Although Ning Yuan was also blushing, she was still in a good mood as she picked up vegetables and ate.
Well, she feels happy!
It takes Grandma Xia, who is both unreasonable and stubborn, and can startle everyone with her words - the old-fashioned 'lady' can make a person named Rong feel embarrassed!
The north wind outside the window is bleak, but there is warmth inside the window.
The New Year's Eve dinner was filled with curses and laughter. It was a rare lively meal. No one touched a fish fried with perilla.
I couldn't afford it before, but now I have it. I'm celebrating my life after the disaster, and I'm also looking forward to getting better and better in the coming year, and having more than enough every year.
Rong Zhaonan sat at the dining table and held a small wine glass, watching Ning Yuan and Mr. Tang joking and picking up food. Grandma Xia poured home-brewed glutinous rice wine and hummed a hometown tune.
His cold and narrow eyes seemed to be tinged with warmth by the dim candlelight.
Look at the past events indifferently, the fireworks in the world are like wine in the cup.
This is the original artistic conception.
Ning Yuan could not help but quietly look at the tall and cold figure beside her with the corner of her eye.
There is a kind of person, even if you sit silently, you can't ignore his existence.
Under the candlelight, the young man had a calm expression on his brows and eyes, his face was as radiant as jade, with a faint smile on his lips, and he was playing with the wine glass in his hand.
He doesn't look like a strong general in the army, nor does he look like a dull and gloomy village doctor. Instead, he looks like the gentle and gentle gentleman in the TV series of the Republic of China who returned from studying abroad.
The charm of the whole body cannot be covered by patchwork clothes.
Her heart skipped a beat.
This person is so unlikable - really annoying!
But this appearance is really confusing.
She was in a daze when Rong Zhaonan's narrow eyes, outlined in fine brushwork, suddenly glanced over and met her gaze.
Ning Yuan was caught peeping and instinctively turned her face away.
After thinking about it, she felt that her behavior was stupid, so she turned back and glared at him openly.
Rong Zhaonan raised his eyes expressionlessly: "Looking for a fight?"
Before she finished speaking, Granny Xia received a big slap on the back of her head: "It's almost 10 o'clock. You two little brats will get under the covers tonight and flirt with each other again. After dinner, you will help clear away the dishes and prepare to set off the firecrackers!"
Ning Yuan was slapped on the forehead at the same time, covering her forehead and groaning: "Ouch!"
How could this old lady have such strong hands? Was she trying to beat their brains out?
The two of them can only get up and work honestly.
You are not allowed to wash dishes or take out ashes on the night of New Year's Eve.
So Rong Zhaonan and Ning Yuan helped the old lady put the dishes and chopsticks into the large sink and wipe the table.
Ning Yuan finished packing and suddenly picked up her bag.
Then, she took out a pair of woolen gloves from a small broken bag and handed them to Grandma Xia: "Grandma always has to wash and rinse the New Year gifts. It's cold, and her hands are always frostbitten, so she needs a pair of gloves."
Grandma Xia was stunned and looked at the delicate gray wool gloves that were warm in her hand: "Did you hit this?"
Ning Yuan nodded: "Yes! Last time when I sold bowls in the county, I spent money to buy the best wool thread produced in Shanghai. It cost four yuan per pound. The color is stain-resistant and fashionable!"
Materials were scarce, and knitting was almost a necessary skill for girls of her era.
Grandma Xia put on the gloves and found that there were hollow patterns woven on the wrists of the gloves, and there were dark patterns of different shades on the back of the hands, which turned out to be European style.
Ning Yuan blinked her big eyes: "This is a gift for Miss Xia. I wish Miss Xia, who is popular in Europe, a long life."
Grandma Xia looked at Ning Yuan with mixed emotions and complicated eyes: "You girl, you have quite a lot of ideas."
No one has called her that for many years—Miss Xia.
It reminded her of the occasional rainy days in England that receded, and there were times when the sun was nice and she could ride horses and gallop in the sunshine.
It's no wonder that my old man prefers and likes her.
Grandma Xia snorted with a straight face: "Stop talking nonsense, there is no Miss anymore, you want me to get stabbed in the spine! We are all gay!"
Saying this, the old lady put the gloves in her arms cherishingly, and then got into a corner with her hands behind her back, not knowing why she was there.
Ning Yuan's big black grape-like eyes were crooked, and she took out a pair of gray wool knee pads and put them on Mr. Tang's hands: "I put on knee pads. I hope Mr. Tang's old cold legs will be more comfortable!"
Grandpa Tang used to be forced to kneel on airplanes by those bad guys. In the past few years, it has been so cold and freezing that his knees have been broken.
Mr. Tang looked at the delicate stitches of the kneepad in his hand and couldn't help but wet his eyes: "I never thought I would receive gifts from students in my lifetime, but I...we have nothing to give you."
After so many years, he never thought that he would still be alive to have a serious New Year's Eve dinner and receive a thank-you gift from a student!
Ning Yuan squatted in front of Mr. Tang and said with a smile: "Grandpa is a real old intellectual. The knowledge you and grandma gave me is the best gift!"
As she said that, she finally took out a soft scarf with gray and white patterns and put it on her neck: "Look, I knitted a scarf for myself!"
She has been knitting like crazy these past few days, and it was with great difficulty that she managed to get these out on New Year's Eve.
Mr. Tang glanced at Rong Zhaonan, and then at Ning Yuan's empty bag, uh... didn't the little girl have a gift from Nan in her bag?
Ning Yuan just pretended not to see Mr. Tang wink at her, smiled and asked: "My scarf is the same as my grandpa's and grandma's. I will give it to you again when I have time."
Rong Zhaonan watched coldly as they touched the gifts happily, and also saw that there was nothing else in her cloth pocket.
In other words, Ning Yuan prepared gifts for everyone-except him.
He sneered expressionlessly. This woman obviously did it on purpose. He had seen her knitting before.
This little move to exclude him is so childish!
He didn't care about towels or gloves, but he couldn't help but feel angry!
Once he met this short-legged long-haired rabbit, his mood was easily affected by her every move.
It's completely different from the decisive and calm self he used to fight on missions and on the battlefield. This is not a good sign.
Rong Zhaonan frowned, suddenly stood up, turned around and went out: "I'm going out to prepare for the firecrackers."
