In the blink of an eye, the days passed lively, and before I knew it, it was Chinese New Year's Eve.

When the sky was still bright, Su Qingfeng was lying on the kang that was as warm as spring, and he slept so darkly that he was almost running down.

However, when he fell into a dark sleep, he suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

When he opened his eyes slightly, he found that the big futon on his body was gone!

At this moment, his sleepy worm suddenly woke up.

When he opened his eyes wide, he saw his grandmother's face, which occupied his entire field of vision.

Su Qingfeng's heart was about to jump to his throat, and he finally slowed down, and then he said in a complaining tone: "Milk, this morning, you don't sleep, what are you doing here?" ”

"Qingfeng, why did you forget again? Our Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is eaten at noon, and dumplings are made in the evening. Hurry up, this year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, just waiting for you, the chef, to make a few hard dishes. ”

"This year, my sister-in-law can't move, your mother's body is weak, and the second aunt has just had surgery, so your eldest aunt can still move, but that's also a non-enlightened person, I've been cooking for so many years, and my craftsmanship is like that! When she cooks during the New Year's Festival, she still counts it. ”

At the end, the little old lady was still a little proud, "I'll just say, this old Su family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, without you and me, can't be!" ”

These words with cannons can be regarded as completely waking up Su Qingfeng.

I almost forgot!

On the northeast side, many places eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, all at noon.

It's not like he was in the south in his previous life, and he usually eats Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at night.

Thinking about the dishes he had planned before, Su Qingfeng simply put on his coat and got off the kang to prepare to cook.

Although these years, the big guys have been living a tight life, but the sense of ritual of the festival is indispensable, and the old Su family has a momentum of getting better and better this year, so they have to get two bowls of good dishes.

The first dish, without a doubt, is the old lady's best sauerkraut white meat and blood sausage noodles.

Many of the ways to eat in the Northeast are stewed.

Like a goose stewed in an iron pot, or like a chicken stewed with mushrooms, and even a messy stew.

Don't look at this mess, everything is stewed together, but the taste is unexpectedly good.

Su Qingfeng looked at the rib meat hanging in the kitchen, thought for a while, and prepared to make a bowl of sweet and sour short ribs, this dish is equally popular in both the south and the north.

It's just that it's still a long time before lunch, and if you make it now, sweet and sour short ribs won't be able to maintain the best taste.

According to the order of the banquet, Su Qingfeng first began to boil the brine, and he prepared to boil some pig water and vegetarian dishes.

With the secret seasoning in hand, when the sky was about to dawn, the Su family was hooked by this mysterious and seductive aura.

As soon as the old man got up from the kang and smelled the aroma of marinade, he knew that it must have been made by Su Qingfeng.

In previous years, the old lady didn't have so much energy to make braised soup.

Of course, she is not so good either.

In autumn and summer, I picked it up in the crack of the door, and my gluttonous saliva was about to flow down.

But this gluttony could not impress the old lady in the slightest.

She drove the two little girls away with a "heart of stone", and saw the brine in the iron pot gurgling and bubbling.

There was also a honeycomb coal stove next to it, which was specially poured back from the recycling bin by Su Siwei and Su Qingfeng, and it took a lot of effort to repair it.

At that time, the little old lady was still a little distressed.

If you feel that you have a pot and a stove at home, there is no need to buy this thing at all.

As a result, today, both of them are cooking, and an iron pot is not enough, and the old lady realizes the benefits of this honeycomb coal stove

Now the honeycomb coal under this is burning, and in the crockpot above, the white flesh and blood sausage vermicelli are simmering, and the fragrance seems to gradually overflow with a faint grease fragrance as the bubbles are broken.

The two little girls in the family were extremely excited today.

They feel that this year is the best year of their lives.

There is no need to be scolded at home, and there is no need to be underfed, and the atmosphere at home is more harmonious and harmonious, not as tight and cold as before.

Even with Feng Sufen, who is a mother, her attitude towards them is not as cold as before, although she is not cared for all of a sudden, but for them, it is already excellent.

After all, if you want to repair the relationship, it's not something that can be done in a day or two, you have to take your time.

Jiqiu and Fengxia took a group of friends to play marbles in the yard.

At home, a group of adults are cleaning energetically, Xu is used to doing work, the big guys are very neat hands and feet, and the old ash in the corner of the wall is cleaned.

The beams were also carefully dusted.

The kang at home was also carefully wiped clean, and even the dusty walls were tightly pasted by Su Siwei with newspapers.

