The Rise of the Ranch King

Chapter 137 136. Goodbye 2021

Light firecrackers.

Dad lit a cigarette first, squatted down with one end in his hand and stretched out his arms to light it.

This picture was something I often saw when I was a child. In the blink of an eye, I was almost thirty years old, and my dad became an old man with gray hair on his temples.

The cigarettes were imported goods from Uncle David, and the two had a lot of communication about tobacco and alcohol.

Catherine also came out to watch the fun. She was wearing an apron and was probably working on desserts in front of the oven.

"Jia Simin!" Lin Feng shouted.

Then she trotted out, also wearing an apron, with a little flour on her face.

When I find a Chinese boyfriend, I just do as the Romans do.

The sound of firecrackers sounded, and the cows and sheep screamed in shock.

The four dogs were all there, extremely excited, circling back and forth around the firecracker paper on the ground.

Harry used his mouth to sniff the still smoking firecracker paper, and there was a "bang" sound, which startled him!

This guy's embarrassment made everyone laugh.

According to tradition, the New Year's Eve dinner starts at around six o'clock in the evening, followed by a meal of dumplings at ten o'clock. At that time, there will be another round of firecrackers, which is called "welcoming the new year."

We started eating at six o'clock, and at eight o'clock we were burping and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

With so much fish and meat stuffed into your mouth, it’s hard not to get fat.

At five o'clock, the Grando couple and Charlie's family arrived at the ranch one after another.

The living room of the wooden villa is large enough to accommodate two tables pushed together.

All of a sudden it became lively.

The banquet starts promptly at six o'clock in the evening.

It was extremely quiet outside after dark, with no snow or wind, so it was considered good weather.

Eleven people gathered around two large tables combined, enough to form a football team.

This New Year's Eve dinner was full of sixteen dishes, most of which were made by my mother. Lin Feng also cooked a few dishes to add to the fun.

The king oyster mushrooms in tomato sauce and the shredded pork in Beijing sauce were made by him, and he also cut a plate of preserved eggs.

This thing is rated as the "most disgusting food" by Americans. It is said that eating this can lead to chronic lead poisoning, but no one would eat it every day, just to satisfy their cravings occasionally.

Lin Feng likes the smell of preserved eggs, an indescribable feeling.

Just like durian, those who like it eat it to death, but those who don't like it think it's an oriole.

An important issue is that none of them know how to use chopsticks. Jasmine has learned to use chopsticks, but she is only half-experienced and it takes some time to pick up a piece of meat.

Lin Feng prepared knives and forks for everyone, and they used Western food tools to eat Chinese food. Then the Eight Immortals crossed the sea and showed their magical powers.

There is also another preparation. In order to take care of their eating habits, the meal sharing system will be adopted tonight.

Lin Feng was responsible for the management, sorting everyone's plates with their favorite food.

It's a bit like serving food in the cafeteria, except that his hands don't shake and he gives everyone plenty of food.

During the meal, the two languages ​​​​were mixed together, and there was no sense of incompatibility. Everyone could basically guess what the other person was saying based on their expressions.

It’s nothing more than commenting on how good this dish tastes.

Uncle David is a real treasure, and any place with him will never be cold.

The foreign version of Moutai that Lin Feng ordered from the Internet is cheaper than the domestic market price. As for the taste, I can't tell if I don't drink liquor.

Dad was very happy to drink. He used to buy small drinks worth tens of yuan, but now he can drink Maozi, and he feels very happy.

Jasmine's father obviously has some feelings for liquor, but judging from his expression, it still takes time to accept this highly concentrated male drink.

He said that he had drunk it several times when he was serving at the air force base. Others brought it in from outside, just out of curiosity. As far as Lin Feng knows, Americans basically don’t drink on official business. Drinking most of the time is related to mood or communication, or when young people party and go out in bars, or to spend time with their families.

Several hard dishes were approved by everyone. My mother is a very particular person and was afraid that what she cooked would not suit their appetite.

Dad frequently raised his glass to drink. The results of the recent examination were good, which was a bit like the past.

The last time we had a drink, Uncle David experienced the charm of a Chinese-style dinner.

This time it was Old Hans' turn. On a whim, my father insisted on teaching people the domestic drinking etiquette.

It's not unreasonable for my mother to say that he just loves to show off.

Lin Feng acted as the translator, and Hans listened very carefully. I guess people are interested in foreign things.

Not long after, the three old men were clinking glasses and competing to see whose glass was lower.

Lin Feng wanted to laugh when he saw it. This was a kind of cultural invasion.

I'm afraid one day sooner or later, the old cowboys at the Corral Bar will compete with each other to see who is more sincere when clinking glasses, and start to persuade each other to drink.

Imagine an unshaven old cowboy saying in a hoarse voice: You are raising fish! Done!

It's funny just thinking about it.

Of course, if the wine table culture brings relaxation and happiness, that's fine. But I'm afraid it will change the taste and become a burden, which is cultural dross.

The prawns on the dinner table are from Norway. Two of them are enough for each person.

My hometown, Qincheng, is close to the sea. I originally wanted to buy a piece of sea-caught prawns from my hometown online, but I decided against it because the transportation time was too long.

After arriving in the United States, Lin Feng missed the taste of his hometown. Sometimes he would even crave pancakes and fruit, and those starch sausages that cost two yuan a piece. He didn't like eating more meat.

Unconsciously, my eating habits changed.

The results of this New Year's Eve dinner looked pretty good, and it was basically a clean slate.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala begins.

Lin Feng was quite moved when he saw several familiar hosts in the United States. He continued to pay attention to domestic news while living in the ranch, after all, his roots were there.

Taking little Elsa to set off fireworks, Jasmine can also join in the fun.

Lin Feng was in a daze. A few days ago, the policewoman who drove the police car to a speed of 200 an hour without changing her color or heartbeat, was she really the woman in front of him wearing a red sweater and holding a fairy stick with a bright smile?

"Hey! What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come here!" Jia Simin waved to him.

"You are stupid."

Kittens fishing, sea lions playing ball, bamboo blooming, etc. The names of the fireworks sound very childlike.

There are also some evil things. A firework called "Shit Luck" doesn't look like anything on the surface. It looks like a cute puppy. After it is lit, it starts to smoke, and finally pulls out a big lump similar to Ollie. Give something.

Lin Feng was speechless.

After setting off the fireworks for a while, we went inside to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The skit "Happiness upon Joy" performed by Jia Ling and Zhang Xiaofei was pretty good. Everyone who understood or didn't understand laughed along, mainly because of her rich body language, especially Jia Ling's.

Welcome the New Year at ten o'clock, set off firecrackers and cook dumplings!

I remember that this time period was the most lively when I was a child. The sound of firecrackers outside was non-stop and lasted until the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, so that it feels like the New Year.

Later, fireworks and firecrackers were banned, and the New Year celebrations no longer felt like they did when I was a child.

The clock struck midnight, officially entering the Year of the Tiger.

Lin Feng silently made a wish, hoping that everything would go well in the new year.

After running the ranch well, my parents are in good health, and my relationship with Jasmine has taken a further step forward.

As "Unforgettable Tonight" sings, 2021 has become a thing of the past.

(End of this chapter)