Letting the little girl struggle and feel shy, Huang Tinghui carried the little girl towards the room.
The two of them posted all the things they had prepared.
New Year pictures, door gods, window paper, couplets, blessing characters...
In short, if others have it, their new house also has it.
What others don't have, his new house also has.
At the end, I climbed up the wooden ladder and hung the red lantern at the door.
Just light the candles inside and the red lantern will emit festive light.
"call……"
"Finally it's done!"
Huang Tinghui breathed a long sigh of relief and stretched himself.
"Lian'er, are you ready with the things I asked you to prepare before?" Huang Tinghui asked Wu Feilian.
"Well, you're ready!" The little girl nodded.
She will remember everything her husband says, so how could she forget it?
Putting his parents' tablets together, Huang Tinghui lit two sticks of incense.
There were flowers placed in front of the memorial tablet, and Huang Tinghui filled a large bowl of "rice wine" in front of his father's tablet.
Then, two white-flour steamed buns were placed in front of the mother's memorial tablet.
Not far from the memorial tablet, Huang Tinghui spread a layer of futons.
Kneeling on the "futon", Huang Tinghui kowtowed heavily to the two tablets.
"Dad, you used to like rice wine the most. When your child wanted to study, you sold the food at home and gave up your alcohol addiction, just so that your child could have enough money to study in a private school!"
"Now that the child has grown up and is no longer short of money, I will give you a full bowl of rice wine. You can drink it happily!"
"You old man, you don't have to wrong yourself anymore!"
Huang Tinghui's eyes filled with tears, memories surged in his mind, and emotions came over him.
"Mom, I remember that your favorite thing to eat is white flour steamed buns."
"At that time, you told Aunt Erzhu that just one bite of white flour steamed buns would make you look beautiful for half a year."
"There should be no shortage of these things at home. It's just because of the children that you and your father live in such a tight life."
"Now, mother will eat these white flour steamed buns slowly, and the child will still have..."
"There is still something at home..."
After saying that, Huang Tinghui kowtowed heavily again.
It is true that Huang Tinghui traveled through time, but those memories are not false.
The memory of his "father and mother" seems to be imprinted in his blood and penetrated deep into his bone marrow.
Huang Tinghui in his previous life was an orphan, without a father or mother.
But this life is different.
"Husband!"
The little girl hugged Huang Tinghui and tried to comfort Huang Tinghui.
"It's fine!"
"Today is New Year's Eve, it's a good day, my husband is just a little excited!"
Huang Tinghui shaved the little girl's nose.
He said very fondly.
"We haven't cooked the New Year's Eve meal yet. We will prepare some for my parents then!"
Huang Tinghui said with a smile.
He took the little girl's hand and walked towards the kitchen.
On the kitchen chopping board were plucked chickens and ducks, as well as two fresh fish tails that Huang Tinghui had brought back earlier.
Plus some pork and various other things bought at the market.
All kinds of ingredients are also ready.
It seems like the little girl didn’t do nothing!
Huang Tinghui had good cooking skills before, so it was no problem to cook a New Year's Eve dinner.
The two fresh fish were cleaned three times, five divided by two, and Huang Tinghui took the fresh fish and put them into the pot to fry.
Fish is a must-have food on New Year’s Eve.
"There are fish every year" means "there is more than enough every year".
Homophones have been around since ancient times, after all, they are also used to bring good luck.
"I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist", isn't it?
The little girl was working hard to light the fire on the stove, pulling the "bellows" to make a "whirring" sound.
The flame burned, and the fresh fish in the pot made a "crackling" sound.
Huang Tinghui took advantage of the temperature in the pot and quickly made a braised fish.
Sprinkle a little chopped green onion and the braised fish is done.
Next is braised pork, Sixi meatballs, Kung Pao chicken, ginger fried duck...
Huang Tinghui's cooking skills are really beyond words, a few simple dishes quickly appeared on the table.
Just smelling this fragrance makes people salivate.
The little girl's eyes were fixed on the dishes on the wooden table, probably because her snack food gene was getting ready to start again.
But soon, the little girl's face fell again, as if she had thought of something.
Huang Tinghui found a piece of coarse cloth and wiped his hands clean. He looked at the girl and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Why is your little face falling down again?"
"Is your little head thinking wildly again?"
Huang Tinghui stretched out his index finger and tapped a little on the little girl's forehead.
"Husband, it's the wife who cooks!"
"But my husband's food is so delicious that it takes Lian'er's job away."
"Lian'er's kitchen has become her husband's kitchen!"
Sure enough, the little girl started thinking wildly in her little head again.
Huang Tinghui smiled when he heard the little girl's random thoughts.
"That's not good, my husband has cooked it for you!"
"If others say something bad about you, it means they envy you!"
"How could their husbands cook these delicious dishes for you to eat like your husband does?"
"They can only envy, envy, and hate!" Huang Tinghui pinched the little girl's cheek with his hands, and he continued: "Then we must let them continue to envy, envy, and hate!"
"Otherwise, how can we make those who don't like us angry and unhappy?"
"When they are angry and unhappy, your husband will be happy!"
Huang Tinghui said in a very sinister tone.
"Ah?" The little girl was stunned. She stared at her extremely sinister husband with her mouth open.
After a long while, the little girl stuck out her tongue and lowered her head.
Like a child who has done something wrong, he said, "Husband, you are good or bad!"
"But the bad ones really make Lian'er like them!"
"Haha..." Huang Tinghui laughed loudly and rubbed the little girl's head, "Then let's continue to be bad!"
"My husband will take you to the bad side with you!"
"Lian'er, my husband wants to cook for you for the rest of your life, do you think that's okay?"
Huang Tinghui said dotingly.
The little girl was stunned when she heard this, and her heart was severely touched.
There may be no one in this world who treats me better than my husband.
Never again!
The little girl hugged Huang Tinghui tightly, "Husband, Lian'er is so lucky!"
"I can meet you!"
Huang Tinghui touched the little girl's black hair, and he also smiled, "Lian'er, maybe my husband has wasted his life's luck and his life's time!"
"It took a lot of effort to find you!"
"My husband is very lucky to meet you!"
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Chapter completed!