Speaking of which, this newspaper is also the place where Su Siwei bought it from the scrap yard.

In his eyes, the acquisition station is clearly a treasure.

However, he is lazy, and after working for so long, he is already too tired to work, not to mention that there is always a faint fragrance on the tip of his nose tempting him.

Su Siwei, a big man, leaned against the door like no bones, "Son, when will you eat?" I'm tired of work. ”

The old lady ruthlessly dismantled him, "Why are you tired?" You're clearly lazy! ”

Su Siwei sneered.

Or the old lady spoke directly.

Hit the nail on the head.

……

In the yard.

Jiqiu and Fengxia just took advantage of the Chinese New Year, and the adults easily did not scold the children, and played crazy all over the yard, and they were stunned in the winter, and there was a shiny fine sweat on the nose.

The little boys were lying on their stomachs in the snowdrift with a few marbles on them.

They closed one eye, aimed at the farthest marble, curled their fingers slightly, and then stiffened and flicked out.

biu~

But before the marble collided with the farthest one, the boys noticed that the marble in the distance ...... It's gone!

What?!

They were in a hurry.

This marble is not theirs, but Brother Qingfeng's, if they lose it, even if Brother Qingfeng doesn't blame them, they will be beaten by their parents when they go home!

With such an anxious mood, they looked up and saw a little fat man with a snot and dirty body, holding marbles in his hand, and his face was arrogant, and his nostrils were almost facing the sky.

Tiger head and they haven't scolded yet, but they didn't expect the little fat man to take the lead: "What do you mean?" Why don't you take me to the game? These marbles are so pretty, I want them! ”

What?

A group of children were stunned.

They had long heard that the son of Wang Guihua's family was spoiled and lawless, and he looked down on them on weekdays, and Hutou and his party were not happy to play with him.

If it weren't for Brother Qingfeng saying that men should chew their tongues less behind their backs, they would have been talking behind their backs.

This Deng family's golden egg does not have good reading results, and the shelves are more than anyone else.

I don't know what I'm proud of every day.

It's just that on the other side, Jiqiu and Fengxia are not happy.

"That's the fourth brother's marble, how can you grab it casually?"

The two little girls have the same hatred for each other, and they feel that Deng Xiaoya is not a good thing, and her brother is not a good thing, it is not his thing, and they have to rob it!

Jiqiu is young, and she was not afraid of her milk before, let alone now, the fourth brother is the god in her heart, and when she saw the golden egg snatching the fourth brother's things, the little temper suddenly came up.

I saw her trotting up, stretching out her fist, and preparing to strike.

Golden Egg was furious.

A girl, how dare she do it to him?

Deng Xiaoya didn't dare to treat him like this!

He's the only baby in the house!

Laidi stood aside, silently took out a slingshot, dug out a small stone from the ground, and saw that the golden egg was going to oppose her sister's action, she pulled up the slingshot and hit the golden egg's knee.

I heard the golden egg scream in pain and knelt directly on the ground.

Fortunately, it has snowed heavily in the past two days, and there is a thick layer of snow on the ground, so when I kneel on the ground, it doesn't hurt much.

If you knock on the stone, I am afraid that with the temper of the golden egg, I will cry out.

But even so, Jin Dan was still angry, and he was not even happy to look at the glass beads in his hand.

Don't you value this glass bead?

Since he can't get it, then everyone doesn't want it.

Thinking about it, he took out the slingshot that his mother made for him, and was about to smash it into Jiqiu's eyes.

Su Qingfeng has been paying attention to the situation outside, and unconsciously, he has come to the small courtyard, and when the golden egg is about to do it, he will teach this lawless bear child a hard lesson.

However, it was at this moment that a familiar voice sounded.

"Deng Jincai, have you finished your winter vacation homework? If you don't finish it, just play around here, and next time I'll go to your house and do a home visit. ”

Deng Jincai is the name of the Deng family's golden egg.

When Su Qingfeng saw it, his heart was sure enough.

The one who came was Li Jing.

He really responded to the words of that day, brought his own food, and came to Lao Su's house to eat.

Li Jing used to not go to work, but was a math teacher in a primary school.

When Deng Jincai was in school in the past, when he saw these things like ghost drawings, he felt dizzy, and he naturally had a fear of mathematics.

Not to mention to Li Jing, a math teacher.

