There were beads of sweat rolling down my forehead, it was itching, and it was very uncomfortable.
He Xiner, who was marinating the chicken nuggets, had her hands covered with sauce. She was very inconvenient and had no choice but to ask her cousin for help.
Hearing that Ru Huan was lighting the fire, Ye Xusheng quickly put down the poker in his hand, stood up and cleaned his hands neatly, then took out the handkerchief and gently wiped it.
"How about it?"
"Thank you, cousin."
"Several kitchens are lighting a fire together. It's really hot. Brother, please open the window. Xin'er needs to move to a different place. Don't face the cold wind."
"okay."
Ye Xusheng first helped move the vegetable basin to a different position, and then went to open the window, but he didn't dare to open it fully. He only opened it halfway and held it up with a fork pole.
Strong cold wind rushed in immediately, and a lot of hot air was blown in the kitchen.
"Xin'er, are you cold?"
"It's not cold, it's just too hot to bear. A little wind can cool it down."
Ye Xusheng chuckled and told her not to go to the window, and then continued to look at the stove fire.
"Cousin, would you like to sit down and deliver some dishes to Uncle Zhang and his wife?"
"It will come later. I will put it in a food box and send it to you together."
"good."
With the same thoughts as her father, He Xiner wanted to stir up the atmosphere of the New Year. She also thought that everyone could have a happy New Year's Eve dinner after a busy year, but He Xiner spent a lot of time.
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Roast duck, spicy rabbit, spicy chicken, braised pork, pickled fish, boiled meat slices, egg custard, soybean and pig's trotters soup, braised elbow with red dates, Sixi meatballs, ten meat dishes.
There are also four vegetarian dishes including ginger lotus root slices, sesame spinach, cabbage hearts in spicy oil, and spicy and sour potato shreds.
They even specially baked chicken cakes, fried cat ears, and two desserts.
It can be said to be very rich.
I also specially cooked thick millet porridge for my little cousin.
It's strange to say that little Xuyang has had small teeth early, so he should be able to eat some egg custard, noodles and other foods, but he only recognizes millet porridge, and no matter how tempting the other foods are, he won't open his mouth.
He Xiner and his wife are in charge of the food at home, so they know their little cousin's habits.
Alas~
He Xiner sighed secretly.
Although the little cousin was detained in the east wing by the eldest aunt every day, she also knew that the ten-month-old little cousin had not spoken yet.
"Xin'er~"
A clear voice sounded.
He Xiner, who was full of random thoughts, immediately came back to her senses, put on a decent smile, and asked, "What's wrong, cousin?"
Ye Xusheng hadn't chatted with He Xiner for a long time, and was busy doing work again, so he didn't care about it. Now he was suddenly deeply hurt by He Xiner's decent smile, and felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.
Is Xin'er separated from him?
It was all because he was so busy with this and that that he rarely spent time with her.
"..."
"Cousin?"
"Oh, I'll send it to Uncle Zhang and the others first, and I'll be back later."
"Okay, cousin, be careful on the road."
He Xiner hurriedly helped him pack the food box and warned him with a smile.
Still smiling gracefully.
Ye Xusheng looked calm, and quickly went to Zhang's house with the food box. Without saying a word, he put down the food box and turned around to leave. Zhang Dongqiang and Zhang Tieniu looked at each other, and neither of them knew what kind of nerve he had.
The days are short in winter, and as soon as it reaches the hour, the light dims, making it gray and dull.
The cold north wind made the bare branches whimper, and the old leaf man sat on it with a stern face, silently stroking the pipe of his cigarette.
Isn’t that damn thing Lao San even planning to come back for the New Year?
Neither one nor the other is worried.
Brothers Ye Laijin and Ye Laiyin sat on armchairs at the bottom respectively, neither of them speaking.
Although their father kept scolding the third child, he was still thinking about him in his heart.
By the way, what parent doesn’t care about his or her children?
Even if that piece of shit is out of character, it is still my father's flesh and blood. This chapter has been completed!