I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 100 New Year's Eve

The wind is blowing in the daytime, and the scenery is rushing westward.

The warm sunshine gradually became thinner, and at some point small snowflakes mixed with the cold wind began to fall.

Ruixue is a prosperous year.

As night falls, the ground turns white.

The reddish-brown confetti falling from the sparse sound of firecrackers is the only bright color between heaven and earth.

Taking into account Mrs. Fu's experience, Li Lan carefully prepared dumplings with vegetarian fillings for Mrs. Fu.

"Mom, I'm going to give Mrs. Fu a bowl of dumplings first."

"It's snowy and the roads are slippery, so Pingping and Feiwan shouldn't go."

Yu Shuishan looked at the falling snow that was like catkins flying and said with a smile.

The smell of burning firecrackers in the air stimulates people's nerves and makes people feel happy.

The old lady's face was full of smiles and her eyes were full of fragrance. "Go, wear thicker clothes and wear a whip, so that Mrs. Fu's courtyard will be lively."

Yu Shuishan agreed and went out carrying the full insulated lunch box.

Yu Ping held Fei Wan's hand and stood in front of the window, looking at the white snow in the courtyard. The sound of firecrackers sounded from time to time, and the fireworks exploded in the sky. The corners of her mouth never dropped.

"It's a great New Year."

"Yes, that's great." Yu Feiwan glanced sideways, his eyes nostalgic and nostalgic.

The flavor of the year always gets weaker as it gets older.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had such a down-to-earth and lively New Year's Eve.

Every household is busy, full, happy, and welcoming this day with a sense of ritual and participation.

No matter adults or children.

"Feiwan, let me tell you, it snows almost every New Year."

"I sometimes wonder if this is a New Year's gift."

"To round it all off, all of us, as well as those flowers, plants, cats and dogs, have received gifts from God."

"Look, fireworks, someone is setting off fireworks again."

Yu Ping pointed at the gorgeous fireworks on the horizon and jumped up and down happily.

Yu Feiwan's eyes reflected Yu Ping's cheerful figure.

In the house, the stove is burning brightly, and the water in the aluminum teapot is gurgling, as if it is happily accompanying the firecrackers and fireworks in the streets and alleys.

"Pingping, stop looking and peel some garlic."

"Auntie, I'll peel it off."

Lin Haihong put down the incense in his hand and took the garlic in Li Lan's hand.

The heat was enough, and Lin Haihong's little face was pink and rosy.

Yu Ping chuckled, "Then I'll share the fragrance."

"It's not too late to go."

Yu Ping and Yu Feiwan sat down next to the old lady and carefully divided the handfuls of incense into individual strands.

"Feiwan, do you need it?" Yu Ping suddenly approached Yu Feiwan and whispered softly.

"Snapped."

The incense in Yu Feiwan's hand broke, "No need."

Yu Ping blinked suspiciously, whether she really didn't need it or was embarrassed.

How about, how about tomorrow morning when mom and grandma go to various temples to burn incense and pray, she can secretly pay her respects as well?
If the quantity is not enough, please come and collect it sincerely.

Yu Ping's thoughts and thoughts are almost all written on her face, which can be seen at a glance.

Yu Feiwan took a quick glance and knew what was going on in Yu Ping's heart.

What I fear most is Yu Ping's sudden thoughtfulness.

At this time, Yu Shuishan stepped on the snow, one foot deep and one foot deep.

The light reflected from every house made this snowy night extraordinarily bright.

You don’t need a flashlight to see the road ahead clearly.

"Aunt Fu, Aunt Fu."

Yu Shuishan exhaled and said loudly.

Mrs. Fu's small house was dimly lit, and it was particularly cozy at the northern end of this deserted village.

Mrs. Fu welcomed Yu Shuishan in and dusted off the snow on Yu Shuishan's body with a feather duster. "It's snowing so heavily, so there's no need to come here."

Yu Shuishan couldn't help but shudder, "Aunt Fu, you have to try Li Lan's dumpling making skills."

While talking, he poured the steaming dumplings into the big bowl at Mrs. Fu's house. "Aunt Fu, eat it while it's hot."

"I also brought a whip. I'll go put it in the yard."

"It's a happy occasion."

Yu Shuishan rubbed his hands and took out the whip from the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket.

The sound of crackling firecrackers rang in the courtyard.

Mrs. Fu's eyes were red. After quickly wiping them clean, she urged Yu Shuishan to go home early.

"Aunt Fu, I'll go back first."

Yu Shuishan's back gradually merged with the snow in the sky.

Mrs. Fu stood outside the gate of the fence courtyard and watched Yu Shuishan off. She looked at the prayer ribbon tied to the fence and the firecrackers falling in the yard. Tears that she had managed to hold back burst into her eyes.

The Shuishan family, old and young, saved her life twice.

Yu Shuishan did not go straight home, but stopped for a while outside the kiln.

There is no electricity in the kiln building, so the people living here basically rely on candles and kerosene lamps to keep warm.

So, at first glance, the light looks extremely dim.

Yu Shuishan sighed and looked away, feeling heavy.

Mom must feel uncomfortable.

I hope my eldest brother and sister-in-law can think clearly and live a good life.

The smell of food filled the cold wind, causing Yu Shuishan to speed up his pace.

On New Year's Eve, be in a good mood.

The big yellow dog is always the first to know that his family has returned.

That obviously docile cry and wagging tail that is particularly joyful.

"Mom, Dad is back."

"It's time to make the dumplings."

Yu Ping is very sharp-eyed.

As soon as Yu Ping finished speaking, Yu Shuishan's figure appeared at the gate.

"Burning incense."

"Set the whip."

The old lady holds a lighted incense with light smoke in her hand, and takes turns to burn incense and kowtow to the heaven and earth, the door god, the Kitchen King Ye, and the ancestors at home.

After everything was done, Yu Shuishan lit firecrackers in the courtyard.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was loud and enthusiastic.

Yu Peng looked at the firecrackers eagerly, wishing he could get his hands on them himself.

After the firecrackers burned out, Yu Shuishan walked into the house, took out a few small cannons removed from the firecrackers from his pocket and placed them in Yu Peng's palm.

"Put it in the box first. After dinner, dad will take you to put it together."

Firecrackers have a natural attraction to boys.

Yu Peng nodded happily and placed it in the paper box with great care.

"It's dinner time!"

"Those who should wash their hands wash their hands, and those who should handle the dishes use the dishes."

The whole family sat together at the dinner table, enjoying the New Year's Eve dinner that had been prepared all afternoon.

The fish meat has been stewed until it is soft and rotten, and it is extremely delicious.

"Be careful when eating fish, don't get stuck on the spines."

Li Lan asked worriedly.

Yu Ping didn't even look at the stewed fish, her little head shook like a rattle, "I won't eat it, I won't eat it."

"I don't like fish."

Yu Feiwan smiled and said nothing, and did not prick it. He picked up a piece of fish meat with chopsticks, carefully picked out the spines, and put it in Yu Ping's bowl. "Now you can eat it if you like."

She and her mother have been dependent on each other for so many years, getting along day and night, and having three meals a day. How could she not understand her mother's preferences.

It’s not that my mother doesn’t like to eat fish, it’s just that she got stuck in a fishbone when she was a child, which was very thrilling and left a psychological shadow.

Therefore, after she tirelessly promoted the deliciousness of fish, my mother tried to eat fish without bones.

Yu Ping's eyes sparkled: "Fei Wan, you are so kind."

(End of this chapter)