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The menu for this year's New Year's Eve dinner, as well as the order in which each dish should be served, had been brewing in her mind for more than ten days.
The first dish at the beginning must be the golden candied dates.
It represents all the sweetness in the coming year.
The second course is sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice dumplings.
Pan-fried in lard and filled with black sesame sweetheart.
The third and fourth courses are meatballs and meatloaf respectively.
Meatballs and meatloaf are a hometown dish in this area and also a local specialty.
Of course, most people in the village make meatballs for the Chinese New Year, which are made with a lot of sweet potato flour or fatty meat residue.
But the meatballs made by Yang Ruoqing are really lean meat.
The best quality lean meat from selected pigs is chopped by hand, so that the deliciousness of the meat is more prominent in the meatballs.
The meatloaf is also made from lean meat and beaten with a small hammer until it is as thin as an ear and about the size of a palm.
These two dishes are loved by both adults and children.
Secondly, what appeared on the New Year’s Eve dinner table was a whole old hen stewed with angelica root.
Sauced beef, pork liver, stir-fried tenderloin, spicy and sour bamboo shoots, and a big plate of green spinach.
To the south, the crackling sound of firecrackers was continuously transmitted into the kitchen here.
Mixed with the sizzling sound of the frying pan in the kitchen.
Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shone in.
The flavor of the farmhouse is sublimated amidst the sound of firecrackers and the smell of oil smoke.
Yang Ruoqing waved the spatula in her hand vigorously.
For your family and your loved ones, prepare a New Year’s Eve dinner with all your heart.
This is the responsibility and honor of being a married woman and a housewife!
The sound of firecrackers outside lasted for a long time.
The annual farewell to the old and welcome to the new, the years flow slowly, everything is so peaceful and fulfilling.
Until the sound of firecrackers outside gradually calmed down, Mr. Luo Fengtang and Yan Huaian, who went to watch the fun, came back.
"Go wash your face quickly and change into clothes. I'll put the clothes on the stool at the door of the bathroom."
In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing explained to Luo Fengtang who came in to visit.
"When you're done, come to the kitchen, where you can almost set the chopsticks and bowls for dinner!" she said.
"okay!"
Luo Fengtang responded, turned around and left the kitchen.
Here, Wang Cuilian asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, are we really not going to invite Narisong and Xiao to have a New Year's Eve dinner together?"
That day, Risong and Xiao left their hometown. This was their first year in a foreign land.
Yang Ruoqing understands this, but——
"It's not that I didn't shout, it's that I told Sister-in-law Xiao several times before."
"What she means is that she won't be here for the New Year's Eve dinner, and she will prepare it herself."
"And my cousin Lan'er, who is Na Risong's concubine, is still pregnant with Na Risong's child."
"Sister-in-law Xiao cooks the New Year's Eve dinner by herself. When the time comes, Risong will have to take Sister Lan'er over to eat with her."
Yang Ruoqing explained.
Deep down, I really admire Mrs. Xiao's tolerance.
It's such a pity for a good woman to meet a blind and scumbag man.
Wang Cuilian sighed softly after hearing Yang Ruoqing's words.
Country women are also used to one man and one wife.
For those who have a little wife, her belly is full and she walks around in front of the main wife every now and then. Women like Wang Cuilian stand on Xiao's side and sympathize with Xiao.
"They have their own arrangements, so respect their choice and let them go!"
Tuoba Xian said out loud, "Qing'er, we live our lives. It's hard for an upright official to interrupt family affairs."
Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and said, "Yeah."
I opened the dish cupboard and started to prepare chopsticks and bowls.
In the bedroom.
Luo Fengtang saw the neatly folded set of clothes on the stool at a glance.
He walked over and took off the clothes to take a look.
It's a brand new cotton-padded coat and a brand new pair of shoes with a brand new pair of socks stuffed inside the shoes.
Luo Fengtang was filled with emotion as he touched the fine stitches on this dress.
Nineteen years have passed. In the past, he was looking forward to the Chinese New Year, but also afraid of the Chinese New Year.
Now, he is finally living the life he envied before.
During the Chinese New Year, I went to the south end of the village with my uncle to burn incense, which made me feel at ease with my family.
Because there is an aunt at home, a daughter-in-law, and a mother who is preparing the New Year’s Eve dinner.
As long as they do their jobs well, when they get home, the food will be in good order.
Look, my wife has prepared brand new clothes for the New Year. How nice!
very nice!
"Hey, why are you holding those clothes in a daze? Change them quickly, it's time to eat!"
A crisp voice came from behind.
Luo Fengtang turned around and looked, and it was Yang Ruoqing who came in hurriedly, with the apron around her waist not yet taken off.
Luo Fengtang put down the clothes in his hands and came to her in three steps.
He leaned over and pulled her into his arms.
"Oh, my head and body are filled with the smell of oily smoke, so be careful!"
Yang Ruoqing said.
"No, I just like to smell it. It smells better than rouge and gouache!" Luo Fengtang said.
Yang Ruoqing laughed.
She felt his chin gently resting on the top of her hair, and his gentle and low voice reached her ears.
"Qing'er, pinch me and let me see if it hurts!" he said.
"Ah? What are you doing?" She struggled out of his arms and looked up at him with a puzzled look on her face.
Luo Fengtang looked around the room and then at the brand new clothes.
"I'm not dreaming, am I? Such a good day..."
he muttered.
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing understood.
She immediately stood up on her tiptoes, reached out with both hands and gently pinched his cheeks, and pulled him to both sides.
"What a fool!"
She said, "Ever since the first year we met, you have asked me to pinch you every Chinese New Year!"
"Hey, I thought you wouldn't say this again this year, but you did anyway?"
"Tell me about your future, hey!"
She shook her head and patted his handsome face gently.
"Other people are looking forward to gold and silver, and they are afraid that they are dreaming, so they pinch hard."
"It's good for you. A new set of clothes has surprised you so much?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed her hard.
"I don't care about money that I won't take with me until I die."
"What I crave is a home, a complete and beautiful home."
"You, my mother, my uncle and aunt, my father-in-law and the others..." he said.
Yang Ruoqing listened and watched carefully.
Feeling sad silently.
In the eyes of others, these are the simplest and most common things.
For Luo Fengtang, Zeng Jin was the most out of reach.
The loneliness and loneliness he had experienced for so many years shaped his current character.
Because of this little ordinary thing, I am moved and grateful.
She stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the face.
"This is our first year as a couple. Let's celebrate the New Year together."
"Next year, the year after, the year after tomorrow..."
"Until we both grow old, we will live together!"
