The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

A dreamless night.

Cheng Huan got up early the next day to prepare the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner.

When Cheng Huan went to make noodles last night, she saw a lot of fresh vegetables and various meats in the kitchen. Jiang Mingyuan said they were brought by someone. She didn't ask who sent them, but she knew just by looking at the appearance of the raw materials. It's all good stuff.

The preparation work before a meal is always the most tedious. Cheng Huan boiled the porridge in the pot, soaked the beef in cold water, took out the lamb chops and defrosted them, and cut the pork belly into pieces and blanched them in preparation for braised pork.

Add water to the meat and simmer over medium-low heat. The porridge on the other side is almost ready. There are pickled radishes sent from home. Cheng Huan tasted them and they tasted good. They were crisp and refreshing, and a little sweet. She picked some out and put them in a bowl. , kneaded the dough and baked two egg pancakes. As soon as they took them out, the father and son came down from upstairs.

Xingxing was still led and jumped down. As soon as he came over, he raised his nose and said he was looking for meat. When he went to the kitchen, he found that all the meat was raw, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Mom, I want to eat meat." The little guy pouted.

Cheng Huan patted his head: "You can eat these tonight."

"What about noon?"

"We'll have shredded chicken noodles for lunch."

"Don't you eat meat?"

"Shredded chicken is just meat."

"Okay." Xingxing was not satisfied, but there was nothing he could do. After all, the person in charge had the right to speak. The little guy nodded, reluctantly agreed, and made another request: "I also want to eat chicken legs."

Cheng Huan pulled him to sit on the dining table, took the bowl of porridge from Jiang Mingyuan, tore a piece of cake from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat breakfast and stop talking."

"Oh." Xingxing grabbed the cake and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it and finished it. Then he started to express his opinion again: "Mom, the cake is delicious!"

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After eating, Jiang Mingyuan went to wash the dishes, while Cheng Huan started stewing the chicken.

The chicken is an old hen raised free-range in the countryside. The meat is dense and there is not much meat on the whole body. It tastes best when used to make soup.

The chicken soup was being cooked and the lamb chops were almost thawed. Cheng Huan couldn't do anything about it. He looked over it a few times, got out of the way, and asked Jiang Mingyuan to come over and help chop it into pieces.

Jiang Mingyuan's hands are very strong, and it is easy to cut a mutton chop. However, his knife skills are not good, and the size of the final products varies greatly.

Since he was eating at home anyway, Cheng Huan didn't care about it. He put the mutton chop aside and started to deal with other things.

There are too many things to get done, and even if there is one person to help, Cheng Huan will be very busy.

The chicken soup had simmered, and Cheng Huan cooked three bowls of noodles with the soup. After the family finished eating, they prepared to visit the grave.

Jiang's father was buried on the mountain. The cemetery was connected by a winding mountain road. The road was not wide, and there were many cars parked on the road. The small car couldn't squeeze in, so several people had to get off the car and walk there.

There was a stall selling chrysanthemums near the cemetery. The flowers were quite fresh, but expensive. Jiang Mingyuan bought three bouquets, and each of the three of them walked into the cemetery holding a bouquet of flowers.

The cemetery is very large and was built according to the mountain topography. It is low in front and high in the back. A two-meter-wide path is built in the middle. Green cypress trees are planted on both sides of the road, which adds a touch of life to the cemetery.

There were many people coming to worship on New Year's Eve, and people greeted Jiang Mingyuan along the way. He is considered a celebrity in this town. Although he doesn't come back often, everyone knows him and wants to have something to do with him. Jiang Mingyuan didn't show much impatience with these people who came to join them continuously. He responded to the people who came over, but there were no more.

Although Jiang Mingyuan didn't talk much to everyone, but because of the large number of people, it took them nearly half an hour to walk from the cemetery gate to Jiang's father's grave. Jiang's father's cemetery is at the back of the cemetery. This area is obviously much more luxurious than the front, and the distance between the two is also farther.

There were far fewer people coming to worship here, and the three of them could walk more smoothly. Jiang Mingyuan led the way, and two minutes later, he arrived in front of a tomb.

