Everyone has their own flavor of the year in their hearts.

The flavor of Wei Ping'an in the previous life is the busy dice on the card table, the wine and dishes served when the Spring Festival overture sounds, the steel hammer filled with soup in the dumplings, and the eternal and unforgettable song after the wine and food are full.

In this life, Wei Ping'an has not yet felt the flavor of his own year.

In fact, this era is more flavorful.

People have been busy for 11 months, just waiting for the New Year to eat something good, which means that the coming year will be better and better.

Children are looking forward to the New Year with their fingers, they can eat delicious food, wear new clothes, and the main thing is to be able to play casually, because the custom is not to beat children during the New Year......

Years ago, the dust of the house was cleaned up, the paper colors fluttering on the door frames of every house, generations of people circled around the stove, and the sound of firecrackers inside and outside the yard was not afraid of environmental pollution.

However, these have nothing to do with Wei Ping'an.

The small courtyard in a corner of the country, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, is even more noisy and quiet.

If you are excluded, you have to be quiet if you are not still.

Wei Ping'an got up early, if it wasn't for the light snow, he would have planned to go winter fishing.

Break the ice and make a nest, drink hot tea and look at the harsh winter scenery, the fun of winter fishing is unimaginable to outsiders.

But it was snowing lightly, and I didn't know if it would get bigger and bigger, so I simply sat down at the desk, glued the New Year's flavor to the paper, replaced it with banknotes, and chatted for comfort.

"Master, is the master at home?"

Wei Ping'an heard Zhang Baoqiang's voice, and his heart swelled with an indescribable feeling at that moment.

Push the door.

Zhang Baoqiang and Ding Lijun had already walked in the veranda of the small courtyard.

"Why are you two here?"

Ding Lijun was carrying a few jujube rice cakes in his net, remembering that the sticky rice was given to his family by Wei Ping'an years ago.

Ding Lijun just had a child, and his family was very tight, and Wei Ping'an was not stingy with his former co-workers and current apprentices.

Zhang Baoqiang was carrying a lunch box in his hand, two.

"Master, I wish you a New Year's greetings, I wish you ......"

In this small courtyard, the voices of the two 'large' apprentices were loud, revealing the joy of the New Year, which provoked Jia Zhang, who was taking care of him behind the stick terrier's buttocks, couldn't help but crane his neck to look over.

This is to earn face for the master.

Wei Ping'an's heart was warm, and he let the two apprentices who were not in vain into the house.

"Anyang will come in a while, we have all discussed, wait for the master to take care of the meal at noon today."

"Yes, you have to drink the wine, otherwise you won't leave...... Hey, these two little guys, fat, so strong! ”

When Zhang Baoqiang said this, he felt that the trousers at his feet were being torn, and when he looked down, he was humming and humming at Laifu and Jixiang.

The two little guys have good food, there is a special six-spell nutrition level for young pets dog food, two B brand, Wei Ping'an pondered that it may correspond to three A.

The size is amazing, and it has surpassed Wei Ping'an's ankles.

The red girl lies on her stomach on the steps of the second drawer, and the soft mat is her kennel.

I want to come there is a corner, and it is safer.

At night, if you look up, you can see the bed with the owner on it, and when you turn your head, you can see the door, so as not to delay the work of the guards.

Lying still during the day, you can see the owner in front of the desk when you open your eyes, and the location is the preferred best position for the housekeeping dog.

The key is that there are two big steps, and the two puppies can't climb up, which makes the son of a son very clear.

Puppies are no longer just eating or sleeping, and now they make a fuss when they open their eyes, and they can't stand being a mother.

"Master, master, I'm here to greet you."

After a while, An Yang's voice came. Faintly accompanied by the sound of greeting in the yard.

Anyang's father is the deputy chief of the factory security section and has a gun.

Whoever sees it in the yard must not be complimented.

Wei Ping'an greeted him.

This is the first time An Zhiyong has come to Wei Ping'an's house.

The two originally had a tacit understanding not to interfere with each other, after all, one was not well-received, and the other was in charge of this kind of incident.

However, although An Zhiyong retired from the army, the character cultivated by the army remained unchanged.

What is the situation of his own son, can he be Lao Tzu?

After a few months, he has been promoted to two levels, and this kind of ability without a good master will definitely not be able to do Anyang's soft temperament.

On this point, for the sake of face during the New Year, An Zhiyong felt that he had to support his son's master.

Anyang has told his family about the special situation of this quadrangle, and most of the people in the factory know about it.

The children avoided Wei Ping'an's family during the New Year, but last year it was 'praised' for a long time.

"Section Chief An, Happy New Year."

Wei Ping'an took two steps and shook hands with An Zhiyong.

didn't stand at the door and wait like before, he had the style of a master for the apprentice, and for the apprentice's father, he was an iron-clad veteran, Wei Ping'an must be respectful and courteous.

