Things about village flowers

My sister and I looked through Ling Liping's photo album with great interest. Ling Liping enthusiastically explained each photo to us. It felt like each photo was a short story. Good guy, the album was five centimeters thick and contained Ling Liping's whole semester. There are hundreds of photos of myself or with others, and nearly half of them are color photos. There are life photos, rehearsal photos, and stills (to be honest, Ling Liping’s stills look more photogenic than many movie and TV stars nowadays). There are so many photos. , more photos than I have taken in eighteen years. Beautiful women love looking in the mirror as much as they love taking photos.

There are too many stories in the photos. Ling Liping's school life is colorful and enviable. She is only a technical secondary school, and it would be even more so if she were in university. It can be seen that Ling Liping is in much better spirits when she comes back this time, and her face is sweeter and moisturized. Seeing the happy smiling faces in her photos, I am really happy and relieved for her.

Everyone looked at the photo album for more than two hours, but they had something to do. It wasn't until their parents came home from shopping for groceries that they asked Ling Liping to put the photo album away. She didn't want to wait for her to put the photo album back into her backpack and let her mother find it. If he insisted on watching, his father immediately came over and everyone watched together. Before he knew it, an hour had passed. If he wasn't afraid of delaying the cooking of dinner, he would have continued to watch. It seems that our parents are more interested in looking at them than we are. From time to time they point at the photos and laugh loudly, commenting and praising them. Their aesthetic ability is obviously better than ours.

Today, my parents specially bought swimming crabs. Although they are not fat this season, they are not yellow, and the taste is not good, mainly because Bai Liping loves to eat them, so she must not be able to eat them when she goes to school. They also bought sea snails for preparation. I used it to stir-fry conch slices. I bought Jiajie fish to stew and eat it. I bought octopus to braise it. In short, these are Ling Liping’s favorite seafood. It is also our favorite food. Today we can follow Ling Liping to enjoy the meat. Of course, we must buy sea oysters, which are plump enough. Now is the time to eat sea oysters, so Ling Liping can catch up. Today, my mother made sea oysters. The oyster noodles must be extremely delicious. I am going to eat two big bowls of it.

Everyone worked together to make dinner, even my sister who was very lazy about cooking rolled up her sleeves and got started. Of course, we juniors could only help the cook, doing rough chores such as washing and running errands. We still had to rely on our parents for the finer things like cooking and cooking. Everyone has a different division of labor, each has his own place, and cooperates with each other. What he does is very happy and extremely efficient. Although the cooking time is delayed a lot, the meal time is not late.

In the end, eight extraordinarily rich dishes were placed on the dining table, which was comparable to the Chinese New Year. I couldn't help but sigh that this year has passed so early, which made everyone burst into laughter. My sister even danced with joy, and dinner started immediately with laughter.

Of course, good food is indispensable for good wine. My father took out a bottle of Changyu wine that he hated to drink and poured half a glass of wine for each person. In a flash, there was still half a bottle of wine left. The father immediately picked up the wine glass and brought the first glass of wine. Unexpectedly, the sister drank it all in one gulp. After drinking, she couldn’t help but smack her mouth and said after thinking, it’s sweet and fragrant. It’s so delicious (drink). She directly regarded Changyu wine as liqueur. Or drank sugar water, which made my father feel very distressed. How could such a high-end wine be drunk in such a way? It was not elegant. It had to be tasted slowly, kissed and licked in small sips. In other words, my sister, if it were me, my father would scold me as a coward at best, and a prodigal at worst.

Later, my sister learned the lesson, and every time she only tasted the wine briefly, drinking slower than everyone else. I don't know if she did it intentionally to show her father, but his father always nodded to her with satisfaction when he saw this. Ling Liping was influenced by her younger sister and drank at the same pace as her. I didn't have the patience to finish the first glass of wine in advance. With my impatient temper, I couldn't keep up with everyone, but my father held on to the bottle and didn't pour me wine right away. He probably had to wait until everyone had finished drinking before we could join together. Pour the wine, so I definitely can't stay idle, so I take the opportunity to eat the food, smacking my lips loudly, and the food is delicious.

Everyone drank the second glass of wine very slowly. I also finished it in advance, but there was no more wine to drink. My father said that this bottle of Changyu wine would be the only thing tonight. My father asked everyone to drink less and eat more vegetables.

After drinking, the oyster noodles were served grandly. You don’t need to eat them, they are delicious just by looking at them and smelling them. The oysters are big, plump and tender, and your mouth is full of deliciousness when you take one bite. Even the breath in your nostrils is fragrant. Each bowl is covered with thick noodles. The one-layer sea oysters are much more affordable than those in restaurants. I dare say that the sea oysters in this bowl are as good as three bowls in the hotel. But then again, the hotel has to pay for it.

Sure enough, I ate two large bowls of oyster noodles. Ling Liping and her sister made an exception and ate one and a half bowls. My parents still had one bowl each. They always insisted on eating less dinner, especially my mother, who paid special attention to staying in shape.

After drinking and eating, everyone was sitting around the fire talking and laughing. Ling Liping took out the gifts for her parents. Her father was so happy that he immediately put on a new cigarette purse, then put a bag of cigarettes in and smoked hard. The son clicked on the pipe and pot and said that the cigarette was particularly exciting; the mother held the woolen hat in her hand and looked at it, praising Ling Liping for her ingenuity. If a good girl becomes a wife, it is the good fortune of someone's family and she has accumulated great virtues. Ling Liping blushed with embarrassment, glanced at me secretly and lowered her head.

Unexpectedly, my sister hugged Ling Liping, shook her and said,"Then you can be my wife!" The parents were stunned for a moment, and then they all shouted,"That's great!"

At this time, Liping's face turned even redder and she buried her head in her chest. I just watched her giggle, not to mention how beautiful she was.