A sumptuous reunion dinner was put on the table.
Zhao Dashan had already prepared bamboo and set off firecrackers in the yard, and then the meal could officially begin.
Twenty-five people sat around three tables, one for the men, one for the children, and one for the others.
There are twelve dishes in total, including a whole white-cut chicken, a whole roast duck, Dongpo pork, lion head, sweet and sour pork ribs, tube bone stewed radish... There is also a pot of fragrant osmanthus wine on the man's table... all delicious and delicious. It can be said to be extremely rich, comparable to a banquet given by a wealthy family in the capital.
Chen Erniu was sitting among a group of children, her hands and feet so cramped that she didn't know where to put them.
She has been in Dahe for a while. She lives at her grandmother's house and eats with her family every day. The food is much better than that of the Chen family, but only after she came to her aunt's house did she know what is really good.
There were so many dishes, all of which were meat, and she didn't dare to put down her chopsticks.
"Sister Erniu, this lion head is delicious." Chunhua picked up a meatball and put it on the bottom of her bowl. "Sister-in-law's cooking skills are getting better and better. It's so delicious."
"The plain-cut chicken is also delicious." Xia Hua pulled off a chicken leg and put it in Chen Erniu's bowl, "Sister Erniu, eat it quickly, or you won't be able to eat it later."
Over there, Donghua buried her head and stuffed food into her mouth frantically. Lion Head ate three pieces. He tore off a small half of the chicken and put it on the bottom of his bowl. He finished it in four or five bites. There was also the roast duck, which was supposed to be sliced. When the spring flowers were about to be cut and distributed to everyone, the winter flowers had already torn off a duck leg and gnawed it with their mouths full of oil.
Mr. Sun was sitting at the next table, his head almost bursting with anger.
There are so many dishes on the table, and it’s impossible for everyone to finish them all. Is this dead girl the reincarnation of a starving ghost?
But as she was celebrating the Chinese New Year, she couldn't scold her children, so she could only turn her anger into appetite and eat meat and soup in big gulps, finishing three bowls in a row before giving up.
Mrs. Sun put down her chopsticks, wiped her lips and said, "Mom, I have decided to let Donghua learn embroidery from Kong Xiu Niang."
Upon hearing this, Kong Xiu Niang was excited.
Although she didn't sit at the same table as Donghua, she could still see Donghua eating. This girl was too tough and not suitable for such delicate work.
Before Kong Xiu Niang could think of how to refuse, Mrs. Zhao threw her chopsticks and said, "Young lady, I don't want to shame you. You have to come close to me. Dong Hua is like that, you see she seems to be able to A needleworker?"
"Don't I... want to find a way out for Dong Hua?" Mrs. Sun said aggrievedly, "Qiu Hua is also learning needlework from Xia Hua. Our winter flower has not yet fallen. How can I, a mother-in-law? Are you anxious?"
In the past, the girls in the village worked for the family and got married when they reached an age. There was nothing to worry about.
But now, many girls have a way out. Some work at the elder sister-in-law's house, some learn embroidery, and in the future they can help Cao's family raise silkworms and weave cloth... When other girls are making money, look at your own little girl. , no matter how you look at it, you don’t like it.
Donghua ran over: "I don't want to learn embroidery, I don't like it!"
"You kid, you're not sensible at all!" Mrs. Sun raised her hand and was about to hit him.
Old Mrs. Zhao glared and said: "If you don't teach me a lesson normally, who are you calling me on New Year's Day? Put your hand down!"
Sun had no choice but to take back her hand.
Cheng Wanwan said in a warm voice: "Donghua, tell auntie, what do you like to do?"
Donghua's mouth was still oily, and she grinned and said, "I like to eat, and I like to eat all kinds of good things."
Cheng Wanwan: "..."
This is a standard foodie, in the same vein as the Sun family, and is better than the old.
Of all the children in Lao Zhao's family, she really dislikes Donghua the most.
But Donghua is only eight years old. Apart from being greedy and a little rude, she seems to be tolerating other things.
Cheng Wanwan said in a warm voice: "Since you like eating, then study the profession of eating. After you study eating thoroughly, it may not be a skill."
"Do you want to open a restaurant like my uncle?" Donghua tilted her head, "But it costs a lot of money to open a restaurant. How can I have so much money?"
Wen couldn't help but said: "Your aunt also started out selling ice powder. A bowl of ice powder cost two cents, and then she slowly earned her current family business. You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to walk step by step. Let’s go, if you think about opening a restaurant from the beginning, you may never be able to do it in your life.”
Mrs. Sun pulled Cheng Wanwan's sleeve: "Sister-in-law, do you mean that we, Donghua, can really make it in the food industry?"
"That's not what I meant." Cheng Wanwan pulled out her sleeves, "No matter what you do, you need to be serious and careful, be willing to learn and study, and the most important thing is to have a perseverance and not give up easily. Heart, winter flower, do you have it?"
Donghua scratched her head. The aunt's speech was so complicated that she couldn't understand it.
She changed the topic to something else: "Auntie, I can make wild vegetable and grain pancakes. I sell a pancake for two cents. Someone should buy it. How many pancakes do I need to sell to afford a restaurant?"
Cheng Wanwan had a headache.
Is this kid getting into trouble with the restaurant?
"Okay, keep on jabbering." Old Mrs. Zhao said angrily, "Everyone can make multigrain pancakes, why should others buy yours? Go ahead and play, don't disturb the adults to eat."
The winter flowers were quickly taken away by the spring flowers.
After the children finished eating, they went out to play. The women sat at the table and talked about their parents' shortcomings. The men's table started drinking.
Old Man Zhao had a prosperous year for the first time. He got so drunk that his speech began to be slurred: "...If our boss hadn't died, this meal would be called a real reunion dinner... Oh, oh, oh, boss, why are you like this?" Die, you died so miserably..."
Zhao Dashan's eye circles immediately turned red. He was the eldest son and the child who had the deepest impression of his father. He didn't even see his father for the last time.
"People are dead, why bring it up?" Old Mrs. Zhao said coldly, "It's the Chinese New Year, let's talk about something happy, for example, the children's marriage, after Ergou's marriage is over, there will be three cows I have to look at Dawang and Chunhua..."
Zhao Dawang blushed, lowered his head and ate silently.
Zhao Sanniu shook his head in disapproval: "Cousin Cheng is eighteen this year and he hasn't even married yet. Why should I be anxious?"
Cheng Zhao choked inexplicably, coughed and said, "Master He is more anxious. He is twenty-six this year and is not married yet."
He Xiao: "..."
He never planned to marry and have children in his life.
He had seen Mrs. Zhao's enthusiasm before. He couldn't resist it, so he simply drank up the osmanthus wine in the cup and poured it on the table, pretending to be drunk.
Cheng Wanwan couldn't help laughing.
Whether in ancient times or modern times, urging people to get married is scary.
The night was getting darker and darker, and the New Year's Eve dinner ended with everyone still unfinished. The drunk ones went back to rest, while the women who hadn't drank sat around the kang, chatting and staying up late.
In Dahe Village, keeping up the New Year's Eve is called "staying up for the New Year". All the houses in the house are lit with lights. Staying up until midnight to welcome the New Year will drive away evil plagues. In the coming year, the family will be healthy and peaceful, and the home will have wealth from all sides.
This is Cheng Wanwan's first New Year in Dahe Village. After this year, she will be thirty-four years old.
She was an orphan in modern times and welcomed the New Year alone every year when she grew up, but now, many people accompany her.
Although she came to a strange era, she was lucky enough to have a family. This should be a kind of compensation given to her by God.
