The mahjong game is over for the time being, and the Lan family’s New Year’s Eve dinner is here. Let’s make dumplings together before sitting down to the table.
Everyone is very skilled, even Long Jiu and Yang Tianhua can fold the dumplings.
Li Ying followed along and learned from everyone's discussion that Lan Jingyu's aunt was called Xiaoyu, and she didn't know her last name.
This group of people got together halfway, and they have been working together since they were teenagers. They sucked blood from the knife edge to fight for their own piece of the world. In the year of destiny, only Lan Zhendong has a family and a family, so he goes to Lan's house every year to celebrate the New Year.
Joan Anru was too gentle and was obviously incompatible with them, but she was like an adhesive that held them together.
When making dumplings, they formed a circle. Li Ying observed the circle very carefully, cleverly leaned against Duan Ge, and placed her dumplings next to Duan Ge.
With the foil, tsk, it’s much more pleasing to the eye.
Duan Ge thought she was ugly and moved his dumpling to the side.
Li Ying snorted and moved to the side.
When it came to the "good luck" part, Qiong Anru brought out a plate of sterilized gold coins and gave one to each person.
"No cheating this year," Joanne Rue said.
Lan Shan didn't even raise her head, "Mom, you say it every year."
Long Jiu and others lowered their heads and cheated, "We also don't cheat every year."
Li Ying smiled and whispered to Lan Jingyu, "Your family is quite humorous."
Lan Jingyu pinched the mark on the dumpling and said, "How else could they get together?"
Duan Ge was the only one who took care of the whole table and was the only one who was open-minded.
Li Ying turned around and saw that the guy put a gold coin quietly into Lan Shan's pocket.
Ah, it turns out that I don’t even worry about cheating and just fill in the scores directly.
The process of making dumplings involves the power of many people, and it only lasts for more than ten minutes. Qiong Anru and Aunt Xiaoyu went into the kitchen to cook, while Lan Zhendong and others were waiting outside to serve them.
Brother and sister Lan Jingyu took their own people and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes and start the New Year's Eve dinner.
Li Ying's new daughter-in-law came to visit her for the first time, so she was inevitably a little nervous.
Joan Anru took the lead in raising the glass, and then an irregular "Happy New Year" sounded on the table. Small firecrackers were set off outside, which were much more exciting than the regular electronic firecrackers of the Li family.
"Who bought these two kicks? The sound is dull."
"Ask third brother, he is in charge."
"Is the sound still muffled? You can get closer and put it in your ear."
Started choking again.
"Okay, okay, I'm not afraid of Yingzi's jokes."
Long Jiu raised his head, looked at the young couple opposite, and said deliberately: "I'm not afraid of her jokes. I haven't drank the wife's tea she served, not counting her husband."
Li Ying lowered her head to bite the dumpling, her ears were slightly warm and she didn't dare to speak.
"Before my daughter-in-law's tea, I have to pay for the change of words first. Dad, you didn't even give me a red envelope, but you want my daughter-in-law's tea?" Lan Jingyu glanced at the child who lowered his head and pretended to be quail, and said: "You are taking advantage of me. I
I don’t even dare to think so.”
Li Ying pulled him down and told him not to talk nonsense.
Sure enough, Long Jiu put down his wine glass and asked: "Let's talk about it first, if I gave you the red envelope, your wife would change her mind immediately!"
Lan Jingyu smiled, put the tip of his tongue against his cheek, looked down at Li Ying and said, "This is a good deal."
Li Ying stepped on his feet, "You did it on purpose."
People at the table laughed.
Aunt Xiaoyu elbowed Qiong Anru, "Hey, this little girl is smarter than you."
Qiong Anru wiped her mouth and said with a smile: "We, Ayu, are lucky."
Li Ying raised her head and said, "It's because I have good taste."
Lan Jingyu heard the sound and raised his hand to rub her head.