Princess of Nongmen

Chapter 2859 New Years Eve in Two Worlds

The kiss fell naturally without warning, covering Zhiyue's soft lips, and they parted immediately with a light touch.

The snowflake was slightly smoked by the breathing of the two of them, and turned into a bright crystal hanging on Zhiyue's eyelashes, trembling slightly with her shallow and chaotic breathing.

Qing Mo's arms slowly tightened, and she hugged Zhiyue into her arms.Let her close to his chest, listening to his "rumbling" heartbeat, as if declaring the oath in his heart.

"Ah Mo, don't worry." Zhiyue's small hands naturally wrapped around Qing Mo's narrow waist, and said softly, "Mother will not let Aunt Jinmei have trouble."

"I know, but I... can't do anything." After Qing Mo finished speaking, he hugged Yong Zhiyue again, and then slowly let her go, and said softly, "It's getting late, go back to sleep."

"En." Zhiyue wanted to say something else, but she swallowed it when she reached her lips.

That night, neither of the two people in the two huts slept, each listening to the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof, filled with sweetness in their hearts.

In the blink of an eye, it was the New Year's Eve, and Zhiyue got up early to put up Spring Festival couplets.

Qing Mo cut out the paper last night, first wrote her own Spring Festival couplets, and then wrote about Aunt Fat and Aunt Four's.

After writing it, Qing Mo sent it to the two families in person.However, the fourth aunt and the fat aunt were very polite, and gave Qing Mo some New Year's goods such as homemade rice cakes and red date steamed buns.

The sound of firecrackers rang out one after another, connecting together for a while, and then "bang bang" again.

After Zhiyue pasted up the Spring Festival couplets and entered the room, she sneezed twice.

"Did you go out without a hat?" Qing Mo just came back with something, and when she heard Zhiyue sneeze, she put down her things and ran over, covering Zhiyue's ears with her hands, trying to warm her up.

Zhiyue smiled and shook her head, "I'm wearing a hat, and I'm wearing gloves too. Look, the gloves are all stained by the red paper."

After speaking, Zhiyue sneezed again, and then said with a smile: "This is the smell of firecrackers, it's too pungent, and my nose is itchy."

"Then stay in the house today, don't go out." Qing Mo frowned, and felt that the sulfur smell around him was too strong.

This small village is densely populated, every household is setting off firecrackers, and the children are running around dragging the firecrackers, making the sound of firecrackers louder than those in the capital city, and the smell is full.It's no wonder Zhiyue can't stand the smell of fireworks.

"It's okay. We'll go and let it go later, we can't smell the New Year's smell in other people's homes all the time." Zhiyue rubbed her nose and said, "By the way, I'll just put on a face towel and it will be fine."

Qing Mo smiled, nodded and scraped the tip of her nose with his hands.

Speaking of it, the New Year for the two of them actually lacked a lot of entertainment activities, and no one talked lively.

But there are many fixed programs such as setting off firecrackers and making dumplings.

Zhiyue doesn't know how to make dumplings, but she likes to knead dough.

Qing Mo chopped stuffing, rolled dumpling wrappers, and made dumplings. Although he was not good at everything, he finally managed to make dozens of decent dumplings.

The reason is that the size of the dumplings is too uneven. When cooking dumplings, the dumplings have to be divided into different categories. The larger ones are put into the pot first, and the smaller ones are put into the pot last, otherwise they will not be cooked together.

As soon as the dumplings came out of the pan, Zhiyue couldn't help but pick one up.She poked a small hole in the belly of the dumpling with her chopsticks to release the heat inside, and then took a small bite.

"Ah, it's quite fragrant, and the saltiness is just right." Zhiyue sighed in admiration, picked up the remaining half of the dumpling and sent it to Qing Mo.

Qing Mo didn't hesitate, took a mouthful and ate it, frowned to find fault with himself: "There is less soup, and the stuffing is a bit dry. The taste is not so fresh."

"It's fine, it's fine, I can't help much." Zhiyue actually wanted to make dumplings along with her, but she couldn't roll dumpling wrappers, let alone wrap them.

After working hard for a long time, a dumpling was made, but the skin was too big and the stuffing was too small. It was so crooked that it couldn't stand upright, and it just lay on the panel, which made me feel bad.

Later, Zhiyue secretly gave the still-living dumpling to Silver Gray Wolf. That guy seemed to be hibernating, but he still looked disgusted with his half-closed eyes.

While serving two bowls of dumpling soup to dry, Qing Mo said, "You like it, so I'll make it every day from now on. After a few times of experimentation, I've gained experience, and I'm sure it will be better than this time. I don't need your help, just help me taste it." Just a taste."

"Okay, from now on, eat wontons in the morning, dumplings at noon, and noodle soup in the evening." Zhiyue smiled and took two small plates, poured vinegar on each, put one plate in front of Qing Mo, and said: "Then let's start the meal now." eat?"

"Of course. New Year's Eve is all about eating, eating and having fun. It's just the two of us now, so let's start." After Qing Mo finished speaking, he dipped in vinegar and ate another one.

After eating dumplings, I went out to set off fireworks, and then it was New Year's Eve.

However, Zhiyue was a little tired from playing, and fell asleep leaning against Qing Mo while watching the new year.

It was already the next morning when she woke up again, and she was sleeping on the small bed in her own room, probably Qing Mo carried her back.

Zhiyue washed her face and ran out, and Qing Mo had already cooked a pot of wontons.There are also small shrimps in the soup to enhance the taste. It is fresh and salty after a sip, which is very refreshing.

"Ah Mo, I'm going to the village chief's house to pay New Year's greetings later." Zhiyue blushed while drinking wonton soup, and said, "I heard from Sangouzi and Sizhuzi that all children who go to pay New Year's greetings have red envelopes." .”

"Go." Qing Mo agreed with a smile, but said again: "Just don't kowtow, he can't bear it."

"How can I do that?" Zhiyue laughed. In fact, she said it was a New Year's greeting just to make fun of it. Even her mother would not let her kneel down on her knees. How could she kowtow to the little village chief just for a red envelope?

But speaking of it, the Chinese New Year in this country is really more interesting, with a simple and warm flavor.

The whole village has been so lively tossing until the fifteenth day, and the village head called everyone to talk about the spring planting after the next year.

But Zhiyue and Qing Mo couldn't participate in farming.One reason is that the two of them almost don't know the grains and farm tools; the other reason is that Qing Mo only bought this small farmhouse at the beginning, that is, the front and back courtyards belonged to their family, and the fields in the village were nothing to them.

However, Qing Mo found that since this year was over, Zhiyue seemed to have something on her mind.

After observing for a few days, he didn't have any clue. He thought that Zhiyue lost interest in farming because she felt that she couldn't farm with the villagers.

Qing Mo wondered, should he ask the village chief to buy another piece of land?It doesn't need a big piece, as long as it is a small field near their home that they can cultivate.

You can plant whatever you want, and Zhiyue can do whatever she likes.

But Qing Mo never expected that Zhiyue would suddenly disappear before the matter of buying the land was finalized.

(End of this chapter)