It's New Year's Eve, although this year only the couple brought Zhou Zhou and Dumplings to celebrate the New Year together, Qin Rou still prepared a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.
During the Chinese New Year, the tree-shaped rose planted in the corner of Qin Rou’s yard bloomed. She went to the seed station to search for treasures, and accidentally met an old woman who loves to grow roses. She successfully grafted a blue-purple rose from her. It is blooming beautifully at the moment, if you want to describe it, it is a blue-purple waterfall.
A purple as mysterious as a dream.
Lu Yan is an officer who has a house in the family courtyard, and he can go home for vacation for two or three days during the Chinese New Year. Qin Rou took him to see the roses he planted early in the morning, and asked him, "Is it good?"
This man really has no taste or aesthetics. Lu Yan looked at the color of the flower and asked in doubt: "Why don't you plant red ones for Chinese New Year?"
It's a big Chinese New Year, don't you have to be more festive
Qin Rou: "..."
The stinky man really has no sentimentality, Comrade Xiao Qin feels that his rose tree is really blind.
Isn't such a beautiful blue-purple dreamy enough to catch the eye
"Then you pick foreign persimmons, go pick foreign persimmons, na na na, they are all red..."
Persimmons are also tomatoes, and the small tomatoes are now also hanging in strings on the vines.
Lu Yan smiled and put her arms around her daughter-in-law's waist, admitting her mistake, "It's pretty beautiful."
Qin Rou patted his handsome face, "It's too late now."
"Bringing you to see the flowers is like a cow chewing peonies."
"Shall I take a camera to take a picture of you?"
"It's a pity that this color can't be photographed."
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It’s Chinese New Year, and the house next door is very lively. Head Zhang looked at the next door on the second floor. He has noticed the rose planted by the house next door for a long time. Flowers of this color are actually quite rare, usually red, yellow, and white. There are more pink flowers, and the blue-purple flowers, which are big for the Chinese New Year, are not very suitable for the occasion, but they look really good.
Head Zhang rested his chin on his hands and wondered if the flowers in his yard should also be colored in some rare colors.
The red ones and the yellow ones, no matter how beautifully they bloom, you will get tired of watching them.
"Old Zhang, come to the kitchen to help, are you lazy?"
Zhang Chengbei: "..."
It's so sad, he never went into the kitchen before, but now he is reduced to help in the kitchen during Chinese New Year.
"Here we come, we celebrate the New Year every year anyway, let's keep it simple this year."
The eldest son, Zhang Yichao, was particularly dissatisfied: "You have to wear new clothes for the New Year, and you have to prepare a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner!! Dad, you are talking like those lazy wives in the family courtyard now."
Zhang Yichao intentionally made his voice sharp and lazy, imitating: "Old Liu, let's eat simpler today."
"My lazy daughter-in-law is not as lazy as you for Chinese New Year."
Zhang Chengbei: "..."
Sooner or later your eldest son will be mad at him to the point of heart attack.
Huang Xinying came out of the kitchen with a smile, "Let's eat dumplings tonight, Zhang Yichao, you also come over to make dumplings."
Zhang Yichao: "Huh? Me too."
Zhang Chengbei pointed at him: "Look at you, lazy wife, take your brother to help."
Zhang Yichao: "But Mom, do we know how to make dumplings? Last time we ate noodle soup."
"What's wrong with the noodle soup? Eat the noodle soup too."
Zhang Chengbei: "Let me roll the dough, I'll learn from the head of the cooking class."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Old Zhang."
After pasting the couplets, she took the two children to cut the window grilles. In the afternoon, Qin Rou and Lu Yan took the two cubs to make dumplings together.
Zhou Zhou and Xiao Jiaozi discussed with their parents: "No more radish, no less radish."
"It's delicious to put radishes in dumplings."
"Shrimp, fish stuffing, radish, leek, let's make some of them. We can't finish them today, so we can freeze them for a few days tomorrow."
"Whether you can eat radish stuffing depends on the luck of Zhou Zhou and Dumpling."
"Brother and younger brother, do you want to know who has the best luck tonight? If you are lucky, you can eat a few more radish dumplings."
Zhouzhou: "..."
dumpling:"… "
Good luck to eat carrots
Little Jiaozi raised her head and said, "It's good luck."
Zhou Zhou: "... Am I not a dumpling?"
Little Jiaozi subconsciously shook her head: "I'm Zhou Zhou!"
Qin Rou and Lu Yan couple: "??!!!"
