Chapter 35 New Year’s Eve Dinner - "Reborn in 80s, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after the separation"
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The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year’s Eve.
Lin Guoqiang has been busy in front of the stove all day.
Stewed meat, steamed buns, croquettes, and dumplings.
Zhao Zhijun also came to help.
I'm used to Lin Guoqiang's cooking, and I feel panicked if I don't eat a meal.
He told his two elders at home that he wanted to have the New Year's Eve dinner at his third brother-in-law's house this year.
With Zhao Sumei and Zhao Zhijun in charge, the three of them cooperated tacitly, and the pots and pans on the stove played a lively symphony.
Lin Jing was riding on a wooden horse, swaying and singing: "Children, don't be greedy, it's the New Year after Laba~"
Lin Wei was sitting on the kang, holding a stuffed rabbit in her hands, humming "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" in her mouth, and drooling down her chin.
Zhao Sumei poked her head out from the stove, looked at her two daughters, and then at Lin Guoqiang and Zhao Zhijun who were busy in front of the stove, and suddenly felt...
This year has been the most practical year in her life.
During the Chinese New Year, she was always worried.
Worry about not having enough money, worry about not buying enough meat, worry about not being able to give decent gifts to visiting relatives.
Although Lin Guoqiang didn't say it, she knew that he was also worried.
Both of them have things on their minds, and the new year is dull and boring.
This year is different.
This year there are bicycles, meat, fish, chicken, wine, new clothes, new shoes, new scarves, wooden horses, crayons, rattles and bunnies.
Best of all...this year, her man stood up.
"Guoqiang," she called softly.
"Huh?"
"It's okay." She smiled, "I just wanted to call you."
Lin Guoqiang turned around, glanced at her, and smiled.
The flames in the stove licked the bottom of the pot, filling the room with warm yellow light.
Outside the window, the sound of firecrackers sounded sporadically, and the smell of the New Year became stronger and stronger.
Zhao Zhijun sat by the stove, chewing on the freshly fried meatballs and muttering: "Third brother-in-law, these meatballs are so delicious.
Can you teach me how to do it?"
"Yes." Lin Guoqiang brought a bowl of meatballs to the table, "I'll teach you after the New Year."
"Keep your word?"
"Keep your word."
Zhao Zhijun chuckled.
The snow outside the window began to fall again, thinly and densely.
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