The ancestral hall was filled with light smoke.
Along with the sound of young people chanting incantations in the smoke, people in military uniforms loomed.
Mr. Xu only heard one sentence in his ear: "Old Xu, you are too good at playing chicken. My brothers won't let you play anymore."
"Let's go, we are going to be reincarnated."
"Take care of yourself."
"The Seventh and Eighth Masters were sent to pick us up personally. They said that first of all, we are heroes and died on the battlefield defending our country. Secondly, Lao Xu, you have a good granddaughter and grandson, and we also have a good home..."
Those chattering and ethereal words seem to be hallucinations.
Mr. Xu's vision was blurred by tears.
By the time he recovered, the smoke and phantoms had disappeared.
He looked at these quiet souls without saying a word for a long time. After a while, a smile of relief appeared on the old face with white hair and childish face, and he muttered: "If you dislike my food, you will dislike my food. Everyone wants to take Qiao, leaving me alone." Everyone ran away..."
At the end, her voice choked up: "Okay, okay, run away... This life is too painful, don't suffer again in the next life..."
"Grandpa, wipe your tears."
Ning Ning handed Grandpa her clean handkerchief.
Mr. Xu wiped away his tears, held his granddaughter's hand and walked down the mountain. Before leaving the house, he did not forget to say: "Work hard for the old man and don't be lazy. Our ancestors will supervise these bastards."
I was too lazy to bring these little brats in before.
I feel that each room has its own thoughts.
The relationship between the two of them is not close enough, so they get along coldly and indifferently.
During the holidays, you can't catch a shadow of a bastard.
Busy, all busy.
Too busy to come back.
Mr. Xu has devoted himself to the revolutionary cause since his wife passed away. His children were raised by nannies and guards.
Wait until he gets back from his career.
I discovered that the children each have their own personalities and abilities.
Mr. Xu held Ning Ning's hand and walked slowly along the mountain path.
Those eyes that gradually became clear from turbidity, recalling the past, flashing with helplessness and smile.
"Then who is the naughtiest one?"
"Your second uncle."
"He was beaten a lot when he was a child. His temperament is very much like mine. He is not afraid of anything. At the age of ten, he dared to lead the whole compound of brats to play ambushes and take advantage of the parents who were eager to find the children. One, they all fell into the trap and were "arrested"."
Mr. Xu had just returned from a meeting in the military region. The leader of the counterattack had been decided. Mr. Xu's name happened to be on the staff team. He was so happy that he wanted to go to heaven.
As soon as I entered the compound, I met parents who had formed a group to complain.
All of them had bruises on their noses and swollen faces, and they were in tears.
Amidst the chirping complaints, Mr. Xu, who was in his prime at the time, silently pulled out his belt.
The main criminal "Xu Xiaoer", the staff member "Xu Xiaoda" and the follower "Xu Xiaoyao" were all beaten.
What?
You mean daughter?
His daughter looks like his deceased wife, let alone beating him. Mr. Xu couldn't bear to see his daughter shed tears, which hurt his heart. He always felt that whenever his daughter shed tears, his wife would whisper in his ear, "Why are you not being nice?" Are you taking care of our little sister?
"Grandpa, have you ever given them New Year's money?"
In my grandfather’s memories, my uncles’ childhood was always inseparable from belts and naughtiness.
But Ning Ning felt that some uncles might be using naughtiness to attract the attention of their father, who had been away from home all year round.
"Well……"
Mr. Xu rarely showed embarrassment.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he has never given any new year's money to his children because he is busy with work.
Because he himself has never received lucky money.
"When we got the big copper coins yesterday, the uncles were envious."
Ning Ning told her grandfather seriously.
In fact, it was yesterday that she bit a big copper coin and saw the long-lost frames appearing on the heads of several uncles.
It says the mood:
I have never received any lucky money.
It’s better to pack a lot of lucky money for the juniors during the Chinese New Year.
These four words have never been so sad. Even Ning Ning, who was once poor, would receive three New Year's money from her parents and grandma on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year.
Mr. Xu felt that this made sense, so he humbly asked for advice.
"Then, shall I give them a lucky gift?"
"Yes."
Mr. Xu was still a little embarrassed, his eyes twinkling slightly: "Isn't it a bit..."
"What's the point?" Ning Ning quickly cheered her grandfather up: "Don't worry, you can give them lucky money and make sure they are happy."
"All right."
Time flies and it’s the evening of the 29th New Year’s Eve.
The female relatives at home don't know where they got the idea to have a lively New Year.
I learned the New Year's gifts from TV. I first directed the men in the family to finish the general cleaning, and then asked the servants to start preparing the dishes for next year.
Braised suckling pig, fortune pig's trotters, ginseng, bird's nest, shark's fin, abalone, Alaskan sea crab...
The pot was churning with the aroma of bones.
The old fireplace at home is filled with flames, giving it a particularly smoky winter feel.
In addition to floor heating throughout the house, a fire rack was specially purchased.
There is a net on top.
There are several smoked and grilled sweet oranges produced in Majiatun on the Internet.
This year, sweet oranges were planted in Majiatun.
I don’t know if it’s because Majiatun’s feng shui is particularly good.
Their sweet oranges are particularly delicious.
"Well."
When you bite into it, the sweet flesh of the orange is roasted by the flame, exuding a warm aroma.
It quenches thirst without causing cold.
Ning Ning handed the remaining half of the orange to her father: "Dad, try the sweet oranges from our hometown."
Su Jianguo held a management book in his hand and read it carefully by the light.
This was specially selected by Xu Yanzhao for him.
Not only did he need to read books, but after the Chinese New Year, there was an entrepreneur class at Yanda University. Xu Yanzhao paid for it and specially signed up for him to go there to study for further studies.
In addition to several high-end restaurants under Xu Yanyu's name, the Xu family also has several large chain five-star and six-star hotels. Other than the attached restaurants, the Xu family has not focused on entering the catering industry.
As soon as Su Jianguo arrived.
Xu Yanzhao immediately allocated a large amount of funds to pave the way for his fifth uncle.
He used money to create a great avenue for his fifth uncle in Chinese and Western cuisine.
Who in the catering industry today doesn't know that the fifth master of the Xu family, in addition to being highly capable, also has a filial nephew.
Now Su Jianguo owns his own catering group. At the same time, he bid for a piece of land on the outskirts of the imperial capital last month and plans to build a Zhuangzi with private dining and resort style.
"Very sweet."
Su Jianguo ate the orange.
Ning Ning picked up oranges for the elders one by one.
She took two peeled oranges and handed them to the two who squatted next to the newly bought stove. There were high-tech modern all-in-one oil-free kitchen utensils that were not used. They had to play "Remember the Bitter and Sweet". I had never been in the kitchen in my life. Aunts.
"Auntie eats oranges."
"Auntie's hands are dirty."
The second aunt, whose white and tender hands were stained with stove dust, was like an angry tiger just now, roaring and driving her husband out of the kitchen. She spoke to Ning Ning with her voice in her throat.
Thin, like spring water.
The smile was crisp and silvery.
"Then I'll feed Second Auntie."
He raised the orange with his little hand and fed it to the second aunt's mouth.
Next to me, the auntie who rolled up a pictorial to make a blowpipe like in the TV series said: "I want to feed her too."