Anyang also carried wine, two bottles of Xifeng, and a lunch box, which contained white flour dumplings filled with cabbage oil residue.

The conditions of Anyang's family are much better than those of Ding Lijun and Zhang Baoqiang's family.

At the noon group banquet, Wei Ping'an also had indescribable happiness.

I like to be quiet on weekdays, a bit homely, but after all, it is the New Year, and when other people's homes are lively, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of loneliness.

Life needs a sense of ritual, but also popularity.

And the other households in the courtyard felt that today, Wei Ping'an was a little angry.

Show off what to show.

Isn't it just that I'm lucky to have an apprentice in Anyang?

Wei Ping'an's salary is high, and the whole family is not hungry when he eats for one person, and he is a popular role in the courtyard.

The relationship is too bad to get cheap, so I want to isolate him even more.

At least in terms of happiness and popularity, Wei Ping'an is not as good as them.

However, today's only advantage was also lost, making them feel that their lives were not as good as Wei Ping'an's, and they couldn't compare anywhere.

I was angry.

I was in a panic.

But there was a great god sitting there, the deputy chief of the security department, and he didn't dare to make a fuss, even if Jia Zhang's sneered, he was stuffy at home, and the door was several floors lower than usual.

The so-called gift of roses, hands have a lingering fragrance.

The apprentices and apprentices' families were so supportive, Wei Ping'an was happy in his heart, and this New Year's dinner was a bit out of order.

Authentic Northeast hard cabbage red stewed bone-deboned meat, cabbage vermicelli is scarce, and the eyes are full of meat.

Stewed chicken with potatoes, oily after the juice is collected, and garnished with red peppers, borrowing from the practice of XJ large plate chicken.

Chopped pepper fish head is a Sichuan cuisine method.

Sweet and sour fish is a Lu cuisine method.

Deep-fried peanuts and ginger eggs are the only two cold dishes.

The wine he drank was Moutai Town, which was cellared by Lao Wutou, and the staple food he ate at the end was mackerel dumplings.

Anyway, it's a fish dumpling, An Zhiyong is half drunk, and he can't necessarily tell what kind of fish it is, anyway, it's delicious.

Guests and hosts have fun.

Wei Ping'an left the rice cakes to eat alone, and the dumplings in the lunch box were all left, and he didn't let the three families go back empty-handed.

The leftovers are all packed, and the excuse is that one person can't finish it, saving waste.

Ding Lijun's lunch box is Wei Ping'an's lunch box, and he can take it when he goes to work on the sixth day of junior high school.

Zhang Baoqiang also drank a lot, and he was very excited along the way, which was the first time he saw his master's 'family background'.

Ding Lijun is full of gratitude, he doesn't drink much, and he still has children to take care of at home, and if he drinks too much, he has to drag down his family.

Carrying the lunch box, thinking about the stew full of stew in the lunch box, and thinking that his wife and wife could eat a big meal of meat, the man who was more than six feet couldn't help but redden.

"Son, your master is not as bullied as outsiders see."

"That's right, the master is amazing, and he has great skills."

An Zhiyong pursed his lips and gave up the idea of communicating with his son.

I feel that my son is not all my own, and my mood is a little complicated.

However, the concept that the apprentice is half a master is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and An Zhiyong has no other thoughts, but he feels that An Yang, a master who is not visible on weekdays, is very, very unusual.

It's awesome to invent that kind of gas stove.

Today, in order to clean up a table of meals, meat was stewed on the heating stove, and a gas stove was also opened to stir-fry vegetables and cook fish, which opened the eyes of An Zhiyong and the three apprentices.

"Hey, that heating stove, do you think we can press it?"

"Sure, but Dad, I think it's quite expensive to eat, and the master's home is honeycomb coal, not briquettes."

An Zhiyong pondered, he still has an old lady at home, who is afraid of the cold when he is old, although the heating stove consumes a lot of coal, but his two families have quotas, his son has a quota, and his niece and nephew have a quota when they settled down last year, so it should be able to be rectified......

"Wait for the sixth year of junior high school to go to work, and ask your master."

"Oh."

Anyang changed his hand to the net.

Two lunch boxes of dumplings in the net pocket turned into a lunch box of fried peanuts, and a braised fish specially left in the pot.

It happened that An Zhiyong also pressed his chest, where he carried most of the remaining half of the box of cigarettes on the dinner table.

The white Chinese cigarette box with a five-pointed star has two words written on it, as well as a filter.

It's a nice thing you can't easily see.

An Zhiyong pondered that he must have a good fight with his comrades for two days.

The fakes have been sent out, and it is conceivable that Wei Ping'an at home has already fallen on the bed and snored.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, today, I feel the taste of the New Year.