It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we got home, and the whole Ling family's old house seemed to have changed. Red lanterns were hung along the eaves and walls, and the Chinese characters "Fu Fu" were pasted on the doors and windows. It was full of joy.
The snow in the yard has been cleaned up, and several large tables are set up, with more than a dozen large pots of dumpling stuffing placed on the tables, as well as piles of rolled dumpling wrappers.
Yan, Sanyan, Qiying, Jiuyepoying and Thirteen have all returned, and they are making dumplings around the table with Cheng Jia.
"Wash your hands and eat first, and come play after eating." Yan San grabbed Ling Qingyu's claws that were reaching for the dumpling wrappers, and pulled her towards the restaurant.
Hearing the sound of the car, Su Mu came out of the kitchen with chicken noodle soup, and said with a smile, "It's time, let's fill up our stomachs first, and we'll finish eating early."
The chicken soup is made by Sum killing live chickens early in the morning, and the noodles are freshly rolled. Just smelling the aroma will whet your appetite.
After traveling to the provincial capital and signing so many documents, Ling Ma was also a little tired, so she went up to rest after eating noodles.
Ling Qingyu got up early in the morning, and after eating a bowl full of chicken soup, she also felt a little tired, but she didn't want to go up to rest, so Yan San carried a recliner and put it under the tree in the yard, and covered her tightly so that She took a nap while basking in the sun.
Not long after, the three of He Li also came back, and Ying Shisan went into the kitchen to cook with Sum, and ten of them were asked to pack.
Cheng Jia has always been a gentleman since he was a child, but when he and Ling Qingyu were in Bianjing for the New Year, he participated in the dumpling-making activity. Although he was talented, the dumplings he made were really unattractive.
However, Yan San and Yan Qi are obviously not good at this. Looking at each of them individually, they are very square and strong, but compared with the shadows of the thirteen shadows and the nine night souls, they are immediately inferior.
He Li and Meng Su did this job in Dai County, and Zhao Yinfeng also did this job in the barracks, but the style of the three of them was a bit aggressive, and each one of them was like a bun.
The dumplings made by Yang Zhao are very decent, each one is of average size and shape, but Ye Shiyi's dumplings are all unique, and none of them are exactly the same.
A group of people despised each other while talking and laughing in low voices.
Ling Qingyu fell asleep next to her, looking at the corners of her rosy face with slightly raised lips from time to time, her heart was filled with happiness, and her voice became softer and softer.
The sun was slanting to the west, scattered, and firecrackers sounded all around.
Ling Qingyu woke up rubbing his eyes and sniffing his nose, smelling the aroma of vegetables all over the courtyard, looking at the various dumplings on the table, and the faces of the men looking at them with happy smiles.
Ling Qingyu suddenly opened her mouth and smiled like a flower, and jumped up to grab the remaining leather bag to show that she is also a hardworking and capable wife.
When Meng Su and Zhao Yinfeng came back, they brought back a huge TV set and installed it in the living room. Various snacks and fruits were placed on the long coffee table, and several large porcelain vases of flowers were also placed.
There are also two tables in the restaurant, the big table is full of dishes, and the table next to it is full of dumplings.
As twilight fell, the colored lanterns hung all over the courtyard walls and roof eaves lit up together with the lights of the lanterns. The warm and soft light illuminated the house brightly, and even the moon lost its light.
Sum and Ying Shisan brought up the last two dishes, sat down in their seats together, and then everyone looked at Ling Qingyu with smiles.
Waiting for her to say New Year's greetings like before.
Holding the wine glass, Ling Qingyu felt her throat was blocked, unable to speak a word, only tears flowed from her eyes overflowing with happiness. Year after year, every year when the fireworks sounded and the house was full of noise and excitement, the only wish in her heart was to be like this.
Don't want the splendid rivers and mountains, don't want the brilliance, don't want the admiration of the people, don't want the sound of long live forever...
I just hope that there are simple tables in the simple yard, and that they are all alive and smiling.
That's all.
"Qing Yu..." Yan San put down his wine glass, stood up, put his arms around her waist, kissed her tearful cheek lightly, and pushed her to Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao took the person, put a kiss on the eye, stood back a little, and gave way to Cheng Jia.
One kiss at a time wiped away the tears on her face.
