In the morning, before the sun rose, the main room was already busy. My aunt got up very early and couldn't wait to put on a brand new dress. The dress was bright and fit her well, as if it was specially prepared for this special day.
Then, she sat at her dressing table and carefully combed her hair, putting it into a neat bun and securing it with a hairpin.
After finishing all this, she walked into the kitchen with a smile on her face. She wanted to make a hearty breakfast for her son who had just returned.
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of various ingredients. My aunt-in-law skillfully cut vegetables, beat eggs, cooked porridge, and kneaded dough... Every move was full of love and care.
Brother Xu walked into the kitchen and greeted his mother with a smile: "Happy New Year, Mom! Thank you for your hard work, preparing breakfast for everyone so early in the morning."
"Hahaha, son, mom is not tired, not tired. It's a rare opportunity to rest. Why do you get up so early?" The aunt asked with a smile while frying dough sticks.
"I'm used to it. By the way, Mom, make more. Second uncle and the others should be here soon. They probably haven't had breakfast yet." Brother Xu looked at his mother frying dough sticks and naturally thought of Xu Qianjiao and the others.
He still remembered that Xu Qianjiao had always liked eating fried dough sticks, so he specifically reminded his mother to prepare breakfast for his second uncle's family. Otherwise, based on his mother's personality, she might just ignore the second uncle's family.
After hearing this, Aunt Xu was stunned and a little embarrassed, but she couldn't say anything in front of her son, so she pretended to be generous and said, "Okay, I'll do more."
Brother Xu had not left yet and was still standing in the kitchen with his mother. Seeing this, Aunt Xu had to reluctantly take out flour from the cupboard and prepare to make more fried dough sticks.
She first poured flour into a large bowl, added appropriate amounts of water and yeast, and mixed it into a dough with her hands. Then, she placed the dough on a chopping board and kneaded it vigorously until it became soft and elastic.
As she rubbed it, she looked at Brother Xu at the kitchen door and said helplessly, "Son, you don't have to stay here with me. Go and do your own thing."
Brother Xu scratched his head and said, "Okay, then I'll go find Dad."
"Go, go."
After Brother Xu left, Aunt Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that her son's aura was becoming stronger and stronger. She felt a lot of pressure just standing here and watching her work.
I almost didn't know how to move my hands, and I felt uncomfortable all over. Now that I'm gone, I finally feel much more relaxed.
She looked at the kneaded dough, covered the surface of the bowl with a wet cloth, and let it rise for a while before frying it.
While waiting, Aunt Xu took out the peanut oil she had prepared in advance from the cupboard. She poured half a pot of it into the pot with a distressed look on her face, muttering to herself, "Thank goodness we used peanut oil. If it were lard, how much pork would have been wasted? It's all the fault of those people from the second house. They didn't come earlier or later, but at this time, and they're going to have to eat their share again."
She kept muttering to herself, her hands still moving. She walked to the side, lifted the wet cloth, and reached out to poke the dough inside. "It's okay, it's risen well."
She took out the dough that had been proofed and placed it on the chopping board, rolled it into a thin sheet, and cut it into rectangular strips with a knife. Then she carefully stacked the cut noodles together in pairs, pressed them in the middle with chopsticks, and then gently stretched them.
She reached out to test the temperature of the oil pan, and when she felt it was almost hot, she put the raw dough sticks into the pan. Suddenly, a sizzling sound came from the pan, and the dough sticks slowly began to expand, becoming golden and crispy.
As they fry, they're constantly tossed with chopsticks to ensure they're evenly cooked. Soon, the dough sticks are done. Aunt Xu takes them out and places them on a basket, their alluring aroma filling the air.
"Mom, it smells so good. What delicious food have you prepared?" Xu Qianrou walked in from outside the kitchen and asked expectantly.
She turned her head and looked at the fried dough sticks on the table, "Wow, it's fried dough sticks." Then she picked up one and stuffed it into her mouth.
It tastes delicious. "It's so delicious, Mom, please make more. This little bit is not enough."
Aunt Xu rolled her eyes at her and said unhappily, "If you say to make more, then make more. Flour is free, and oil is free. I'll do it if you pay me."
Xu Qianrou simply ignored this remark, smiled at her, quickly picked up another fried dough stick, and turned around and left.
Aunt Xu widened her eyes, looking at Xu Qianrou's every move in disbelief. The anger in her heart rose instantly. She felt a surge of depression in her heart, making her breathless.
"This girl didn't learn anything from her father, but she became extremely selfish." Aunt Xu looked at Xu Qianrou's receding figure and shook her head helplessly.
She had prepared one fried dough stick for each person, but she took two without even asking. Well, there would be no share for her later, and neither would Song Ziming.
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Here, Xu Qianjiao and the others walked to the door of the main house. As soon as they entered, Xu Qianjiao walked to Grandma Xu, took Grandma Xu's hand with a smile on her face, and said sweetly: "Grandma, Happy New Year, I wish you good health and peace."
Grandma Xu was pleased by Xu Qianjiao's words. She reached out and touched Xu Qianjiao's little face, and pulled the corners of her mouth. In an instant, her usually serious face became kind.
"Be good." After saying that, she reached into her pocket and took out the red envelope she had prepared in advance. "Here, grandma also wishes our Jiaojiao a safe and smooth new year, and hopes she'll have a big fat boy soon."
"Grandma." Xu Qianjiao felt a little shy after hearing what Grandma Xu said. Her face turned red and she was too embarrassed to look at Grandma Xu again.
Seeing this, Cheng Jiawen stepped forward to help her out, "Grandma, I wish you good health and all the best in the new year."
"Jiawen is well behaved." As usual, Grandma Xu took out a red envelope from her pocket and handed it to Cheng Jiawen.
Seeing this, others came forward to wish Grandma Xu a happy new year. Grandma Xu handed out red envelopes to everyone one by one. Everyone had a smile on their face after receiving the red envelopes.
But Xu Qianrou noticed that Xu Qianjiao's red envelope seemed different from everyone else's. She looked at Grandma Xu and asked in a delicate voice, "Grandma, why is her red envelope different from ours?"
Grandma Xu looked at Xu Qianrou pointing at the red envelope in Xu Qianjiao's hand with a look of suspicion on her face. She immediately frowned and asked, "Why is it different?"
"Hers is obviously much thicker. Ours are all fifty cents. She must have more than us. Grandma, you can't do this. We are all your granddaughters. You should treat us equally." Xu Qianrou said dissatisfiedly.
She saw that the red envelope in Xu Qianjiao's hand was more than fifty cents. It was so thick, there should be at least a few dollars in it. No, everyone had fifty cents, why did she have more?
This old lady is so biased. We are all granddaughters, and she is the granddaughter of the eldest wife. Why should she be less than Xu Qianjiao?
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