As soon as Deng Jincai heard that he was going to have home visits and winter vacation homework, his heart was very weak, where was the arrogance of the little bully before.

He took one last look at the glass beads, gritted his teeth, threw them into the snow, and hurried away and went home.

Cut!

Isn't it just glass marbles?

When the time comes, he asks his brother-in-law to buy it for him.

Anyway, that He Qianqian has a lot of money and doesn't care about that.

A little farce is over.

Li Jing pondered, this bear kid still doesn't have enough homework, and he can even do the action of hitting his eyes with marbles, so he will have to break his temperament next time.

Thinking in his heart, he followed Su Qingfeng into the stove room.

The cauldron was burning in the stove room, and the crockpot on the honeycomb coal stove was bubbling, and Li Jing only felt that the place was as warm as spring.

Even the chill on his body has melted away a lot.

Su Qingfeng shouted, "Milk, this my friend, Li Jing, he will not return to the provincial capital this year, come to have Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with us." ”

Su Qingfeng had already told the old lady about this.

The old lady still knows a lot.

There is also a big leader's father behind this little educated youth, and Li Jing also contributed to Feng Sufen's previous affairs.

Therefore, the old lady's attitude towards Li Jing is called a mildness.

When she saw the fresh vegetables on the ground and a thick strip of pork belly, her smile became more sincere.

The old lady took Li Jing's hand, "What kind of Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, just stay, make dumplings with us tonight, keep the year, and then put a few more coins for you to ensure that you have a smooth and prosperous year." ”

Li Jing didn't care if it was true or false, but at least it sounded quite hot in his heart.

Seeing that the old lady was not joking, and he himself was not a person who twisted it, he simply agreed directly.

So there was one more person working in the house.

At noon, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was officially served.

In the previous life, before the Chinese New Year, there were various activities to worship the god of the stove, even if Su Qingfeng did not know the detailed customs here in the northeast, but he also understood in his heart that in this special era, worship the god of the stove Bodhisattva?

I'm afraid you're tired of being crooked, and you're thinking about eating fart.

Li Jing looked at the dishes on the table, if it weren't for someone else, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to suppress the secretion of saliva.

Not to mention the dish of sauerkraut and white meat and blood sausage vermicelli, there are also sweet and sour short ribs with a bright color and sweet and sour taste after stir-frying sugar, as well as the ground pot chicken that Su Qingfeng tossed out according to the experience of his previous life.

Originally, according to the big dishes here in the Northeast, I made a four-happiness ball, lion's head and the like, which looked festive and lively.

But Su Qingfeng pondered that it was not right.

There are so many people in the family.

How many balls, how to divide them?

So he and his father took action early, and went everywhere to change, and in the evening, the two of them got together again to think about how to do it, and finally made a pot that was a little simple, but at least it could be heated while eating.

On both sides of the pot, the cakes made of white flour are full of soup, and under the thick oil red sauce, the chicken pieces inside are cut into an even size, and the chicken skin is even more yellow and clear, which looks like a domestic stupid chicken.

When you eat it, a piece of chicken and a bite of white flour cake can make people beautiful.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that the old Su family has eaten this kind of dish.

Even Su Siwei was the first time.

The dish of ground pot chicken originated at the junction of northern Jiangsu and southern Lunan, and the black province is in the northeast.

I still know a little bit about Li Jing, but in terms of the number of times I have eaten it, it is the first time I have tasted it.

Jiqiu's mouth was full of oil, and he began to praise his fourth brother every day, but he gave him ecstasy soup, and he didn't want it to be sweet.

"Brother, you're amazing. You can think of this kind of dish. Mr. Li couldn't even think of it. ”

Li Jing: ......

If he had heard a word from the afterlife, he would have said it - refuse to step on it.

No, this student wilted.

Praise her brother, praise it.

I have to hurt him a few words!

Why don't you know how to cook?!

Li Jing was indignant, turned his anger into the motivation of food, and sandwiched another piece of chicken, and put it in his mouth to chew with the oily chicken skin.

Yes~

It's so fragrant~

It would be nice if there was such a beautiful day every day!

At the dinner table, Jiqiu's little mouth was still horning: "Brother, I think you are the genius that the teacher said!" Not only can he read quickly, but he is also ...... when he cooks Self-taught! ”

Yo.

The little girl also has an idiom.

It's just that Su Qingfeng is a little weak-hearted.

Girl, you're wrong.

Your brother is not a genius, just a ...... Unremarkable hanging on the wall.

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