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There is firewood burning in the house. Although it is not as effective as the stove at Si Nian's house, it is still warm.
Close the door, cut off the wind, and feel extremely comfortable.
The light bulbs in the Lin family are not very bright and are dim yellow.
The person taking the photo felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes.
Every household is reluctant to use electricity during the New Year. In addition, it is winter, and it starts to get dark at 5 or 6 o'clock. You can't even see it in the house, so you can only light candles.
Everyone did not sit down to eat first, but instead made offerings to the shrine.
This is a traditional custom in the village.
During festivals, ancestors must be worshiped first.
You have to kneel down and offer incense to pray for the blessings of your ancestors.
After the conversation was over, everyone went to the table to eat.
Mother Lin actually doesn't have much time to cook, while Father Lin cooks more.
She was also very happy today. It was a rare opportunity to cook a table of food. Si Nian took off her gloves, put on a pair of slippers that Mother Lin hooked up for her, and walked over to sit next to Zhou Yueshen.
Mother Lin immediately scooped a bowl of soup for each of them and put it in front of them: "Xiao Zhou, Niannian, can you try my cooking skills?"
Si Nian took a sip of the soup and said, "Yes."
Zhou Yueshen then nodded.
Mother Lin immediately smiled from ear to ear and asked the two of them to try other dishes quickly. They both cooperated and tried them all one by one.
Mother Lin has no talent for cooking, so she can usually eat it. In fact, she doesn't like to cook and cooks occasionally, so the taste cannot be said to be bad. It can only be eaten, but it is not delicious.
Mother Lin watched the two of them taste it and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Si Nian nodded bravely: "Not bad."
Zhou Yueshen said expressionlessly: "It's delicious."
Mother Lin was very happy. She tried a few bites and sighed, "It's still the same, tasteless. You two will comfort me."
Si Nian blinked.
In fact, she didn't understand why Mother Lin could put in all the ingredients but still have no taste at all.
Father Lin smiled flatteringly, picked up the shredded potatoes and put it in his mouth, "I think it's delicious, just to my taste. Besides, you don't like to go to the kitchen."
He took some meat and gave it to several children: "Come, Xiaodong Xiaohan, eat more meat and grow stronger."
"You're the only one who talks so much." Mother Lin still remembered her husband secretly complaining to others about the taste of his own cooking, and she rolled her eyes at him, "Give me Yaoyao, you smell like alcohol and are making us obedient." Grandson."
After saying that, he turned over his face like turning over a book, looked at Yaoyao's pink little face, and stretched out his hands lovingly: "Come to Yaoyao, grandma hugs her."
Si Nian said: "Mom, Yaoyao can eat by herself. You don't have to worry about it. Just eat by yourself. The food will get cold later."
Mother Lin responded with a smile and found a seat to sit down.
When I saw the two brothers, one tall and one short, sitting crowded together next to Si Nian, I felt cute no matter how I looked at them.
Then she looked at her two younger sons who were thousands of miles away from her, and her face darkened.
Heartbroken, completely heartbroken!
There is no TV, no Spring Festival Gala, and no programs. The New Year is just about everyone sitting around having a meal and giving out New Year's money.
Mother Lin sent red envelopes to the whole family.
Lin Yu, who received red envelopes from his sister and brother-in-law, looked over.
A look of envy.
It's great that they can get so much lucky money.
He turned to look at his second brother and saw what he was doing with his back to him. He walked over curiously and saw that he was wrapping up red envelopes. He was suddenly surprised and said, "Second brother, do you also want to give me lucky money?"
Lin Feng didn't even look back, "No."
He turned around, looked at Zhou Zedong and Zhou Zehan and said, "It's for them."
"Ah? Why?" Lin Yu was stunned: "Do we also want to pack it?" He is only nine years old!
"We are their uncles, and they gave us gifts."
Lin Yu got angry when he heard the gift: "He gave me a winter vacation homework book!"
Originally, I was almost done with my homework, but now I'm fine. Not only did I like to give him a new winter vacation homework, but I also had to give him New Year's money.
It hurts, it hurts so much!
Lin Feng: "..."
He sighed and said seriously: "We are elders, we can't argue with him."
Lin Yu, who is one year younger than Zhou Zedong: "..."
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