Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1354 New Year's Eve Dinner (Third Watch)

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing had to start frying quickly.

The menu for this year's New Year's Eve dinner, as well as the order in which each dish is served, had already been brewing in her mind more than ten days earlier.

The first dish at the beginning must be golden silk candied dates.

It represents all the sweetness in the coming year.

The second dish is sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice balls.

Fried in lard and filled with black sesame sweethearts.

The third course and the fourth course are meatballs and meatloaf.

Meatball meat pie is a hometown dish in this area, and it is also a local specialty.

Of course, most Chinese New Year meatballs in the village are made by mixing a lot of sweet potato flour or fat meat residue.

But the meatballs made by Yang Ruoqing are really lean meat.

The best quality lean meat from selected pigs is minced by hand, so that the meatballs kneaded in this way will make the meat more delicious.

The meatloaf is also made of lean meat, beaten with a small hammer to a thickness as thin as an ear and the size of a palm.

These two dishes are loved by adults and children alike.

Secondly, a whole old hen stewed with angelica appeared on the New Year's Eve dinner table.

Sauce beef, pork liver, stir-fried tenderloin, hot and sour bamboo shoots, and a large plate of green spinach.

In the south, the crackling sound of firecrackers continuously spread into the kitchen here.

It is mixed with the crisp sound of the oil pan under the vegetables in the kitchen.

Outside the window, the afterglow of a setting sun came in.

The New Year's flavor of the farmhouse has been sublimated in the sound of firecrackers and the smell of oily smoke.

Yang Ruoqing waved the spatula in her hand vigorously.

For the family, for the lover, carefully prepare a New Year's Eve dinner.

This is the responsibility and glory of being a married woman, a housewife!

The sound of firecrackers outside lasted for a long time.

The annual farewell to the old and welcome the new, the years flow leisurely, everything is so peaceful and fulfilling.

Until the sound of firecrackers outside gradually calmed down, Luo Fengtang and his father, as well as Yan Huai'an who had gone to watch the excitement, all came back.

"Go wash your face and change your clothes. I will put the clothes on the stool at the door of the bathroom."

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing confessed to Luo Fengtang who came to visit.

"Come to the kitchen when you're done, you can almost set up 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, we really don't want to invite Na Risong and Mrs. Xiao to have the New Year's Eve dinner together?"

On that day, Song and Xiao left their hometowns, and 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 Xiao's sister-in-law several times before."

"What she means is that if you don't come over for the New Year's Eve dinner, she will make it up for herself."

"And my cousin Lan'er, who is closed tightly is Na Risong's concubine, and she is pregnant with Na Risong's child."

"Xiao's sister-in-law cooks the New Year's Eve dinner by herself, and Na Risong will have to bring Sister Lan'er to eat with her when the time comes."

Yang Ruoqing explained.

Deep down in my heart, I really admire Xiao's tolerance.

It's a pity that a good woman meets a scumbag man who has eyes but no pearls.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Wang Cuilian sighed lightly.

Country women are also used to one man and one wife.

Like this kind of concubine, the wife walks around to the main wife every now and then with her belly outstretched, Wang Cuilian and other wives are standing on Xiao's side, sympathizing with Xiao.

"They have their own arrangements, so respect their choice and let them go!"

Tuobaxian said, "Qing'er, we live our lives, it's hard for an upright official to break up housework."

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, "En."

He opened the kitchen cupboard and began to prepare chopsticks and bowls.

in the bedroom.

Luo Fengtang saw the neatly folded clothes on the stool at a glance.

He walked over and shook off the clothes to have a look.

It was a brand-new cotton coat, and a pair of brand-new shoes with a pair of brand-new socks stuffed inside the shoes.

Touching the dense stitches on the clothes, Luo Fengtang was filled with emotions.

Nineteen years have passed. In the past, he was both looking forward to and dreading the New Year.

Now, he is finally living the life he envied before.

During the Chinese New Year, I went to the south of the village to burn incense with my uncle, and I felt at ease at home.

Because there is an aunt in the family, a daughter-in-law, and a mother who is cooking the New Year's Eve dinner.

As long as their men do their men's work well, when they come home, the food will be properly prepared.

Look, the daughter-in-law has prepared brand new clothes for the New Year, which is great!

that's nice!

"Hey, why are you holding on to that clothes in a daze? Hurry up and change, dinner is ready!"

A crisp voice came from behind.

Luo Fengtang turned around and looked, it was Yang Ruoqing who hurried in, and the apron around her waist hadn't been taken off yet.

Luo Fengtang put down the clothes in his hand, and came to her in three steps.

Leaning over, he pulled her into his arms.

"Oh, my head is full of oily smoke, be careful to smoke you!"

Yang Ruoqing said.

"No, I just like to smell, it smells better than rouge powder!" Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing laughed.

She felt his chin lightly touching the top of her hair, and his gentle and low voice came into 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 glanced around the room, and then at the brand new set of clothes.

"I'm not dreaming, am I? Such a good day..."

he murmured.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing understood.

She immediately stood on tiptoe, reached out her hands and gently pinched his cheeks, and pulled them to both sides.

"What a fool!"

She said, "From the first year we met, you will let me pinch you every New Year's Eve!"

"Hey, I thought you wouldn't say that again this year, did you still say it?"

"Tell me, you are so promising, hey!"

She shook her head and patted his handsome face lightly.

"Other people's families are looking forward to mountains of 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 will surprise you like this?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it hard.

"Money, I don't care if I don't bring it with me when I die."

"What I am rare is a home, a complete and beautiful home."

"There are you, mother, uncle and aunt, and father-in-law..." he said.

Yang Ruoqing listened carefully and watched.

Silently distressed.

These are the simplest and most common things in the eyes of others.

For Luo Fengtang, Zeng Jin is the most unreachable.

So many years of loneliness and loneliness in the past have created his current character.

Because of this little ordinary little thing, I am moved and grateful.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

"This year is our first year of marriage, let's celebrate the new year together."

"Next year, the year after, the year after..."

"Until we are both old, we will live together!"

(End of this chapter)