven large plates of dumplings with various fillings were placed on the coffee table in the living room.

It's just three people, and you have to watch the Spring Festival Gala, so naturally you don't have to eat in a restaurant.

Fang Mo took out the Danqingsheng wine he had stolen in Meizhuang, and several people sat down and ate happily.

"Come, for a better tomorrow for us, cheers......" Fang Mo, as the head of the family, poured wine for his two wives and raised his glass.

"Thank you, husband!" Cai Yan's two daughters blushed under the light, raised their glasses together, and touched each other.

"!" After a glass of wine, continue to eat.

The three of them are all martial arts practitioners, so naturally they don't have to worry about their figures, and Fang Mo can eat even more, so they eat very well.

"Bang bang bang!" Just as Fang Mo was about to pour wine for Cai Yan's second daughter and was about to drink another glass, there was a knock outside the door.

"Who's going to knock on the door at this time?" Cai Yan asked strangely.

Chinese New Year's Eve, seven o'clock or eight o'clock, it has long been dark, not to mention, everyone at this time, everyone is at home for the New Year, who will come here.

"I don't have any friends, and my former comrades-in-arms won't know I'm here!" Fang Mo muttered.

"I'll go out and have a look......," Dongfang Bai said, getting up.

"You sit, I'll go ......" Fang Mo shook his head, got up and pressed Dongfang Bai, and walked towards the gate.

"Bang bang bang!" There were three more knocks on the door.

"There is an electronic bell in the villa, why don't you ring the electronic doorbell This person ......" Fang Mo muttered, walked out of the door, and turned on the street lamp.

The door of "Crunch ......" opened, and what entered Fang Mo's eyes was a Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe, with a wooden bun stuck obliquely on his head, carrying a long sword, and holding a pole to whisk the dust.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, donor, poor Dao Xiaojizi, dare to ask if there is a great grandmaster in the donor's family!" The tone of the Taoist priest's speech was very respectful.

But the Taoist priest's words made Fang Mo a little dizzy, Great Grandmaster, what is it?

Then, Fang Mo poured his true qi into his eyes, raised his eyes and looked, this Taoist priest in front of him turned out to be a martial artist in the middle of the day after tomorrow.

"I don't know what the Great Grandmaster means by the chief?" Fang Mo said coldly, a mid-acquired martial artist is just that, Fang Mo can pinch more than a dozen of them.

"No, I obviously feel that there is a great master in this villa, why can't I feel anything now?" Xiao Jizi looked at Fang Mo, frowned, and groaned.

"Dao Master, as a mid-day master, came to my house in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, isn't it just to ask such a question?" Fang Mo looked at Xiao Jizi's sluggish expression and sneered.

Xiao Jizi doesn't understand what Fang Mo said about the day after tomorrow, but it doesn't prevent people from pretending to understand.

Suddenly, Xiao Jizi laughed heartily, and then announced again, saying: "Immeasurable Tianzun, is the poor Dao reckless, dare to ask the donor, can the poor Dao go in and turn into a bowl of dumplings?" ”

"Naturally, Dao Chief, please come in!" is just a mid-acquired martial artist, and he can't afford to stir up any strong winds and waves.

"Thank you!" Xiao Jizi couldn't see the depth of Fang Mo, thinking that Fang Mo was just an ordinary person.

But I can see that I am a martial artist, although I don't know what the day after tomorrow means, but looking at it, I don't care very much, could it be that the person in front of me is the great master.

With this question, Xiao Jizi followed Fang Mo and entered the villa.

"Husband, who is this?" As soon as he entered the door, Dongfang Bai greeted him, looking at the sloppy old man who followed behind Fang Mo, a puzzled expression appeared on his face.

"Oh, he's called a chicken, a faster!" Fang Mo gestured with his head and said!

"Oh, it turned out to be a faster!" Dongfang Bai nodded, a martial artist in the middle of the day after tomorrow, even if Dongfang Bai didn't break through the innate nature, he could pinch it to death casually, he didn't care.

Looking at the breath of the woman in front of her, it should be the one that Poor Dao felt a few days ago, the woman on the sofa, her cultivation is not high, but her breath is very stable, and it doesn't look like an evil skill of cultivation! 'Xiao Jizi has his own special skills, and he can feel the breath of many martial artists, Dongfang Bai has just broken through, and his breath is still a little vain, so he can feel it.

'What a strange family?' Xiao Jizi said that he couldn't see through the family in front of him.