Chapter 88 Daddy’s Birthday
It’s snowing.
Jiang Mianmian leaned against the window, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside. She
was very surprised.
This was the first snow of winter.
It was also the first snow of her life.
She was so small that she could only reach the bottom of the wooden window. To see outside, she had to pull the wooden window and stand on tiptoe. Watching
the snowflakes fluttering, the well cover in the yard slowly turned white.
The black soil also turned white.
She saw her mother hurried out and brought a large bundle of firewood back to the house.
The voice of her elder sister came from the next room. "Ah!" Then came the voice of her brother. "Don't make a fuss. You are a girl and you can't get married like this." "My mother said to make dumplings on snowy days. Ah, ah, we didn't have dumplings last year during the Spring Festival." The elder sister couldn't help but shout excitedly. Jiang Mianmian took Jiang Xiaoshu out of her pocket and put it on the windowsill. Seeing it shrink and hide away from the cold, she put Jiang Xiaoshu back into her pocket. Ants are cold-blooded animals and are very active in autumn. In autumn, Jiang Mianmian often harvests all kinds of food. In winter, Jiang Xiaoshu is also lazy and likes to stay by her side most of the time. She often puts food in her pocket. Jiang Mianmian likes to put Jiang Xiaoshu in her pocket now, because with Jiang Xiaoshu, she is a clean baby and food will not fall everywhere. Jiang Mianmian looked at the snow for a long time. Until a figure picked her up. It was Daddy. After Jiang Changtian finished his work and came back, he saw the young lady standing on tiptoe and leaning on the windowsill to look outside. The small figure had a strange sense of loneliness. He picked her up and touched her face and hands, which were all frozen. It seemed that she had been standing there for a long time. He couldn't help asking, "What is Mianmian looking at?" Jiang Mianmian's nose was red and she said, "Looking at Baibai." "That's snow, it's snowing." Jiang Changtian held the lady and looked out the window. "Husband, husband, bring Mianmian over." The shouting of the mother next door came. It broke the atmosphere of this father and daughter who were somewhat alienated and broken. Jiang Changtian carried the lady to the next room, which was the kitchen. Qin Luoxia's strong body was kneading dough. Jiang Feng was chopping stuffing. Jiang Yu was lighting the fire. Qin Luoxia used her elbow to lift the fallen hair, and said with a smile: "Husband, let's make dumplings tonight, you come and help." "Okay." Jiang Changtian put the lady on her little chair and began to roll up his sleeves. His slender arms were exposed. Jiang Yu was as happy as Jiang Xiaoshu on a hot pot, turning around in the small kitchen. Qin Luoxia kneaded the dough, rolled it into strips skillfully, and then pulled it off in balls with her hands. "You guys roll the small dough into a ball first, then use a stick to spread it, or flatten it, or pinch it. I'll mix the filling, and you can wrap it up after it's done." Jiang Mianmian got a small ball of dough. She kneaded the dough and watched her mother-in-law sprinkle salt, minced meat, and chopped green onions into the stuffing. She twirled her fingers as if she were spreading arsenic... (⊙o⊙)... Jiang Mianmian knocked on her head, wondering why she had such a strange idea. Jiang Yu, Jiang Feng and Dad were kneading dough together around the table. Grandma also prepared the stuffing, a lot of wild vegetables, a little meat, a little pickles, a little salt, a little wild onions, and finally added a thick piece of ointment. Stir the wild vegetables until they are shiny. The whole family gathered around the small table to make dumplings. Except for Jiang Mianmian, she was kneading dough, and her hands' coordination skills were not that strong. My father was also a little slow in wrapping, but his bag was very beautiful, as delicate as a purse. Grandma is the most agile. Grandma is very agile in everything she does. She was here, and the room was warm. The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier. The slender branches could not bear the pressure and made a slight crackling sound. The snow fell on the ground, and the layer close to the ground quickly turned into water and flowed into the ground. And soon new snow covered the surface, layer by layer, like a thick blanket. The water in the pot was bubbling, and the wrapped dumplings could be put into the pot. The fire was burning vigorously, making my sister's face blush. Jiang Mianmian found that my sister's face seemed to be rounder recently. Jiang Feng was helping to get the dumplings, and my father was wiping the table. Jiang Mianmian was still playing with the small dough in her hand. She flattened the small dough, took out Jiang Xiaoshu, and stamped it. Soon there were many Jiang Xiaoshu shapes on the small dough, a long strip. The family was no longer surprised by the young lady who liked to play with ants. Smoke was rising from the pot, and the aroma was wafting. Qin Luoxia stirred the bottom of the pot with a large spatula, adding a little cold water from time to time. Watching the big dumplings rise and fall, she wiped her hands with her apron and said, "Husband, how about a drink?" Jiang Changtian was a little surprised, but he would never refuse his wife's request. He nodded. Qin Luoxia asked Jiang Feng to watch and add water, and she went to get the wine. Jiang Mianmian thought, her family is really rich, in the past, the hot pot water had to be shared by the whole family, and now there is wine? Curious about where her mother hides the wine. She stretched out her hands and shouted, "Mother, hold me." Qin Luoxia didn't think that the girl wanted to see where she hid things. She stretched out her hands and picked up the girl and carried her on her back. Then she went to the cellar. Jiang Mianmian saw that the cellar was wide, big and deep. Mother must have dug a basement. Mother found a small altar in the corner and carried her out.
It was snowing outside, and A-niang's footprints were everywhere.
Jiang Mianmian was on A-niang's back, watching the winding footprints, very friendly.
Back in the kitchen, the steam was rising, and the dumplings were floating up, ready to eat.
A-niang served everyone a big bowl.
There were pickles in the middle.
She opened the pot and poured a bowl of wine for A-di, Jiang Feng, and Jiang Yu. She
poured a bowl of dumpling soup for Jiang Mianmian, blatantly lying to her, and pretended that it was poured out of the pot and blocked with the pot.
Jiang Mianmian:... Even if I'm stupid, other people's wine doesn't emit steam, but mine does, and I can tell the difference.
Qin Luoxia picked up the wine first, and then said to her husband: "Today is your birthday, let's have a good meal and drink good drinks, and wish us better and better lives in the future."
Jiang Changtian's tears rolled out in an instant.
He forgot.
He didn't remember that today was his birthday.
No one in the family had ever celebrated it for him.
Jiang Feng handed a brush to his father, "I made this myself, Daddy gives it to you."
Jiang Yu also took out a crooked handkerchief, and it was unclear what was on it. She gave the handkerchief to her father and said: "I wish Dad good health and younger age."
Jiang Mianmian:...
Too much, such a big thing was hidden from a child like her, and she didn't even prepare a gift.
Jiang Mianmian reached into her pocket, and finally took out a small stone that Jiang Xiaoshu had brought to her. It was round and yellow and very pretty, so she put it in her pocket.
"Dad, here, here, happy birthday to Dad." Jiang Mianmian handed the small stone over.
Jiang Changtian took the things given by the child. He
picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all.
He doesn't drink. He never drank since he was wronged that time.
But today, with his wife and children in front of him, he can drink with peace of mind.
Jiang Changtian has a very poor alcohol tolerance and
he fell down after one bowl .
He fell asleep.
Mother carried Dad away.
It was snowing outside.
Jiang Mianmian and her brother and sister ate dumplings.
It turned out that today was Dad's birthday.
Mother went for a long time and didn't come back~~
The dumplings were cold.
What a pity.
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