Seeing his father and brother coming over, Baby Luo became excited.
"Everyone is here, let's eat!" She shouted happily.
So, Wang Cuilian opened the lid of the pot and took out bowls of hot dishes, and Blacksmith Luo's hot pot also started to burn.
Today's hot pot main course is meatballs and meatloaf. This is made for the Chinese New Year. Because the portion is large, I have already started eating it during the twelfth lunar month.
Yang Ruoqing picked up the long serving chopsticks, put the washed cabbage and vermicelli on the plate beside her into the hot pot in an orderly manner, and scalded them together to eat.
"Mom, New Year's Eve is tomorrow, what will our family eat on New Year's Eve tomorrow?" Luo Baobao asked Yang Ruoqing while eating hot meatballs.
Yang Ruoqing was picking up food for Chen'er and smiled when she heard this.
"I'm eating meatballs right now, and I'm just wondering what I'm going to have for New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow?"
"I won't tell you now. I'll keep it a secret for now. I'll give you a surprise then," she said.
Luo Baobao said: "Mom, can you reveal a little bit?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head deliberately, looking mysterious.
Luo Baobao curled his lips, unhappy.
Wang Cuilian on the side said quickly: "There must be meatballs and meatloaf. This is a hometown dish in our area. It is a must-have on New Year's Eve."
"You must have candied dates, they are so sweet! Well, there are also glutinous rice balls and other things, so we can be reunited all year round..."
Blacksmith Luo also added: "Don't let the fish fall, there will be more every year."
Wang Cuilian nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes..."
Chen'er also smiled and said: "Grandpa, grandma, it's not even New Year's Eve yet, and you've already said auspicious words?"
Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian both laughed.
Luo Baobao asked Chen'er: "Brother, what do you want to eat on New Year's Eve?"
Chen'er said: "I don't have anything special in mind. As long as it's home-cooked by my mother and grandmothers, I like to eat it."
He has been eating delicacies from the mountains and seas since he was a child, and it is not unusual at all.
Going home for the New Year is to enjoy reunion and family happiness.
On New Year's Eve, the New Year's Eve dinner is also to have a home-cooked family taste. As for the dishes, it is not the focus.
"Sister, is there anything special you want to eat?" Chen'er also asked.
Luo Baobao bit the end of his chopsticks and thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't have anything in particular that I want to eat. I have a good appetite and I'm not picky."
"It's just that the dishes are the same every New Year's Eve, and they're eaten the same way, which is a bit boring," she said.
Chen'er smiled gently, "The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year. In fact, these dishes that you feel tired of eating now will wait until you grow up in the future. When you think back to your childhood, think back to your own Hometown, these dishes that make you tired of eating now will become something that worries you."
Luo Baobao tilted his head and listened stupidly.
Although she is a smart child, based on her current age and experience, she simply cannot understand the profound meaning contained in Chen'er's words.
But everyone else at the table understood.
Yang Ruoqing looked at Chen'er lovingly and said, "I, Chen'er, have really grown up and become sensible, and I still have such an understanding."
"However, no matter what time or where you are, the place where you have your parents is your home."
Wang Cuilian also said quickly: "Your mother is right, and we are here. Whenever we want to eat home food, we can come home and take a look!"
Chen'er nodded.
"Come on, son, let's eat some meat pie. Mom beat it with her own hands." Yang Ruoqing said.
Chen'er smiled slightly, took a bite of the meat pie, chewed it carefully, and felt warm in her heart.
"Mom, I want it too, I want it too!" Luo Baobao stretched out his bowl in front of Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and gave Baobao Luo a piece of meat pie.
Then he invited Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian to eat.
The whole family enjoys the sumptuous dinner in full swing around the gushing hot pot. The north wind blows outside the house. On this winter night when water drops turn into ice, the family affection makes everyone feel like they are in spring.
After eating, she returned to the house and closed the door. Yang Ruoqing quickly grabbed Luo Fengtang: "How's it going? What's going on with Chen'er? I paid attention to him when we were eating earlier, but I couldn't figure out what he was doing from his expression!"
Luo Fengtang said: "You made a mistake this time. There is really a situation."
"What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Luo Fengtang said: "Chen'er's grandfather seems to be ill."
"Sick? What disease? Is it serious?" Yang Ruoqing asked repeatedly.
Luo Fengtang shook his head: "I didn't say anything clearly in the letter, I just said a few words, to the effect that I was sick and I hope to see Chen'er."
"Meet you once? Or is it the last time? Otherwise, you will be seriously ill, right?" Yang Ruoqing was a little worried.
"Otherwise, why would we ask Chen'er to go back and meet him?" She said to herself.
Luo Fengtang said: "Chen'er said that his grandfather has never been well since he can remember."
"I usually look fine, but in fact I have a hidden disease. I need to take medicine almost every month for twelve months a year."
"He once asked his grandfather what kind of disease he had and whether it would be life-threatening?"
"But his grandfather told Chen'er not to worry, saying that he would live until he saw Chen'er get married and have children."
“That’s why this disease is so elusive,” he said.
Yang Ruoqing was also confused.
"What about Chen'er? When will he go back to see his grandfather?" she asked again.
Luo Fengtang said: "Chen'er hasn't said anything yet. He said he would come to discuss it with us in detail later."
Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Well, no matter what you say, you have to go back and have a look. After all, Chen'er was raised by him, and he is probably Chen'er's biological grandfather..."
"Grandpa?" Luo Fengtang turned around and looked at Yang Ruoqing in shock.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Why can't I understand?" he asked again.
Although he and Yang Ruoqing had analyzed and speculated a lot about Chen'er's grandfather's identity many times before, the result was that he was either rich or noble.
But he never connected this grandfather with 'that person'.
"Qing'er, please tell me clearly, what's going on!" He said in a deep voice and asked again.
Yang Ruoqing looked at him with a complicated expression and said: "There are some things I have never dared to say to you. In fact, Chen'er's grandfather is probably your biological father who has been missing for many years and has never been seen alive or dead!"
Luo Fengtang's figure suddenly swayed, and his expression became particularly ugly.
He bit out a few words from his lips: "Where's the evidence?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "Chen'er came back from the capital last time and brought us New Year gifts. Some of the gifts were prepared by his grandfather and asked him to hand them over to us."
"What I gave to my mother is a comb."
"There are two lines of poetry engraved on that comb, two lines of love poetry. My mother said that they were the oaths they made when their love was deep..." "What oath?" Luo Fengtang asked.
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and read out softly: "May you be like the stars and I be like the moon, and may the light shine brightly every night..."
"Star? Moon? Ha..." Luo Fengtang sneered, sat down stiffly, then raised his hands to cover his face and leaned down...
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