After lunch and a short rest, it is time to start preparing the ingredients for making dumplings in the evening.

Tang Qinqin easily peeled a sugar orange, stuffed half of it to the mother of the noodles, and ate half of it into his mouth.

The orange petals are cold, and you can taste the sweet taste when you bite into it, which is very greasy.

Tang Qinqin is responsible for chopping cabbage, leeks, shrimp, pork and other materials, and after chopping cabbage, it also needs to be salted to produce excess water, so that the dumplings are not easy to leak soup.

The sound of chopping stuffing lasted for a short time, and a full pot of vegetable stuffing was ready, after all, Tang Qinqin's strength was infinitely powerful and very powerful, and it was completely used in the most suitable place.

After finishing the noodles, Tang's mother came to season them, and when the noodles woke up, they could open the bag, and put them on the curtain made of wheat straw after wrapping, and wait for dinner to put them in the pot.

Today, so many vegetable fillings are prepared in order to set aside the dumplings on the morning of the New Year's Day, just like the fish that must be used in the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, taking the auspicious meaning of "more than every year".

When it was time to wake up, Tang Qinqin and his mother sat on the kang and watched TV and snorted.

Dad Tang was leisurely drinking tea on the side.

Tang's mother inadvertently remembered her daughter's major event, turned her head and asked, "Nannan, didn't you say that the exam is coming soon, how are you studying?" ”

Dad Tang also turned around when he heard it, "When will you take the exam?" ”

Tang Qinqin looked at this and that, and felt that the hair in his hand suddenly didn't smell good.

"It's almost the first month."

"It's okay to learn."

In fact, this is a slightly modest self-identification, and Qi Lao is still very satisfied with this little apprentice's learning ability and attitude.

But listening to the ears of Tang's father and Tang's mother, who hope that their daughter will have a future and a better future, "okay" just can't work.

Tang's mother immediately wanted to change her face.

Tang Qinqin hurriedly put down the hair in his hand and made a gesture to run.

Dad Tang winked at Mama Tang, and the husband and wife made eye contact.

Dad Tang spoke: "Today can let you have a good day, and tomorrow after the New Year, you don't care about anything, hurry up and study." The exam is coming, and you have to know it in your heart. But don't put too much pressure on yourself. ”

Tang Qinqin felt as if he had returned to his student days before the college entrance examination.

Although I don't have the courage to sit back again, my mother may continue to lift myself at any time, but it's also a good thing to have half a day of free time.

I vaguely heard Tang's mother's voice: "This child, how old is it and how old he is when he was a child." ”

"You don't know your daughter, she has her own number, and she didn't worry us much since she was a child. You, don't think so much, my daughter, I don't worry. ”

Tang Qinqin quietly lay out the window, wanting to continue eavesdropping on what his parents thought of him.

"Isn't it like mothers are looking forward to the well-being of their children. I also wanted to cheer her up, for fear that she would slacken. After all, if you worship the master, you will waste the opportunity if you don't study hard, and the child will regret it in the future. Tang Ma sighed.

"Also, of course I know that my daughter is very good, and she has always been very worry-free, and I still need you to say it."

Dad Tang, who had gained a white eye, came over with a smile: "Yes, yes, what you said is right." ”

Tang's mother pushed Tang's father away in disgust, thought about it, and said in a slightly arrogant tone: "Go and bring me durian." ”

Dad Tang pretended to be frightened: "Daughter-in-law, I was wrong, don't let me kneel durian!" ”

provoked Tang's mother to finally break the gong, and laughed out loud: "Hurry up, I won't spare you if I rub it again." ”

“……”

Tang Qinqin couldn't hear the latter words, and the dog food from his parents stuffed his ears, and if he stayed, he was afraid that he would not be able to eat the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner tonight.

However, Tang Qinqin also understands Tang's mother's intentions, like many mothers in the world, she only hopes that her child will be good, and she will be better and have a broader future.

"Okay, keep practicing, lazy or something isn't for me right now." After cheering himself up, Tang Qinqin returned to his room and began to practice.

In addition to Chinese New Year's Eve, Elder Qi also assigned her "homework" every day, and she needed to complete certain study tasks and check when she went back.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I didn't get "light" after crossing the college entrance examination, but had a heavier burden on my shoulders, and Tang Qinqin silently felt sorry for himself for 0.1 seconds.

