My Ome, she gradually swells

Chapter 123 New Year's Eve Dinner

Under the warm light, the eight dishes on the table were also dyed a yellowish color, which made them look more delicious.

The hot white air was blowing crookedly, and it was obvious that the wind had seeped in. Wen Yu trotted to the balcony, and closed the gap of the glass door tightly, the chill in the hut became less.

Although it was dark outside, it was not quiet.

The fireworks of "咻————" are also endless.

"啌啌咚咚咚" firecrackers one after another.

There were also all kinds of yelling and talking from upstairs and downstairs.

The whole city is cheering!

It seemed to be accumulating some power, waiting for a certain moment to erupt.

Wen Yu stopped to look at it for a while, then looked back at the dining table.

Father Wen was putting wine on the table with a smile on his face. He put two bottles of beer on the table and took out a small bottle of white wine to put on the table. The table is blocked by taller beer bottles.After finishing his small movements, he carefully glanced at the kitchen. Just as he relaxed, Mama Wen came out with her apron untied.

She had the same joy on her face, and she shouted: "Okay, okay, it's time to eat, Xiao Yu, it's time to eat!"

Walked a few steps forward to the dining table, glanced at the table, his eyes fell on the pile of wine bottles, the smile disappeared, and then he gave Papa Wen a hard look, and in the latter's sneering face, he recovered a little smile, "Drunk You won't even want to touch it if you take a sip next year!"

Papa Wen was overjoyed, nodding his head "hey hey", with a cheerful expression.

Mother Wen raised her head and shouted again: "What are you doing Xiaoyu, come to eat, wait until it's cold!"

"Hey, here we come."

Wen Yu responded and quickly went to the table.

For the hearty and fragrant New Year's Eve dinner, more than half of the dishes were his favorites, which made his index finger twitch.

The nearest is the white chicken.

The chicken skin is yellow and tender, poured with red sauce, and has a tangy aroma.Before he got the chopsticks, he directly picked up a chicken nugget with ingredients, and put his head up into his mouth.The smooth and tender chicken is not fishy at all, it rolls in the mouth when mixed with the sauce, and the chicken skin is still a bit springy, the taste is excellent and the taste is rich, this is indeed the best home-cooked taste.

Wen Yu chewed it whole, and ate it all up in two efforts, only spit out a small piece of bone.

Mama Wen couldn't help but said, "Chopsticks, why are you using your hands... why did you even eat the bones!"

Turning to her husband, she said, "You don't even talk about your son!"

Father Wen ignored the matter, poured the wine on his own, moved his hand to his mouth slowly, but poked his head and mouth to catch it quickly, closed his eyes and took a sip, then grinned his teeth and let out a "hiss-ha" , his face immediately became rosy, and he shook his head and looked at the wine glass again, looking satisfied.

Smacking this sip and putting down the wine glass, Dad Wen remembered to pay attention to the mother and son beside him, "Ah? What? What happened to Xiaoyu? Xiaoyu, you're making your mother angry again, right? Come on, come with Dad, here you go!" Mom toasts and apologizes..."

Mama Wen slapped Papa Wen's hand that was still about to hold the wine glass, and feigned anger: "Why do you only think about your two sips of wine when you arrive at the dinner table!"

Father Wen cried out, "I don't usually drink it! I drink a couple of sips during Chinese New Year, what's wrong!"

"You still have reason!"

"..."

"Eat more vegetables!"

"Okay, eat, eat, eat!"

Wen Yu looked at his parents' "cross talk" and couldn't help but laugh. How many details like this did he ignore before?
This is so much fun.

The TV in the living room was turned on loudly, and the TV program announcement came from inside:
The "Spring Festival Gala" is about to begin.

Mama Wen stretched her neck for a look, adjusted the position of the dishes with her hands and said, "Is there Liu Qian this year?"

Dad Wen asked, "Who is Liu Qian?"

"The one who did the magic trick."

"Is Liu Huan still singing?"

"Talk to you about Liu Qian, and you'll just say Liu Huan."

"suddenly think of."

"I won't tell you."

She moved the meatballs fried in the afternoon to Wen Yu, and said softly, "Eat this."

Wen Yu saw that the plate was full, "So much! Didn't you tell me to eat less?"

"Is it really giving you less food?" Mother Wen joked.

He kept moving his hands, and scooped a bowl of soup and water from Wen Yu's bowl.

If Jiangcheng’s meatballs are cooked as a dish, preserved fish is added, shredded ginger is added to remove the flavor, and water is added to the pressure cooker for a while.The pressed meatballs and preserved fish relieve the greasy feeling after frying, and become soft and palatable, neither salty nor fishy. It is a good dish suitable for all ages.The remaining soup is even more delicious, and it is a must to serve with rice.

This is how Fu Chengque was captured.

Wen Yu chewed the meatball and thought of Fu Chengque.

She should be having New Year's Eve dinner too, right?

Is the food delicious?

bird?
……

The dishes are all pretty good.

Fu Chengque sat on the big round table, ate ladylike mouthfuls, trying not to damage the image of "beautiful big girl" in the eyes of relatives.

There were also meatballs on the table.

It's a pity that the meatballs she's been thinking about are the reason why they are made differently, which always makes her feel less interesting. The meatballs made by Aunt Wen next door are delicious.

Damn it, it must have been eaten up by Wen Yu!

I hope I can leave two of them for her tomorrow, otherwise she will really cry to death.

The super New Year's Eve dinner for [-] or [-] people was really noisy.Fu Chengque ate obediently and listened quietly.Suddenly, the phone in his pocket vibrated slightly.

She quietly took it out and saw that it was Wen Yu.

[Wen Yu]: [Picture]
[Wen Yu]: Wanzi, I saved some for you

I clicked on the picture and took a look, and immediately felt angry.

The picture actually showed a meatball that Wen Yu had bitten into half!
How angry, not only can he eat meatballs, but he also eats half of them to anger her.

[Fu Chengque]: I don't want the dog gnawed on it
【Fu Orange Sparrow】: [Picture]
[Fu Chengque]: I have this too, look at the dishes on this table, there are so many!
[Wen Yu]: You don't want to eat meatballs anymore?
[Fu Chengque]: Hey, Aunt Wen will definitely keep it for me anyway, don't try to use this routine to me.

[Wen Yu]: So smart!
【Fu Orange Sparrow】: [Maomao proud]
[Wen Yu]: There are fireworks

[Fu Chengque]: I have this too, but I don’t see it as much as at home.
Fu Chengque raised her head and looked out through the window. The small town is not comparable to Jiangcheng, and the fireworks are also in twos and threes.But that's okay, it doesn't matter how much, they're all fireworks.

Wen Yu was also looking at these.

She suddenly thought of her task, a silent task, which she couldn't complete if she did it deliberately before. Now that she and Wen Yu are so far away, and each of them has different things interfering, it is almost impossible to complete it.

There was a sudden commotion on the table.

It turned out that the "Spring Festival Gala" had begun, and the grand song and dance first appeared on the stage, which immediately attracted a crowd of children in the room to surround them.

Even if you have a job, you have to gather together to watch the show.

Fu Chengque reached out to take a picture and sent it to Wen Yu.

Back there quickly.

[Wen Yu]: Haha, we were like this when we were young
[Fu Chengque]: If you grab the remote control, change the channel!
[Wen Yu]: Didn't I think the Spring Festival Gala was meaningless before?
[Fu Chengque]: Then do you find it interesting now?

[Wen Yu]: It's not interesting

[Fu Orange Sparrow]: Huh?why
[Wen Yu]: You are not here

(End of this chapter)