Chapter 603: Eating New Year’s Eve dinner, it’s hard to control your love for your loved ones

Author: Biantang Wushi

Chapter 603: Eating New Year’s Eve dinner, it’s hard to control your love for your loved ones

The middle plate is chopped pepper fish head, which is my favorite. Look at the red peppers, green coriander, black fermented black beans, white chopped green onions, yellow ginger, and fragrant garlic. With the big-mouthed fish head, it is absolutely gorgeous and attractive. Whether it is vision, taste and smell, it is delicious, especially the juice is just noodles or rice, which is even more appetizing.

There was a plate of fried peanuts in front of me. Zitong's mother said, "You and your uncle must match this." This is a must-have drink for both the north and the south."

Zitong's mother also had a plate of pickled sour peppers and garlic cloves in front of her. This was also a dish. My mother also pickled them every year. I couldn't help but pick up one, peeled it with her tongue, and put it in her mouth. It was crispy and delicious. It was a perfect match to drink another glass of wine at this time. Zitong's mother seemed very pleased to see me eating this, and even looked at me with a smile on her eyebrows.

There is also a plate of wild vegetables that I don't know what it is, but the taste is also very good

20:00, with the expectations of hundreds of millions of people across the country, the biggest dish on New Year's Eve - the Spring Festival Gala finally began. The first one came out was "Happy Chinese New Year" sung by Sun Yue and Jie Xiaodong. The cheerful rhythm sounded, and everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the New Year:

The golden wind brings joy, the redbud flowers are blooming

Spring thunder in February, gongs and drums are beating

A hundred-year dream has come true, and a thousand-year hand is held together

China enters a new era.

At 9:30, when Chen Hong and Cai Guoqing sang "Go Home to Check Home" frequently, I quietly walked out of the house and went to the yard to call my home. It was my fourth brother who answered it. He heard it was me, and he was happy to jump and jump on the other end of the phone. I asked him to turn on the hands-free. I could hear that our family was also sitting in front of the 21-inch color TV watching the Spring Festival Gala, listening to the singing from the other end of the phone:

How much contribution the elderly do not want their children to make to their families. It is not easy to be reunited in their lives. They often go home and see them. Even if they massage their father's back and shoulders, how much contribution the elderly do not want their children to make to their families. They always worry about their children to make to their families.

The voices of my father, mother, brothers and sisters came from the head of the phone. Some asked this and that, especially my mother. The voice was obviously something wrong. I couldn't help but choked up, chatted a few words in an understatement, explained my situation in Hunan, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Holding my phone, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I was too lazy to wipe it, and let them flow silently along my cheeks. Think about it, I haven't been home for almost two years. I really miss my father and mother, I really miss my brothers and sisters, and I really miss the grass and trees in my hometown:

How many deep and affectionate looks,

The hometown that I dream of.

Have been away for a long time,

The shadows are getting longer and longer.

The rock mill at the entrance of the village,

How many wonderful times have been crushed.

Flock of sheep on the hillside,

There is also the setting sun in the sky.

Hometown, hometown, my unforgettable hometown.

The farther the wanderer walks, the longer the longing of love will be.

Hometown, hometown, my unforgettable hometown.

If your children have a future, they will repay their parents.

The delicacies of the dining table,

The fragrance of the vegetable ball has long since disappeared.

The flashing neon lights,

Calling the frogs and birds singing in the hometown,

Hometown, hometown, my unforgettable hometown.

The farther the wanderer walks, the longer the longing of love will be.

Hometown, hometown, my unforgettable hometown.

If your children have a promising future, they will repay their parents.

Hometown, hometown, my unforgettable hometown.

The farther the wanderer walks, the longer the longing of love will be.

Hometown, hometown, my unforgettable hometown.

If your children have a future, they will repay their parents.

Hometown, hometown, my hometown, my hometown~~~~~hometown~

Just as I was looking up at the southern sky and feeling extremely uncomfortable, I was suddenly hugged from behind, and I didn't even look back. I knew it must be Zitong. She might have seen me come out and call, so she followed me out. This girl must have felt my longing for home, and she must have heard my choking sound. She pressed her head tightly against my ears, jumped out a tissue to wipe the tears on my cheeks, and comforted me gently, Brother Zheng, don't feel uncomfortable. After the New Year, we will take some time to go back to Pengcheng, and I will accompany you, okay?

I still didn't look back, but just held her little hand holding her chest tightly and nodded heavily. Zitong pushed me out of the yard behind me. The trees around me stood silently, with thick shadows, and looked heavy, as if you couldn't get through. I raised my head and looked at the sparse treetops, with no leaves, empty branches, no words, and a cold look. On the thick and black night, there was a slightly yellow crescent moon, like a bow and knife, and then there were a few sparse and simple stars. The stars seemed to be embedded, distant and small, and looked like nails nailed to the sky.

Lights were emitted from the windows of every household, and laughter and laughter were heard from time to time. We walked silently, watching, until Zitong said she was a little cold, we turned back. When our fellow villager Wang Fuli came out to sing "Booking Dumplings on New Year's Eve", I was already sleepy and couldn't hold it anymore. This was a bit strange. In Shenzhen, we are all night animals. It's normal to go to bed at 12 o'clock every day. What's wrong with this today? Maybe it was because of the feeling of the scene just now, and it was a bit too sad. Zitong saw that I was yawning all the time, so she hurried to get foot washing water and let me wash my feet and go to bed first.

When I woke up in the morning, I looked at my watch and it was already 7:30. I hurriedly got out of bed and washed up and went to the kitchen to pour hot water. I saw Zitong and her mother busy. It turned out that they had already gotten up and were busy rolling dough and making dumplings.

Hey? I remember Zitong said that they didn’t have the habit of eating dumplings on the morning of the first day of the New Year. I immediately understood that it must be that Zitong told her mother yesterday that I missed home. They should be to comfort my longing for home, otherwise why would they remember to make dumplings? Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became warm. I quickly washed my hands and came to help.

For us northerners, making dumplings is one of the essential survival skills that have been engraved in our bones since childhood. Zitong was a little surprised when she saw the dumplings I made and said, "Oh, Brother Zheng, why are the dumplings you made sitting? Look at mine, why are they all lying down?"

Hahaha, I have the right to speak for this, so I became an expert and told her about the tips for making dumplings. After she tried it with me a few times, she sat down and made her very happy. My mother, who was rolling the dumpling skin, also smiled and said, "It seems that Jingzhengping also works at home."

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