These two little guys are quite good at playing, but it seems that the elder brother is a little bit smarter. Their little dumpling really wants to be an elder brother stubbornly all his life.
Qin Rou couldn't help but think of a sketch called the protagonist and the supporting role.
"Our family's boats and dumplings are good luck."
Zhou Zhou and Xiao Jiaozi went to hug their father's thighs, and sent out their blessings: "Dad is good luck."
Help us finish the radish dumplings.
With a smile in her eyes, Lu Yan said dotingly: "Your mother is the king of luck."
Qin Rou stared at him, thinking not to poison me.
In the night, besides the dumplings, Qin Rou specially fried anchovy prawn balls for the two cubs. They came out of the oil pan, and they were small golden balls with prawn tails inserted on them. The whole golden appearance was very eye-catching. .
The outer skin is crispy, and the tender shrimp inside is wrapped, making children drool.
Qin Rou doesn't give them more to eat, one cub eats two, she also eats two, and her father eats four.
"Why does Daddy eat four?"
"Because Dad is bigger than you, you have to eat more, and the cubs should eat stronger, so they can eat more in the future."
Zhouzhou and Dumpling brothers are very regretful.
There are so many meals for the Chinese New Year, and they also want to eat as much as their father...
Eating dumplings at night, Lu Yan brought the dumplings to Qin Rou's side. Qin Rou was used to this routine every year, and opened her mouth to rub it. Who knew that Lu Yan slipped around her mouth, and finally fed it. own mouth.
Qin Rou: "..."
Brother Lu also learned from the cubs, knowing that it's funny.
Lu Yan smiled and fed her another one. Qin Rou opened her mouth and ate it without giving him a chance, but she found that this dumpling was different from the previous ones, and there was no copper coin in it.
Qin Rou looked at him suspiciously: "?"
Lu Yan fed her another one, and Qin Rou finally got the copper coins. Brother Lu smiled and said, "Congratulations, King of Luck."
Qin Rou spat out the copper coins and pinched his waist: "Every year, it's getting worse and worse, you."
Lu Yan smiled and secretly kissed her. Qin Rou looked back and saw that the two cubs were eating dumplings seriously. The radio at home was playing the Spring Festival radio program of China Central Radio Station, beaming with joy.
Another year has passed.
On the radio at home, the position of the buttons has been worn and painted, but the sound quality is still so clear and clean, playing the sonorous voice of the male announcer.
A few coconut lamps were burning in the yard, and Lu Yan took the small bullet-shell ship made by the two boys and placed it on the window sill. It is said that the father and son three planned to go to the beach to dig some beautiful sand to make beaches, coconuts, sea water and docked ship...
Years later, the big cousin Xia Mingxi came back.
When classmate Xiao Ming came back, he brought back a piece of breaking news, that is... Lu Sanjie fell in love with him together.
In other words, Third Sister Lu's heart has sprouted.
Xixi also felt that this man was suitable to be her father.
Lu Yan and Qin Rou: "!!!!"
"What kind of person?"
"The chef of the state-run restaurant, my aunt said that the rice rolls in the Guangcheng State-run restaurant are delicious, so my mother and I often go there to eat them. We have eaten many times. My mother and I met a young... "
Under the description of classmate Xiao Ming, Qin Rou and his wife knew that when Lu Sanjie was eating and drinking with her son in a restaurant, they met a young and good-looking guy... The point is that he is a good cook. One thinks he is suitable to be a husband, and the other One thinks it is suitable to be a father, and the mother and son are very attracted to this young man.
But this young man was in a panic. He hadn't been married yet, so he was going to be a father... So he was very confused about whether to accept Third Sister Lu.
Third Sister Lu's vacation is running out, and she can't get along with her all the time, so Third Sister Lu decides to write letters and become a pen pal for a while.
Qin Rou: "..." Looking for a chef from the Guangcheng State-run Hotel to be her husband.
"Lu Yan, the night we came to Guangcheng for the first time, I had a dream. In my dream, I married the chef of the Guangcheng Hotel!"
Lu Yan: "???!!!"
Lu Yan smiled distortedly and dangerously: "Who do you want to marry?"
"Marry you, marry you, marry you, no matter how many times Wu Lun asks, will it be possible to marry you?"
"Your daughter-in-law loves the steamed buns you make the most."
Lu Yan snorted and was barely comforted.
"Little uncle, my mother asked you to give me advice!!"
Lu Yan's expression was particularly strange: "...Let me give you an idea?"