At half past four in the afternoon, thinking of making dumplings, Tang Qinqin put down the thick pharmacopoeia in his hand, stretched his waist, and walked to the big house kang.

After washing his hands and drying them, Tang's father and Tang's mother on the kang have already started to make dumplings.

"I'll roll the skin!" Tang Qinqin grabbed the rolling pin, scooped up a dough and rolled it up skillfully.

She also makes dumplings, but the wrapping is too ugly, especially next to the beautiful dumplings with thin skin and big filling like Tang's mother's "general's belly", which looks even weaker and pitiful.

Tang's mother laughed and said that the object she was looking for in the future would also be ugly.

Tang Qinqin didn't understand why there was such a statement, how could dumplings have a connection with that person in the future.

There is still reason to say that words are like others.

So later, I rarely used the bag, and was only responsible for rolling the skin.

"Don't forget that the skin is a little thicker, and there is something to be saved for tomorrow's breakfast." Tang's mother advised.

"Hey, got it." Tang Qinqin agreed, and casually threw out a well-proportioned round dumpling skin.

After seeing that the skin on the board was enough for a while, she began to pick up dumplings on the curtain.

When picking up the dumplings, you should also dip the sweet potato noodles on the cutting board to prevent them from sticking to the curtain.

"Mom, let's make more dumplings these days, I like to eat them, bring more when I go back." Tang Qinqin said coquettishly to Tang's mother.

"You still need to say it. I'll let your dad buy all the meat, and I'll wrap it if it's okay. Tang's mother was disgusted, but the smile in her eyes showed that she was very close to her daughter.

The sky outside the window is completely dark, indicating that the highlight of Chinese New Year's Eve - Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is coming.

The sound of crackling fireworks began one after another, and neighbors kicked off the New Year's spirit in areas where fireworks were allowed.

Looking at the fireworks blooming outside the window, like a rain of stars scattered, an indescribable sense of happiness rose in my heart for no reason.

The Chinese New Year's Eve meal has the meat and vegetables at noon as the foundation, and rice cakes are added, which means "step by step, everything goes smoothly", Tang Qinqin's family eats mostly rhubarb rice rice cakes, mixed with white sugar after heating, the taste is soft and glutinous and sweet.

After the dumplings are cooked, the first bowl taken out is served out to worship the gods and ancestors.

After that, it will be served on the table and enjoyed by the family.

When everything was ready, the family of three went to the kang, and Tang's father had already poured himself a little wine, which was the bottle of Mao that Tang Qinqin brought back.

Tang Qinqin and Tang's mother drank coconut milk.

Put it on the hot kang head in advance, and when you drink it, it is warm and fragrant.

As soon as the time of eight o'clock arrived, the CCTV Spring Festival Gala program gradually kicked off, with the host who was dressed festively, with a smile on his face, and a "Happy New Year, congratulations on the New Year" and other auspicious words on his lips, the atmosphere of the year was gradually brought to the highest point.

The family watched various programs while eating, Tang Qinqin did not have the slightest similar idea of girls who love beauty to lose weight and maintain their figure, holding the bowl and sandwiching pork ribs, sausages, chicken, fish, shrimp, and kept sweeping.

That's not all, I also killed more than a dozen dumplings, and all the dumplings made by Tang's mother were almost the size of normal eggs.

"Okay, Qinqin, no matter how much you like to eat, you have to control it, if you eat too much, you won't digest it at night, your father and I will eat less, and the rest will be yours at that time." Tang's mother hurriedly shouted to stop.

Tang Qinqin glanced at another plate of dumplings regretfully, in fact, because of "infinite strength", the excess energy of what she eats will be converted into strength and stored, and the more she eats, the more she will store, and then "quantitative changes cause qualitative changes", and a level sublimation will be carried out.

Put down the chopsticks, accompany Tang's father and Tang's mother to watch the Spring Festival Gala sketches, and clean up the meals on the table together, and then Tang's father's task is to keep the New Year.

On this night, the room dedicated to the ancestors should be kept brightly lit, and the yellow paper incense burner and futon should be prepared in advance. As the eldest of the family, Tang Qinqin's family tree, offering table, etc. are all here, and when he finishes the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Tang Qinqin's own uncle will come to observe the New Year with Tang Dad.

Normally, it should be that Dad's younger brother is called uncle, but in their case, it is called "Little Dad".