On the 28th, Jiang Weihua took his godsister to buy fireworks. Needless to say, the quantity brought back from the small place was definitely not enough for him to buy. After buying all the fireworks, he still complained that it was not enough. Xiong Mingli had no choice but to drive him to the county town in the nanny car to buy them.

They were still steaming buns that day. Zhou Xiang looked at the dozens of buns in the large basket and asked his mother if she planned to eat them throughout the first month of the New Year.

Mother Zhou nodded at her. "Don't you know that the ten young men in front of you haven't gone home yet? We should ask them to go home for dinner on the first or second day of the 30th, right?"

"Well, have you told them yet?"

"Didn't you tell Ling Ran?"

Zhou Xiang shook her head, and her mother glared at her. "Hurry up and tell them in the front yard. It's so sad that the boss and his wife have forgotten about them."

"Just as long as their boss's wife hasn't forgotten about them!"

"Stop being so poor and go."

Zhou Xiang pointed outside and said, "Their boss has already gone."

Mother Zhou was puzzled, "Ling Ran wasn't in the room just now?"

Zhou Xiang nodded, "Yes, you remember correctly, he was about to enter the house, but when he heard what you said, he went to the front yard."

"Go away. You just sit there idly by all day and don't help. Instead, you keep interrupting us with your rambling chatter." Zhou's mother scolded.

"Okay! I'll help."

As a result, the helper ran to the street to buy a large piece of meat and called Zhu Hang Jinchao to help chop the meat.

The two people who had been chopping vegetarian stuffings for three days saw that there was meat. The pain in their wrists disappeared immediately when they picked up the knife and they finished chopping it quickly.

Ling Ran had already returned. Seeing his wife starting to make meat buns, he quickly took out a basin, caught the meat filling and started mixing it.

Zhou thought he couldn't find any steamed buns anywhere, so he stole three buns from the basket, broke the bun skins into pieces, soaked them in water and poured the meat filling into them, then mixed soy sauce with water and poured the meat filling, five-spice powder, minced ginger and chopped green onions into it.

After a bit of stirring, the meat filling became soft and chewy. Two pots of dough were taken away, leaving Zhou's mother staring at a pot of vegetarian filling in a daze. Was she kneading dough again?

The blind lady chuckled, "Come on, just mix some flour and fry some vegetarian meatballs!"

"That's all I can do. Alas! It's always like this. When I ask for help, I end up doing more harm than good."

In the kitchen, Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran were busy making meat buns and didn't care about their mother's nagging! The meat buns were so delicious!

Ling Ran made dumplings faster than Zhou Xiang, making Zhu Hang and Jin Chao dizzy. Is he still a man? Men can cook, make dumplings, and it's acceptable, but you can make dumplings so skillfully. How can we, as men, feel this way?

I steamed the buns in the kitchen while making them. The vegetarian buns were steamed in a large wood-fired pot outside. Now all the wood-fired pots are occupied, so I can only use an ordinary steamer.

After the vegetarian buns were out of the pot, only two wood-fired pots were used to steam the remaining meat buns.

Zhou's mother quickly picked up the steamed meat buns in the kitchen and put them into the basket, because four people in the kitchen were eating them heartily. If she didn't grab them, she might not be able to get the meat buns until tomorrow.

Zhou Xiang took advantage of the chaos to grab two in his hands. His mother still couldn't change her stingy nature. It was really annoying. How about suggesting that his mother make all meat buns next year?

Ling Ran laughed when he heard this, "Mom gets tired of eating just one meat bun. Are you going to let her starve for a whole year?"

"Forget it. We'll make it next time you want to eat it."

"Okay!" Ling Ran nodded, "I'll pack more next time."

On the 29th, Zhou Xiang and Ling Ran were going to the Ling family to give New Year gifts. "Ling Ran, why didn't you give the old man a gift?"

"Can I say I forgot?"