The tomb is not small in area, about twenty to thirty square meters. There is a wall built with cobblestones around the tomb. Inside is a scaled-down double-story Chinese-style building. At the main entrance of the building is a tombstone. On the tombstone is written "Jiang Fu". His name and date of birth and death are inlaid in the middle of the tombstone with a photo of Father Jiang in front of him.

There are dedicated people taking care of the cemetery, but those who are paid are not that careful after all. There are also some weeds growing around Jiang's father's grave. These grasses have strong vitality, and the cold wind in winter cannot make them completely succumb. They still keep their heads high. .

Jiang Mingyuan walked to the tombstone, put down the bouquet in his hand, went to clean up the weeds, then returned to the tombstone, took a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the tombstone clean, and then knelt down in front of the tombstone: "Dad, Have a great New Year.”

He didn't say much, he simply said a few words, then stretched out his hand to pull Xingxing over.

Xingxing knelt down next to his father in confusion, staring at the photo on the tombstone. It took him a while to figure out what was going on: "Dad, is this grandpa?"

"Yes." Jiang Mingyuan touched his head with gentle eyes. He asked Xingxing to kowtow to his grandfather, whispered a few words, stood up with the child, took Cheng Huan's hand over, and said to the person in the photo People say: "Dad, this is my girlfriend and future wife."

The two were not married, so Cheng Huan did not have to kneel down to Father Jiang, but only bowed in front of the tombstone. Jiang Mingyuan looked at her sideways, with a gentle smile in his eyes. When she straightened up, the man turned to his father and said, "I will bring her to give you tea as a wife after we get married."

In front of Jiang's father's tomb, Cheng Huan couldn't say anything, so he just pinched him quietly. Jiang Mingyuan showed no reaction on his face and stretched out his hand to squeeze her hand tighter.

The wind was strong, so a few people didn't stay in front of the tombstone for too long. After finishing speaking, they walked back. When they went back, the sky was overcast, many people burned paper in front of the tombstone, and there was the sound of firecrackers setting off. Xingxing was startled by the sudden sound of firecrackers. She hid in Jiang Mingyuan's arms and covered her head, unwilling to come down.

Back home, Cheng Huan continued to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, with Jiang Mingyuan helping. Stars were running around the room, coming to the kitchen from time to time to order food, and then continuing to run out after eating.

Starting at three o'clock in the afternoon, people start to have New Year's Eve dinner one after another. It is the custom here to set off firecrackers before eating New Year's Eve dinner. In fact, due to fire prevention in the mountains, fireworks are prohibited at the foot of the mountain, but supervision in small places is not so strict, so this regulation is usually just a piece of paper, and the sound of firecrackers has not stopped since the meal.

Xingxing was afraid of the sound of firecrackers at first, but after hearing them more, he became less afraid and even asked his own house if they could set them off with interest.

Jiang Mingyuan raised his head and said to him, "Our home is too close to the mountain, so we can't set off firecrackers."

His house is backed by a mountain forest, and the weather is dry in winter. If he is not careful, he will cause a fire in the forest. Jiang Mingyuan can't control what others do, at least he can't knowingly do it.

After he finished speaking, he put the peeled shrimp on the plate and wiped the water from his face with his arm. The shrimps are freshly caught and flown in. They are still alive and kicking when they arrive. They can slip out of your hands if you don't pay attention when peeling them, and then you will be covered in water.

Jiang Mingyuan peeled a pot of shrimps and became extremely embarrassed. The chest of his well-tailored suit was stained with dark water stains, and his hair was wet in strands and dripping.

He sighed, stood up with the plate and handed the shrimp to Cheng Huan. He washed his hands several times with hand sanitizer. When they still smelled, he said to Cheng Huan, "I'm going to take a shower."

Cheng Huan waved to him: "Go and take your son with you."

New Year's Eve means getting rid of the old and welcoming the new. Cheng Huan lived with his grandfather when he was a child. Every New Year's Eve, he had to take a shower and put on new clothes before going to the New Year's Eve dinner. When she was a child, she would be happy about the new clothes and delicious food. When she grows up, she has no worries about food and clothing. However, those customs have become a kind of beautiful memory, which she has preserved.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't have the custom of taking a shower before eating, but Cheng Huan said he wouldn't object. The father and son took a shower and put on new clothes. When they went downstairs, Cheng Huan just finished preparing the last dish.

