It was New Year's Eve, and the army collectively made dumplings to eat. Lei Ting had to have a party with the soldiers and couldn't go home, so Han Zhuoyu moved the New Year's Eve dinner to twelve o'clock in the evening.
"Xiaoyu, the folks are here to send things again, you go out and have a look." Wang Fang knocked on the door of Lei's house and said with a smile.
"By the way, these are the meatballs I fried myself, you guys have a try." Before leaving, she stuffed a big bag into the boy's arms.
Qu Jing washed the flour off his palms, put on his coat and went to the guard room with the two children to check.
The system notification sound in my mind has been ringing non-stop. It is the Chinese New Year, and more people think of themselves with gratitude. Han Zhuoyu held Lei Chen, the corners of his mouth kept a happy arc.
"It's dried matsutake! Let's make matsutake dumplings tonight!" Qu Jing couldn't help swallowing. In the past few days, the villagers have sent rare and good things, and the storage room at home cannot be piled up.
"There is still a bag of Ciba here, which is very finely ground." Picking up two bags, Qu Jing took the children home.
If Lei Ting didn't come back, the dinner would be a bit sloppy. Han Zhuoyu cut the glutinous rice cakes into strips, wrapped them with crushed sesame seeds, peanuts and white sugar, and fried them in hot oil for five minutes. When the color became golden, he took them out and piled them on a plate. The sweet potato flour is boiled in milky bone broth until soft, then mixed with sesame oil, coriander, balsamic vinegar and chives, and sprinkled with a little sautéed chili.
The ingredients and method are very simple, but it can't stand the boy's good craftsmanship. Qu Jing and Lei Chen were grunting after eating, their expressions were full of satisfaction.
At exactly eight o'clock, while the soldiers were seriously watching the Spring Festival Gala, Lei Ting hurried home, took off his military uniform and put on casual clothes, hugged the two children and kissed, "Sorry for being late."
"It's okay, let's have New Year's Eve dinner at twelve o'clock." Han Zhuoyu pointed to the dough kneaded in the basin, and then pointed to the pork and matsutake on the chopping board, "You are in charge of chopping the stuffing, and we are in charge of wrapping it."
"Okay." Lei Ting held the young boy's pink face and kissed him forcefully. My little daughter-in-law is definitely the most qualified military wife, bar none!
"Put this on." Han Zhuoyu was expressionless, but his ears were red. He handed over an apron, then pulled Lei Chen to sit in front of the round table, and ordered, "Follow me."
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He grabbed a handful of dry flour and sprinkled it on the chopping board. He rolled the dough into strips, cut them into balls of uniform size, and rolled them into thin skins and set them aside for later use.
"Hey, Xiaoyu is quite neat, and the dumpling wrappers are so beautifully rolled! Whoever marries you in the future will be blessed!" Qu Jing threw away the shapeless dough, admiring from the bottom of his heart.
Lei Ting's chopping action paused slightly, his thick eyebrows furrowed fiercely.
Han Zhuoyu didn't know why he panicked. He quickly glanced at Uncle Lei, then lowered his head, pretending to be serious about rolling the dough.
Lei Chen couldn't even hold the rolling pin firmly with his short hands, the dough fell all over the floor, a layer of flour was sprinkled on his body, his hair and eyebrows were all white, like a cat.
"Xiao Chen, go and play! Don't come here to make trouble!" Qu Jing waved his hands in disgust.
Lei Chen pursed his lips and looked at brother Xiaoyu with aggrieved eyes.
Han Zhuoyu was not so flustered anymore, he handed a small piece of dough to the bear boy, and said with a blank expression, "Playing by yourself is like kneading plasticine."
Order! Lei Chen's eyes sparkled, he took the dough and kneaded it left and right, then picked it up to show off in front of Brother Xiaoyu.
"What is this?" Han Zhuoyu poked his nose with his fingertips.
"Vegetarian pig." Lei Chen replied in a childish voice.
"Hahaha~" Qu Jing couldn't help laughing. Who can tell him why the flat dough in the middle looks like a pig
Lei Ting's stern complexion also softened.
"It's not like that." The single-minded teenager will never know what a white lie is.
Lei Chen handed over the dough, pouted his mouth, and motioned for Brother Xiaoyu to make a like one.
Han Zhuoyu was a little helpless, took the dough and quickly kneaded it into an oval shape, carved out the details with a toothpick, and a lifelike and naive piggy was formed.
Lei Chen opened his mouth wide, with a look of admiration on his face. Brother Xiaoyu is indeed an omnipotent superman!
Han Zhuoyu hooked his lips, and the little dimple was looming. As if addicted to playing, he picked up another piece of dough, flipped it up and down with his fingers, pinched the prototype of a villain, and then carved it carefully with a toothpick, and handed it to Lei Chen ten minutes later.
"Su Wo!" Lei Chen's eyes brightened.
Han Zhuoyu nodded slightly, picked up a piece of dough again, kneaded a tall and straight man, carved out the details of the military uniform and facial features with a toothpick, and placed it next to the small-faced man just now.
"Su Papa!" Lei Chen clapped his hands and shouted.
"Pinch you again." Lei Ting walked over and demanded by pressing against the boy's ear.
Han Zhuoyu barely suppressed the panic in his heart, and pinched himself at a much slower speed than before.
"Is there any paint? It should be better to paint it." Lei Ting put the three masks together, his gaze was gentle and focused.
