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Chapter 390 Don't be greedy, kid, it's New Years after Laba

"Hey, turn around, turn around again."

In the main room, Aunt Guo stared at the black-and-white TV covered in snowflakes, watching the changes in the snowflakes while directing Guo Shan to turn the antenna pole.

"Stop! Turn it a little more, hey! I can see it!"

Aunt Guo's loud voice was mixed with bursts of firecrackers, with a smile and joy.

Guo Shan let go of the antenna pole, took off the leather hat on his head, brushed off the snowflakes on it, let out a breath of white air, and rubbed his hands.

"Hiss! It's really cold for Chinese New Year."

Trembling, Guo Shan fished Xiao Maozi into his arms, and his hand, which was as cold as ice, stretched into the little guy's neck to ice him as a prank.

Guo Mao was so excited that he turned around and got into a fight with his brother.

Aunt Guo was wrapping dumplings in her hand, impatient with the dust from the two monkeys, which also delayed her from watching TV, so the two brothers calmed down with a loud voice.

Suppressed by their mother, the two brothers glared at each other, washed their hands in desperation, and sat next to Gu Anxun, joining the small dumpling-making group.

Today is New Year's Eve, Guo Baoquan rolled out the leather, and Aunt Guo took four children to handbags.

Guo Mao had the ugliest bag and was disgusted by Aunt Guo.

Simply let him put the dumplings on the curtain, and then cover it with a wet drawer cloth to prevent it from drying out.

Guo Mao looked at the 'dumplings' he couldn't recognize when he wrapped them, and couldn't even stand up. The 'dumplings' with the stuffing still exposed in the folds, blushed and closed his hands, and put the dumplings honestly.

When the two curtains of dumplings were full, Shen Yiyao stopped and took over the job of cooking the dumplings.

As soon as Shen Yiyao left, Guo Shan winked and asked his little friend: "Hey, Xunzi, who did you learn how to make dumplings from? It's so good!"

Guo Mao also looked at Gu Anxun with admiration, blushing with embarrassment at his unsightly dumplings.

Gu Anxun said honestly: "I just learned it, and it's my first time making dumplings."

Both Guo brothers showed expressions of "just pretend, I don't believe it".

Gu Anxun looked back innocently, with the words "Really, I just learned it" written on his face.

The Guo brothers were so choked that they couldn't say a word, and they immediately became determined to win or lose.

Guo Mao entangled his mother, learned it again earnestly, and clumsily made a dozen or so dumplings before they looked like dumplings.

Guo Shan has been making dumplings for several years, and he has always felt that he is a "decathlon" and can do everything. He is an outstanding young man in the village.

As a result, every time he is full of self-confidence, he will always be frustrated by Xunzi, and the more he is frustrated, the more courageous he is, and he can even roll up a dumpling.

The three people's inexplicable desire to win and lose was out of control.

Aunt Guo joked cheerfully: "Young guys are full of energy. You will eat the dumplings you made yourself today, and you can eat whatever you make them."

Looking at the dumplings made by the three people, Guo Baoquan rarely said: "People say that the dumplings made are like their own ears. I see, it is absolutely true!"

Gu Anxun twitched his lips when he heard that, the dumplings he made were almost the same as those made by a girl, even the size and position of the pleats were almost the same, it was not easy to tell the difference.

At that moment, their dumplings can be mixed together and eaten.

Not to mention that the dumplings made by the two of them are very similar, but they are also very beautiful... Thinking a little deeper, that is, they both have good ears, and they look like a husband and wife!

Thinking about it, Gu Anxun's ears turned red, and a secret joy rose in his heart.

The Guo family brothers are completely opposite to him.

The two of them looked at the dumplings they made, their faces were struck by lightning, and they doubted life's stupidity, which amused the Guo family couple.

Guo Shan squinted at Gu Anxun, focusing on his ears.

I have to admit, my friend's ears are really beautiful!
The shape is beautiful, the earlobe is thick and full, and it is a blessing at first glance.

He squinted at Xiao Maozi's ear again...

Uh!
I don't know if it's because the ears are often pulled, or if this kid's ears look like that big piece of soup.

No matter how you look at the ears, they look like protruding ears, and they really look like untenable dumplings!
Guo Shan looked away without saying a word, couldn't help but look at the dumplings he made, and silently swallowed the word "bad heart".

For the sake of his own ears, Guo Shan also learned how to make dumplings from his own mother again, and even stole a peek to see how Xunzi made dumplings.

After that, he started to do it again. He obviously thought about how to pack it, but his hands just had their own ideas.

His younger brother has progressed to the point where the dumplings can stand up, and it is almost impossible to tell who made the dumplings from him.

However, he was familiar with the way and made out little chubby pudgy ones, like a bulging pig, unchanged at all.

Guo Shan:  …

The three young ones are introverted, and the two old ones still make fun of them from time to time. Against the backdrop of the anti-Japanese war movie, the sound of fire and gunfire adds a different kind of warmth.

While cooking dumplings, Shen Yiyao listened to the lively laughter of the whole family, and the corner of his mouth never let go.

It's such a good day.

It was so good that she was in a trance for a while, and the happiness filled her chest with the dream come true in a down-to-earth manner.

Family, friends, good days, all together.

Accompanied by the popular ballad of Daliu Village:

Don't be greedy, children, Laba is the new year.

Laba porridge, drink for a few days, mile la la 23.

23. Tanggua sticky.

24. Sweep the house.

25. Grind tofu.

26. Go buy meat.

27. Slaughter a chicken.

28. Hair the face.

29. Steamed buns.

Stay up all night at thirty.

On the first and second day of junior high school, walking all over the street...

The New Year that Shen Yiyao misses has quietly arrived amidst the busy schedule.

Looking at the dumplings in the pot, she had already forgotten what it was like to celebrate the New Year. With the help of Guo's family and Brother Gu, she was busy going through Laba in a daze, and busy with the preparation period for the 23rd New Year. Near the nostalgia, I was timidly busy until the New Year's Eve!
The Shen family had a new funeral, and according to the custom, no couplets were pasted up.

Shen Yiyao received a set of couplets as a reward from the team, and she gave them to the Guo family by borrowing flowers and presenting Buddha.

It stands to reason that the Shen family would not set off firecrackers, but this year has been too difficult.

Under the persuasion of the Guo family, in order to get rid of bad luck, the Shen family still intentionally put a whip.

At noon, after setting off the firecrackers, Shen Yiyao made a big table of big fish and meat, and put together ten dishes, implying perfection.

The Guo family also made six hard dishes, including fish and meat.

What every family can't live without is fish and pig's trotters, implying surplus every year and strong wealth.

After the meal, the Guo family brought vegetables and meat to the Shen family, and watched TV while chopping stuffing.

Cabbage pork, leek egg meat, sauerkraut vermicelli meat, one mix is ​​three pots!
The pot that Shen Yiyao was cooking was made of sauerkraut, vermicelli and meat.

The dumplings made by Xiao Maozi turned into slices of soup when they met water, which made the pot smell of sour and appetizing sauerkraut, very gluttonous.

Several people in the main room couldn't help swallowing when they smelled this smell.

Dumplings made of white flour.

In the past, the one or two catties of white noodles given out by the team headquarters family would be gone if each person took a bite to eat.

That is to say, the girl was willing to bring out rice and white noodles, and fed them for more than half a year before letting them see some pure white flour dumplings without noodles, so that they could calm down without being surprised or booing.

After the work is done, the dumplings are out of the pan.

A table full of white and fat dumplings, steaming like fairy mist, covered all the happy smiling faces.

(End of this chapter)