After Ye Po let go of her.
Ling Qingyu choked up and said, "Happy New Year!"
Yes, happy new year! It's a new year, a whole new world for us.
No more grief, no more struggle, no more sacrifice, only...
hapiness!
Mama Ling's tears became inexplicably wet. When her daughter told her about the incident over there, it should have been just a rough idea. Seeing the deep relationship between them now, I am afraid that the hardships involved are far from what the daughter said. Simple, but even that simple made her sad and heartbroken.
Just come back, just come back!
Su Mu and Ying Shisan's craftsmanship is good, and they have absorbed the characteristics of this place. The dishes they make taste so good that Ling Qingyu swallows them with his tongue.
There were no outsiders, and the men began to talk about sex, and somehow the topic turned to the next few battles. It was said that the blood was boiling, and it was indispensable. Zhao Yinfeng and Meng Su wanted to despise each other again.
Mama Ling was listening, and she came back to her senses, brat, you didn't tell me that you went there to become an empress!
These are all people who conquer the world!
Forget it, let me go to the Spring Festival Gala!
Ling Qingyu was overwhelmed again, and Yan San accompanied him for a walk in the yard. The men quickly cleaned up the living room, and set up mahjong and card tables around the sofa in front of the TV.
When the Spring Festival Gala started, Yingjiu set off a string of firecrackers outside, and three poker tables were already opened in the room.
When Ling Qingyu came back one step later, the table was already full of people, and she asked them to give her a seat with a shy face. As soon as Yang Zhao got up, He Li pushed him back.
"Hey, you are so good to be in the back and watch your husband win money for you." He Li said with a smile. If this little rascal goes on stage, then no one will have to play.
Depend on! Whoever wins, my husband wins, and whoever loses, my husband loses, okay
"Yeah, Qing Yu, you go to watch the show." Sitting at the table, Mama Ling said wearing presbyopic glasses, and then said to Sum Yingjiu Yepo, who was playing mahjong with her, "Come on, draw the cards and draw the cards." Card!"
Yan San pulled Ling Qingyu, who was about to act like a rascal, to sit on the sofa, helped her rub her belly, and said with a smile: "Okay, rest, I will avenge you later."
After all, Mama Ling was getting old and wanted to watch the show again, so she got off after playing a few laps, and Ling Qingyu sat directly on Yan San's lap to take Mama Ling's place.
Of course, it was Yan San who played cards.
After playing a few rounds, Yan San switched to Yang Zhaohe Li Yanqi's table, and drove Zhao Yinfeng to Sum Yingjiu Yepo's table.
The level is not at the same level, Zhao Yinfeng is disgusted.
Zhao Yinfeng smoothly carried Ling Qingyu on his lap.
"Hmph! You all despise me! I'll go to Macau tomorrow!" After pointing Zhao Yinfeng several times to lose Zhao Yinfeng and stop listening to her, Ling Qingyu hummed.
"Okay! When are you going?" Zhao Yinfeng turned to her face and kissed her, and said with a smile. He knows that Macau looks like a fun place in those movies.
"Yeah." Ling Qingyu picked up the phone that started beeping and replied to those New Year's greeting messages while saying: "Why don't we go on the tenth day? Mom, are you going?"
"Okay, let's go to Hong Kong to do some shopping."
"Buy again?"
Starting at half past eleven, the sky in Ningcheng was already bright, with huge fireworks blooming in the sky of the entire city.
Fire trees and silver flowers never go night.
Ying Jiu and Ye Po got off the card table and set off fireworks and firecrackers in the yard and on the road outside, while Sum went to the kitchen to bring out freshly cooked dumplings.
The sound of firecrackers exploded, and the fireworks exploded in the air, exuding gorgeous patterns.
Cheers came from the TV.
The men looked at the smiling woman looking up at the sky.
The tight string in my heart seemed to relax.
Yes, no longer a general, no longer an official, no longer a killer, no longer a guard...
It's just her man, her husband.
Mama Ling couldn't bear it anymore and went to sleep, Ling Qingyu lasted until two o'clock and was hugged by Yan San to sleep.
Yang Zhao picked up a glass of wine from the side, and said to everyone in the room: "Happy new life."
Everyone laughed, and Sum put down the broom and picked up the wine.
newborn... happy...