"It seems to be there, I'll look for it." Qu Jing hurriedly washed his hands, took out a box of watercolor paints and handed it over. These were bought for the children of Tongyuan Township Primary School, and Lei Chen secretly hid a few boxes.
After Han Zhuoyu adjusted the colors, he used a thin Langhao brush to draw out the delicate details, and the three pale faces seemed to be infused with life all of a sudden.
"Xiaoyu has the hands of an artist!" Qu Jing exclaimed.
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Han Zhuoyu remained silent, admiring the lecherous facial figures side by side on the table, his clear eyes filled with joyful light.
"Get a glass cover when we go back, drain the air inside, and keep these three doughnuts forever." Lei Ting carefully picked up the doughnuts and placed them on the outer balcony. The cold air can dry them out and harden quickly.
Save forever? The boy quickly hooked his lips.
After the New Year's Eve dinner before twelve o'clock, Lei Ting called home. Lei Chen put on a bright red padded jacket, bowed his hands, and said to the camera in a childish voice, "Gong Xi Fa Cai, here is the red envelope."
The Lei family laughed and promised that as long as they came back, they would make up big red envelopes.
After hanging up the phone, there was a knock on the door. Wang Fang and Zhao Dayong sent a small box of fireworks to the children, saying that they would go outside to set off together when the countdown to the New Year's Eve was over. Tongyuan is located in a remote place with inconvenient transportation, and the prohibition of firecrackers is not in place here. The fireworks I bought are not good things, they are just dropped firecrackers and firecrackers.
"It's twelve o'clock in ten minutes, let's go out and set off the fireworks." Lei Ting looked at his watch.
The air outside was damp and cold, with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke. Lei Ting put the box on the ground, lit a firecracker with a cigarette and threw it far away. With a loud bang, orange-red sparks exploded in the sky, and the paper wrapping the wires turned into snowflakes and fell down.
Lei Chen opened his mouth wide, silently amazed.
Lei Ting took a puff of his cigarette, lit another firecracker and threw it into the sky. After the loud noise, more pieces of paper fell down. With him taking the lead, the family members of the army ran outside one after another, lighting firecrackers in a place where no one was around, and the crackling sound was endless.
"You put this." Lei Ting handed the children a box of cannonballs.
Lei Chen took out one and looked at it with curious eyes.
Han Zhuoyu immersed himself in studying the instructions on the carton. He's never played with this stuff.
Lei Ting smiled and said, "Just throw it on the ground hard."
Han Zhuoyu threw one tentatively, and the soybean-sized cannon exploded the moment it hit the ground, making a slight crackling sound.
Lei Chen immediately imitated the example and listened to the crackling sound of firecrackers with great interest.
The two children are addicted to playing, you and I are scrambling to throw the cannon, and a bright smile gradually blooms on the face.
With his hands in his pockets, Lei Ting quietly stood on the porch looking at their cheerful backs, with unparalleled satisfaction on his face. There are no luxurious banquets, no grand performances, no colorful neon lights, but this little spark and small noise made him realize what happiness is. I hope that every year in the future can be spent like this.
"Thunder, tell Xiaochen not to play." Qu Jing walked out slowly, and said in a very disruptive manner, "Children will wet the bed at night when they play with fire."
Unfortunately, what Qu Jing said was right. After setting off the fireworks and crossing the new year, the two children were so tired that they lay down on the bed and fell asleep. When Han Zhuoyu thought about urinating Lei Chen, he touched his hands and the bed was wet.
He picked up the alarm clock and realized that it was only half past two in the morning, so he quickly woke up Lei Chen and changed into dry pajamas.
"The sheets and quilts are all wet, we have to sleep with Uncle Lei overnight." He picked up the expressionless but red-eared bear child, and knocked on Lei Ting's door.
"What's the matter?" Lei Ting raised his eyebrows, his eyes roving over his son's ear tips that were blushing.
The child felt his father's prying gaze, and buried his head in brother Xiaoyu's neck to pretend to be an ostrich.
"Wetting the bed." Han Zhuoyu explained lightly, and put the bear child into a warm bed.
Lei Chen immediately turned over and shrank into a ball. He is no longer a child of two or three years old, why does he still wet the bed? It was difficult for him to accept this cruel reality.
"Wetting the bed?" Lei Ting suppressed a smile, and patted his son's fleshy butt.
Lei Chen trembled, and tightened his grip.
"The sheets and quilts will be washed tomorrow, let's go to bed." Han Zhuoyu lay down on the bear's side and waved to the man.
For some reason, Lei Ting suddenly thought of a sentence - the wife and children are hot on the kang, and they are alive. He smiled lowly, got into bed, kissed the back of his son's dark head lightly, then held the boy's face and pressed it against his pink lips. The soft touch like a butterfly wing has a faint sweetness, he said in a hoarse voice, "Shall we all sleep together in the future? Huh?"
Han Zhuoyu felt his heart was about to pop out of his throat, his cheeks were stained with crimson little by little, his shy little appearance was like a fresh and tender strawberry, tempting others to take a bite.
"It's so decided." A hint of obsession flashed in Lei Ting's eyes, and he forcefully hugged his son and the boy into his arms.
After a long time, the young man whispered in his ear, his unique and fragrant breath almost scalded his ear pinna.
What to do, can't wait for you to grow up!