She took out the cooked dishes and put them on the table, then reached out to take off her apron. Jiang Mingyuan came over to help. After the apron was taken off, Cheng Huan asked him to get the dishes and chopsticks: "I'm going to take a shower, and I can eat when I get back."

"Yes." Jiang Mingyuan put an apron on his arm and lowered his head to peck her lips: "Wait for you to come down."

The stars next to them looked at them with wide eyes, but didn't say anything. Cheng Huan was a little embarrassed, pushed him, turned around and ran upstairs.

After taking a shower and putting on new clothes, Cheng Huan put on light makeup. Looking at the outstanding-looking woman in the mirror, she raised her lips and said "Happy New Year", then turned around and walked downstairs gracefully. .

Today she is wearing a beige long coat and a pair of nine-point wide-leg pants of the same color. Her long hair that reaches her waist is spread down, giving her a somewhat lazy look.

When Cheng Huan went down, the cousin he had met before came again and asked them to have a New Year's Eve dinner. He said that he didn't leave even though he had done it because he had to say how crowded it was.

Jiang Mingyuan always refused politely, but his cousin always had countless reasons. It was not satisfying until he agreed to come over for dinner tomorrow. After sending the people away, Jiang Mingyuan exhaled, closed the courtyard door, and returned home. With a smile on his face again, he walked over and sat at the dining table.

The dishes are very rich. Although the portions are not large considering the number of people, it is far from what they can finish.

There was cheerful music playing on the TV, and the atmosphere at the table was also lively. Jiang Mingyuan had not experienced such a reunion atmosphere during the Spring Festival in many years. He was so excited that he couldn't help but drink a little too much. He was not drunk, just a little tipsy. He talked a lot more. He held Cheng Huan's hand on the table and wouldn't let go. After a while, he called her name, and then looked at her and smiled, which made Cheng Huan's heart itch.

After eating, Jiang Mingyuan took out the red envelope and handed it to Xingxing: "Here, the new year's money. Xingxing will also be healthy and happy next year."

Considering his son's knowledge, Jiang Mingyuan's red envelope contained real money. It was not much money, but it was enough to fool the little guy. Xingxing happily took it, opened it, took a look, smiled happily, and said thank you, dad.

Jiang Mingyuan gave it, and Cheng Huan also took out a red envelope. The two discussed it and decided that the money would be the same. So Xingxing was happy again, holding the two red envelopes in his arms, and jumping around like a little fool.

Cheng Huan leaned next to Jiang Mingyuan and watched his son running around, feeling satisfied and calm. She couldn't help but be grateful that this time travel gave her the opportunity to experience a different life.

The man next to her put his arm around her shoulders, and Cheng Huan leaned into his arms without paying attention. Who knows the next second, a red envelope will be handed to the eyes, and the man whispers: "New Year's money for you."

Cheng Huan glanced at him with a smile: "What do I want for the new year's money?"

Jiang Mingyuan put the red envelope in her hand, hugged her from behind, and said close to her ear: "Of course you can take what I gave you."

"You..." Cheng Huan paused and said nothing else. She accepted the red envelope, got up and went upstairs. After a while, she came back down, holding a red envelope of similar style and handed it to him: "This is for you. May you be healthy and safe throughout next year and make more money.”

"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan took the red envelope, took her hand and kissed it: "I will make money to support you."

"No need, I can support myself." Cheng Huan retorted in a low voice, pulled out his hand, took off his coat and rolled up his cuffs to wash the dishes.

"Let me do it. You should take a rest after a busy day." Jiang Mingyuan suppressed her, stood up and walked over to pick up the pile of dirty dishes.

He was washing dishes in the kitchen. Cheng Huan wiped the table. After wiping, he went in to wash his hands. Then he found a clean cloth and wiped the dishes Jiang Mingyuan had washed.

Neither of them said anything, but their movements were in perfect harmony, and the occasional glances that crossed each other revealed something sweet.

The last bowl was washed, Jiang Mingyuan wiped his hands, hugged the woman's waist from behind, smelled the fragrance of her hair, and murmured in a low voice: "I'm so happy."