"Drive over this afternoon. We haven't had any puppies lately, so we have too many eggs. Keep pickling them. Send a jar of salted eggs to Grandpa and fresh eggs to our parents. Mom can provide some cover."

"Okay! Listen to my wife."

The two stood in the trunk of the car for a while, and the New Year gifts were ready: a wicker basket of eggs, two boxes of fruit wine, a fish weighing more than ten pounds, and two bags of dried fruits.

Dong Yunrong was so happy when she received the New Year gifts from her son and daughter-in-law that her teeth were showing. She had finally waited for this day.

It’s just, “Such a big basket of eggs?”

"Yeah! Mom, you and Dad will cook one every morning for you two to eat."

Dong Yunrong immediately understood what Zhou Xiang said, "Ling Ran, quickly take him to your room. It's not safe to leave him in the kitchen."

Ling Ran took the wicker basket away, and Zhou Xiang handed the dried fruits to her mother-in-law. "Please drink more fruit tea. Dad has some fruit wine! Tell us when you run out."

Dong Yunrong understood. Seeing her son coming back, she instructed again, "Move this wine to our bedroom."

Zhou Xiang really thought her mother-in-law was nice. She didn't ask any questions and was considerate.

Dong Yunrong hid the dried fruit on the top shelf of the cupboard, then pointed at the fish and asked, "Isn't fishing in the park closed?"

"Cut the ice!"

Ling Ran, who had returned to the pot house, simply took the fish out to kill it, and then embezzled the fish's innards. "Thinking that I like to eat stir-fried fish innards, I took them away!"

Zhou Xiang smiled helplessly at her mother-in-law, and Dong Yunrong consoled her, "We don't like it, and Ling Ran knows it too. It's a good opportunity to take it back. It's such a big bowl of fish roe, it would be a shame to throw it away."

At noon, Zhou Xiang ate alone. Ling Ran wouldn't even let him eat his healthy fish. His reason was, "Children won't know how to count after eating fish roe."

"My uncle-in-law is lying. We are almost nine years old. This reason is just to fool children." Kang Kang was not convinced.

"Then, count how many fish eggs there are?"

“Thousands and thousands of them.”

Zhou Xiang picked up a large piece of fish roe for each of Jiankang and Kangkang, and said, "You got the answer right, here's your reward."

"Thank you, auntie."

The two children felt happy while eating the fish roe. It seemed that their aunt loved them the most and shared her favorite dishes with them.

After lunch, Ling Ran drove to the county town. He hadn't visited his grandfather for a long time.

Grandpa Ling was very happy to see his grandson finally come.

"Ranran, are you here? Did you bring eggs for your grandpa? He hasn't had any eggs recently, and his appetite has been a little poor."

Aunt Ling's attitude is different from before. There have been no eggs in the past few months, and her father has become afraid of the cold again. The farm eggs she bought are of no effect.

Her father told her to control her mouth. If the gift came, it was a blessing. If not, she should just hold on. When the gift finally came to her nephew, she was the happiest person.

Ling Ran put down the large jar he was holding. "Here are the pickled eggs, 200 of them. This way they're easier to store. Cook one for Grandpa every day. If they're gone, call me."

Ling Ran told her the mobile phone number he had thought of last week, and Aunt Ling quickly took out a pen and paper to write it down.

While his aunt was writing, Ling Ran handed his grandfather a small bag of dried fruit and said, "Drink it slowly."

He had Zhou Xiang cut the dried fruit into small pieces and vacuum-packed it so that his grandfather could secretly put it in water or tea.

The old man stuffed the plastic bag into the quilt covering his legs and secretly gave it to his grandson. It must be something better than eggs.

His daughter has a slippery mouth. If he hadn't warned her, she would have spread the news about the eggs given by her grandson.

Ling Ran sat for a while and then went back. He had to accompany his wife to give a New Year's gift to Doctor Cao! He had to give away another jar, so he could buy some jars while he was there.