In a blink of an eye, the New Year's Eve day came, and after breakfast, the whole family got into action.
Ye Laijin and Ye Feifeng swept the yard and tidied every corner. Ye Laiyin and Ye Xusheng killed chickens and rabbits. Wang and He Xiner were busy making noodles, mincing meat fillings, and packing vegetables.
Old Ye Tou personally tidied up his old man's cowshed so that he could spend the New Year cleanly.
After the family's pigs were sold, Lao Yetou said that he would no longer raise pigs because they were too boring. Especially in summer, the smell in the pig pen was almost unbearable.
Besides, when you have a soybean sprout business, you naturally put business first. I planted two acres of beans, but I was afraid that they would not be enough. Of course, they would be wasted and fed to the pigs.
The two brothers Ye Laijin had already cleaned up the pig pen, and the chicken coop was easy to clean, so Old Ye Tou did it by the way.
Even the always lazy Lao Qian and his wife started working for the first time, cleaning their house carefully with a dustpan.
Xiao Qian, who was ordered not to leave the east wing, quietly opened the door and pretended to sweep the room.
It's the New Year's Eve, so I can't help but ask her to have New Year's Eve dinner, so she has to behave well.
It was noon soon after the busy chatter. Wang hurriedly cooked a large pot of bacon and cabbage, and heated up steamed buns, and the family made do with lunch.
After clearing the table, Mrs. Wang moved the chopping board into the back room of the main room, thinking about making dumplings with her mother-in-law and sister-in-law.
The custom here is that there is no cooking on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but only leftovers from the New Year's Eve. The leftovers are eaten, which is called having more than enough every year.
Therefore, we need to make more dumplings, not only for the New Year’s Eve dinner, but also for the New Year’s Day dinner, but we need to eat them for a whole day.
He Xiner had to prepare the dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner, and Wang was too busy to do it alone.
Lao Qian and Ye Guihua originally planned to go to the town with He Xiner. After entering the store and choosing some things, they just took them and left, forcing He Xiner to pay money. However, due to Dabai
Later, Lao Qian was too timid to get on the bullock cart, so he was unable to use his plan to force He Xiner.
After having his thoughts revealed, Old Yetou scolded him again, so naturally nothing happened.
Because of this, Lao Qian was very angry.
"I'm old and can only wait to eat. What do you mean by bringing the chopping board here? Why don't you ask me to do it?"
Wang was stunned.
"Xin'er is busy making dinner for dinner. She has to make so many dumplings that my wife can't handle it all by herself."
Seeing that she was so rude and actually gave her, the mother-in-law, a job, Lao Qian immediately stared at her with triangular eyes and said, "You are too busy to care about my business, you evil-hearted person..."
"You're celebrating the New Year, don't let me hear you curse!"
Old Ye Tou's gloomy voice came from the hall, and Old Qian was suddenly stuck.
He took a few deep breaths and glared at Mr. Wang fiercely. He yelled in a humorous tone, "What are you doing standing here stupidly? Go and call the boss over and make dumplings together!"
Huh, I'm not idle anymore. I can't let that bitch just eat ready-made food. I have to make her work.
So, Mrs. Wang went to the east wing and called Xiao Qian's wife again. A group of women washed their hands and silently made dumplings.
Old Ye Tou in the main room was guarding the brazier, rubbing his cigarette pole, and snorted coldly. How many families couldn't even eat dumplings for New Year's Eve dinner? It's a good thing that this old guy still messed around with delicious food!
In the kitchen, He Xiner only wore a thin short jacket and light cotton trousers, but she was sweating profusely from work. "The chickens and rabbits have been soaked, just waiting to be put into the oven to roast."
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"Cousin, please wipe my sweat for me."
A layer of fine beads of sweat on her forehead itched, but her hands were full of condiments and it was inconvenient to do it by herself. This chapter has been completed!