After lunch and a short rest, Mom, Uncle Ding and Aunt Lan are going to prepare fried balls.

It is said to be fried balls, but every year there are at least two kinds of fried things, the balls are mandatory, and the other one is either fruit, burnt leaves, or all.

The method is not complicated, half a pot of oil is boiled, flour and ingredients are prepared, the balls are kneaded, the burnt leaves are rolled into slices, the fruits are cut into strips, and they are thrown directly into the oil pan and fried until golden.

Normally, Qian Quan will go into the kitchen to eat a few balls that have not been out of the pot for a short time when his parents are frying the balls.

As we all know, some foods are eaten when they are just out of the pot and when they are cold.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, after the balls are fried, my mother will load a large plate and take it to Ding Linlang's house to share, and make dumplings together by the way.

In the dumpling-making process, Qian Quan and Ding Linlang generally participate.

It's just that Qian Quan has wrapped so many times, but he still can't knead the dumplings out of orderly lace very smoothly.

He and Ding Linlang learned to make dumplings together, and Ding Linlang learned it once.

Spread out the dumpling wrapper, put it like a dumpling filling, pinch it down, and finish.

Money power will be seen at a glance, and a package will be wasted.

Even if it is synchronized with Ding Linlang, the dumplings pinched out in the end will be a little crooked.

"Stone, you just put the dumpling wrappers together and pinch them together." Aunt Lan pointed.

"That's so easy, I'm going to learn how to pinch lace." Money power.

Aunt Lan smiled and said no more.

"Wrap two dumplings with coins this year and see who can eat them." Uncle Ding said with a smile.

Dumplings are wrapped in coins, which is auspicious, and it is also a small tradition.

"Let's watch the Spring Festival Gala together this year." Ding Linlang suddenly proposed.

"Okay." Qian Quan agreed.

Although the annual Spring Festival Gala has now become an annual netizen complaining conference, in the memories of Qian Quan and Ding Linlang, the Spring Festival Gala was all warm memories of being together as a family.

Especially Qian Quan, from his memory to the third year of high school, he and his parents almost missed any Spring Festival Gala.

When I was a child, I watched while eating melon seeds, and when I was older, I watched while playing cards.

Dad likes to discuss with Qian Quan the meaning of the Spring Festival Gala program setting and stage layout.

Mom saw that she began to feel sleepy at ninety o'clock, and then explained to the two of them that "wait for Zhao Benshan to come out and call me", and fell asleep on the sofa.

Half of the memories of the Spring Festival Gala in the early years seem to be related to Uncle Benshan.

Further ahead is Teacher Zhao Lirong.

Er Zhao's dominance in the Spring Festival Gala sketch industry is still unmatched, a real T0 level.

The popular memes derived from their works are still circulating.

That pomp and circumstance no longer exists.

Maybe it has something to do with the great rise of the Internet, the previous Spring Festival Gala language programs created hot stalks, and the current language programs summarize the popular Internet stalks for a year.

Unimportant.

It's not the key whether the show is good or bad, it's who you watch it with.

After all, this is the first Chinese New Year's Eve after Ding Linlang and Qian Quan confirmed their relationship.

It can be said that tonight is their real New Year's Eve.

"Then let's watch it together, it just so happens that the four of us adults are playing a few rounds of mahjong together." Ye Yunlan Road.

"Yes."

At half past seven in the evening, the dumplings are put into the pot.

Aunt Lan prepared another dipping sauce and two cold dishes.

"I've confirmed, it's not a memory filter, the dumplings at home are indeed better than the outside."

Qian Quan even took a bite of the belt-filled dumplings, his mouth was full of fragrance, and the authentic taste was far from being comparable to the dumplings he ate when he was studying in Zhonghai.

Moreover, when you eat dumplings at home, you will only eat support, and you will not have stomach acid.

"It took so long for the store to make such dumplings, and the business couldn't go on." Yang Yuhua said.

"Hmm."

Halfway through the dumplings, the time came to eight o'clock.

The Spring Festival Gala has officially begun.

The opening was still a lively singing and dancing show, followed by celebrities from all walks of life brushing their faces.

In order to arrange all these stars into the Spring Festival Gala, the opening skewering link can be described as a big innovation.

