Wang Juan was preparing ingredients for dinner in the kitchen. She would eat the freshly steamed buns today and stir-fry two simple dishes. She would cook a proper meal tomorrow night.
Lin Yian moved a small stool to sit next to Wang Juan to help her. Although she was not good at cooking, she could still do some preparation work before meals.
Wang Juan pulled the bellows and thought of the last time Ah Ci got drunk, so she teased, "Ah Ci, there is one dish you can't eat tomorrow night."
Lin Yian took a small stick and poked the firewood inside. Upon hearing this, he immediately looked up and asked, "Is this a regular dish in our house?"
It's a pity that there are delicious dishes that she can't eat.
"Almost. Your second mother is from the south. So in addition to dumplings, our family also has a dish of fermented glutinous rice dumplings for the New Year's Eve dinner. It's your second mother's specialty. It's so delicious!"
Laozao? It's rice wine...
As soon as Lin Yian heard it, he knew that the old lady was talking about the last time he was drunk, and he puffed his cheeks.
"Yes, I can eat it. I drank too much last time, but I won't this time."
Wang Juan did not undermine the girl's self-confidence anymore. The family would not buy wine during the New Year and other festivals because Huo Fang knew how to make wine. The wine she made was better than the wine sold at the supply and marketing cooperative or even in the county. But outsiders did not know about this, and occasionally someone who saw it would just say that it was bought by Jiancheng.
"Okay, Ah Ci, it's good for you to drink some to warm yourself up."
"Um!"
Lin Yian couldn't help licking her lips. In fact, the fruit wine she drank last time was also very delicious, but she got drunk too quickly.
At this time, a sound came from outside the yard. Lin Yian immediately looked up and said, "It should be Dad and the others who are back."
Cowshed.
Lin Dashi carried his father back home, but instead of going into his own house, he turned around and went to the cowshed.
"Uncle Li, Aunt Li, Aunt Ding." Then Lin Dashi slowly greeted the last person in the cowshed: "Hello, Uncle Ding."
Suddenly a "humph" was heard from the cowshed.
Grandma Ding ignored the stubborn old man. At her age, she still competed in arm wrestling with others, not afraid of breaking her arm. She was not convinced even after losing, and she insisted on having another try with her neck stiff.
"Why is Dashi here?"
Lin Dashi put his father on a corner of the kang and said, "My father fell down."
Uncle Yuan waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, I just stretched it." But he couldn't win over this stubborn guy, so he had to ask his uncle Li to check it out.
After wiping his hands, Elder Li looked at Uncle Yuan's ankle and said, "Well, it's nothing serious, just a little sprained. I'll give you some medicinal wine. Just don't walk too much for the next two days."
"Thank you, Brother Li."
Old Li turned around and went to look for medicinal wine. After they were transferred here from the farm, they were taken care of a lot by Uncle Yuan and Lin Dashi, but he was reluctant to give up the medicinal wine.
If it weren't for Uncle Yuan and Lin Dashi helping to cover up, his apprentice would have been exposed long ago with his frequent visits.
Li Heming poured some medicinal wine on his hands and massaged Uncle Yuan's ankles: "When my apprentice comes tomorrow, we will have a New Year's Eve dinner together."
Just as Uncle Yuan was about to refuse, Grandma Ding interrupted him with a smile: "You can't refuse. If you and Dashi don't come, our food won't taste good."
Elder Ding, who was sitting nearby, also spoke up to support: "Come here, it's settled."
Among the people in the cowshed, the one that Uncle Yuan respected the most was Old Xia. He had the iron-blooded and murderous aura of a soldier, so Uncle Yuan no longer refused when Old Ding spoke.
Lin Dashi didn’t know what the elders were talking about, he only knew that he would be able to have a delicious New Year’s Eve dinner tomorrow night.
His father’s cooking is not as delicious as Aunt Ding’s, it’s far inferior.
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