Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

Chen Jianhe has a dark complexion, and even looks very serious when he is not smiling, and there are wrinkles between his brows that were left by the sorrows of previous years.

He lit a handful of incense, distributed a handful to his daughter's peach blossoms, and stuffed a handful into Heizi's hand.

The man spoke in a deep voice, which sounded unpleasant, "You can't write two old characters in one stroke. Even if you are not related by blood, I used to call your parents brother and sister-in-law. Their sons are not up to date, and they don't remember their parents at home. Well, I can't let both of them have nothing to eat in the ground. I will burn some paper money for them every year and festival, as long as the incense in my house is not broken, someone will always remember them."

There were complaints and ridicule in the man's words.

Heizi lowered his eyes and said nothing, the phalanges of his fingers holding the sandalwood turned white and trembled slightly.

Seeing that it was a good New Year's Eve, the man insisted on pulling these things out, and the atmosphere was not good, Lin Cuifang hurried forward to pull the man away, and secretly twisted the man, "The children are back, so it's easy to have a meal together, you Why are you bringing this up?"

The man snorted and turned his face away.

Lin Cuifang sighed helplessly.

My man has a tough temper, and he can't see the younger generation not learning well.

Back then, Heizi would go to jail, and it was the police station that the man reported to. Lin Cuifang actually felt guilty about Heizi.

But in this matter, it is really impossible to say who is right and who is wrong.

Taohua stood in front of the incense table, and peeked at the man beside him who was still stunned with his head down, thinking that he didn't know how to worship the ancestors of heaven and earth.

She pursed her lips, and said softly, "I say something and you say it, and burn incense and paper money when you're done."

The man turned his head sideways, staring at her side face, and after a while, hummed.

The girl's voice was clear and melodious, and she passed the titles of her ancestors year by year, and when she finally called Heizi's parents, she called Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen.

The tone is natural and familiar, this is not the first time worshiping.

Heizi's long straight eyelashes moved slightly.

The New Year's Eve meal is very rich.

Or the most abundant this year.

This year, every family in the village has earned some money, and the whole meal has become more generous during the Chinese New Year.

Braised hooves with whole meat, braised whole fish with braised fish head... hearty and rich.

After a string of lively firecrackers, the meal was officially opened.

There was laughter and laughter during the meal, and even the sound of meals and laughter in the yard next door could be heard.

The flavor of the new year is strong, and there is joy everywhere.

"Children need to eat chicken legs during Chinese New Year to grow taller faster."

In the fenced yard, two big chicken legs were placed in the Qiqi bowl, and the rice was under the pressure so that it could not be seen.

Qiqi is happy and sad at the same time, she used to be greedy every day when she had nothing to eat, but now she can't hold it when she has something to eat.

It's hard being a doll.

The Zhang family has many kitchens and small rooms. As long as it doesn't rain when eating, the dining table is placed in the courtyard to eat in the open air, and the skylight has a wide view and the food is more delicious.

"Eggy, it would be great if you could eat too, Qiqi's chicken legs can be shared with you." Qiqi sighed while touching her chubby belly.

Seeing her like this, Eggy felt a little bit itchy, "Give me what I can't eat? Is it your trash can?"

"How can such delicious chicken legs be garbage? Eggy, you are Qiqi's other belly!"

Thank you, thank you for being sensitive.

Eggy stretched Erlang's legs, and was a little worried. The little boy who was shy when he said a word, seemed to be getting more and more skinny?

The adults sat around a table and had endless things to say.

The old man had some free time these two days during the Chinese New Year, and he finally had time to care about the younger generation, "Yueyue, the land you bought yesterday, I heard from Ah Chi that you were going to bet against the Song family? Are you sure? Is it serious if you lose? Can you?" win?"

The old man has taught all his life, and all the things he dabbles in are on the podium. His life is relatively simple. This is the first time he has heard of such a thing as gambling.

Zhang Xifeng spoke up, with worried eyes, "How can you bet against each other in business? Isn't that gambling? Gambling is not a good thing, Yueyue, don't bet against others after this time, otherwise mother-in-law will not be able to sleep comfortably. "

Song Yueliang responded with a smile, "Okay. Actually, it's not that serious. It's just a small game of betting. There is no big loss if you lose or win. But I listen to my mother-in-law, just this time, don't make an exception."

The man sitting next to her leaned over and lowered his voice, "Honey, I have the bottom line, do whatever you want, and let me in at night?"

Song Yueliang also lowered her voice, "I asked the old dean, and the old dean said no."

Fu Yanchi, "..."

Getting married is even more frustrating.

You can still restrain yourself when you don't have a certificate, after all, there is a moral ruler pressing down on it.

Now that the certificates have been obtained, everything is justified, and to endure it requires double the restraint.

Fu Yanchi felt like vomiting blood.

Which groom officer is like him, all the experience after receiving the certificate is only limited to the first kiss?

Everyone looked at the sky and the ground, deliberately pretending not to see the face pulled by the man.

The old man coughed lightly, pretending to change the subject naturally, "Yanxi, how are your preparations going? Has the factory been selected? What are you going to do?"

Yan Xi was trying her best to swallow the food she was about to choke out from her laughter, when she heard this, she reluctantly answered, "The address is on a piece of flat land at the junction of Taoxi Village and Xizhong Village. Farmland pollution. I discussed it with Fu Yanchi, the factory produces food, and the company does recycling of waste oil."

The state has always advocated green enterprises, and has given special support to green enterprises.

From being ignorant at the beginning to now, but in a short period of time, Yan Xi's confidence in her heart is getting stronger and stronger, and she gradually has a reborn momentum.

The adults chatted while eating, and the conversation was intense.

The little baby who had been hugging her belly for a long time and shouted for support started to run in and out after a while, and went to the stove after a while to see if the fire on the stove was extinguished and to see if the pot The steamed glutinous rice was cooked or not.

Dinner is full, and the New Year's Eve is over.

Zhang Xifeng directed Yanxi and Uncle Gui to take out the stone trough and wooden pestle that were placed in the house, clean them and dry them.

Get ready and start pounding glutinous rice to make glutinous rice cakes when helpers arrive.

Qiqi is impatient, she has already run out to call her friends, before pounding the glutinous rice, she can still eat a handful of delicious glutinous rice!

It will be night.

The fenced yard is full of the sound of children playing.

The women and women who helped make the glutinous rice cakes also gathered in the main room to chat, the brazier was pulled to the corner of the room, and a clean transparent plastic sheet was spread on the floor, which will be used to put the glutinous rice cakes later.

Everything is ready, just wait for strong labor to do physical work.

In the Zhang family, Yan Xi and Uncle Gui are the two. As for Fu Yanchi, no one thought about him at all.

After waiting for the two laborers to help change hands, they can start working.

"Grandma, when do you start pounding glutinous rice cakes?" Qiqi circled around her mother-in-law several times.

The glutinous rice is only cooked when the glutinous rice cakes are pounded.

Zhang Xifeng suppressed a smile, and intentionally teased the little boy, "No hurry, you, Uncle Chen, will also come to help later, we will start when he arrives."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Jianhe appeared outside the door.

Behind him, followed by a bald head with a dejected and reluctant face.