Everyone showed their faces, and they all officially appeared on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

"Do these stars have an appearance fee for the Spring Festival Gala?" Ye Yunlan asked.

"Yes can be ignored, after all, there are so many people who can't afford to pay for it." Money power.

"Showing your face in front of the people of the whole country is equivalent to gilding it and earning it back elsewhere."

"Now everyone's living standards have improved so much, but people's happiness has not improved at the same time, and these stars have to take some responsibility." Qian Wenlin said.

"How?"

"Our annual household income has increased by 10 times compared to before, which is okay, but if you look at it on the Internet, our annual income is multiplied by 10, which is less than a person's income in a day."

"Yes, the magnitude of the gap between the rich and the poor is also doubling, and the other is jealous......y," Ding Li said, "For example, if I earn 1 million, I have 10 points of happiness, and I heard that my neighbor has also earned 1 million, and 10 points immediately become 5 points."

"Then I heard that a friend made 2 million, 5 points became 0 points, or even negative points, and I began to get irritable."

"That's why you have to learn to solve yourself." Qian Wenlin practiced meditation, and his state of mind and vision have long been different from what they used to be, "No matter what you see and hear, but seek inner stability, have joy, continue to be happy, and don't be disturbed by anything." ”

"Easier said than done." Ding Li sighed.

Chatting and eating dumplings.

The four adults began to set the table and play mahjong.

Qian Quan and Ding Linlang nested on the sofa, eating snacks and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

They don't have to deliberately avoid adults now, they just lean together, and after a while, they will kiss each other on the forehead and face while the adults are not paying attention, and then have a silly laugh together.

Time flies.

Soon it was 11:50.

"Stone, you go home and set off the cannon." Qian Wenlin reminded.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, after midnight, firecrackers are set off, which should be a national New Year tradition.

"Okay." Qian Quan got up.

"I'll go with you." Ding Linlang also stood up.

"Let's put it on our family first." Ding Li stared at mahjong and said, "The biggest plate." ”

"Hmm."

"Be careful." Yang Yuhua reminded.

"Hmm."

Qian Quan and Ding Linlang took out firecrackers and went to the door first to set them off.

Then I went back to my house, and the time was exactly 11:59.

Qian Quan pulled the firecracker, waited until midnight, and lit it.

Around the same time.

The entire town of Light suddenly crackled and crackled.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks.

Qian Quan walked up to Ding Linlang and kissed her in the noise of the whole world.

Kissed for almost a minute, separated.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

"Mom's mahjong will not end for a while, so let's watch the rest at my house." Qian Quan looked at Ding Linlang with deep eyes.

Ding Linlang realized the meaning of his words, and whispered: "Let's go back to my house......

Qian Quan was silent, holding Ding Linlang's hand with slight force, staring at her tightly.

Ding Linlang was a little weak-hearted and avoided his gaze.

Two hearts pounded.

Qian Quan was about to lead her into the house when he suddenly heard his parents' voices.

"Uncle and aunt are back." Ding Linlang said.

Qian Quan was stunned, suddenly laughed, and said, "I'll send you back." ”

Ding Linlang also smiled and nodded.

……

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Early in the morning, Qian Quan received a lot of New Year's text messages.

Don't mention the mass posting.

Lin Xiaohuang posted a video of her daughter Qinqin, and the little girl said in the video: "Uncle, Happy New Year!" ”

Qian Quan replied: "Happy New Year, Xiao Qinqin." ”

Then Zhao Baiyu also sent a happy New Year.

The others are high school and college classmates.

Qian Quan replied one by one, and at the same time sent New Year's greetings to several teachers.

After the message is sent, go to the group to grab red envelopes and send red envelopes.

At this moment, someone from the school basketball team sent a message about Aite's whole:

"Happy New Year, everyone, by the way, the qualifiers are scheduled to come out, and our first game is to play with Jiaotong University on March 1."

"So, do you want to go back to training early?"

"Focusing on everyone's time, if it is convenient, you can return to school a few days in advance for training."

"Okay."

"Understood."

"Roger."

“OK。”

……

Qian Quan saw that everyone had replied, and also replied: "Okay." ”

(End of chapter)