Zhang Jianguo knew about this, but as soon as he received a call from his leader, he would report everything.
He didn't consider Jiang Cha's current condition at all, because he felt that anything could be overcome.
So they kept it a secret for now, and waited until his sister came back after a while before explaining the situation to him in detail.
If he really finds out, I won’t have a peaceful Spring Festival.
It’s the first time I go home for the New Year after so many years away from home. Even if I have to hide it, I have to keep it a secret for a few days.
Knowing that everything was under control on his side, Jiang Cha felt relieved.
Just hold on for a few days, as long as she has a happy New Year, and then you can make a big fuss after that.
Those people had better not make a fuss, because she has prepared everything, and who knows who will be the unlucky one then!
"Have you made the paste yet? I see people in the alleys are starting to put up couplets. Hurry up! This isn't like making dumpling soup, so make it thicker."
Dad Jiang took a broom into the yard. After sweeping the snow, he saw that other people's families had already started to put up couplets.
He was shouting at the top of his voice to urge Jiang Cha to make it faster, and his nagging voice really made him look like a little old man.
Before Jiang Cha came out of the house, the old man realized that their family was subsidizing the couplets this year.
During the first three years after Jiang Ma passed away, no couplets could be posted at home. Just now, Jiang Ba saw other families posting couplets and hanging red lanterns.
I was so happy that I forgot about it. In fact, my family didn’t buy these things at all.
It was Jiang's father who told her about the customs and habits, but the New Year atmosphere these two days made him too happy, and he just mentioned them when he saw the atmosphere in other people's homes.
Jiang Cha was afraid that the old man would become unhappy again, so he quickly found something for him to do.
The big wood stove in the yard was burning brightly, a lot of water was added to the big pot, and the steamer was placed on the rack, with layers of steamed dishes prepared in advance.
"If you're alright, come and check on the fire. Don't let it go out. See? I'm making the authentic Eight Great Bowls, including steamed lamb, steamed bear paws, roast duck, roast goose, roast pork, roast duck, braised chicken and bacon..."
The old man tucked his sleeves in and watched his daughter brag. How could she prepare a full banquet with just two steamers?
What I blurted out just now must have made the child think too much, and I was worried that he would be unhappy during the New Year.
What’s the matter actually?
How could he not understand Xiaobai?
Knowing that her daughter was coming back to celebrate the New Year, she wished she could come out from downstairs and cook some of her signature dishes for her daughter, not to mention the couplets and red lanterns.
It was a pity that she didn't come, she must have been afraid of scaring her daughter. They were all atheists, so what was there to be afraid of? He had no taboos, he just worried that his daughter would feel bad.
He's lived to this age, what does he know? He's just happily accompanying his daughter now, and in two years, he'll accompany his wife, leaving no one behind.
So when the doctor said he had mental problems, if it weren't for my daughter's face, I would have punched the doctor and asked who was the mentally ill person!
Jiang Cha didn't know that although the old man seemed to be getting better and better, he was actually a bit bipolar. By the time she found out, the old man had already done something earth-shattering.
At this moment, the old man was diligently making a fire with firewood, while Jiang Cha was busy in the kitchen preparing some vegetables.
The dinner is the highlight, and lunch is usually a relatively simple meal.
There were only two of them at home, so Jiang Cha prepared ten dishes to bring good luck and perfection.
During the Chinese New Year, everything needs to start with good luck, even the dishes we cook need to have good intentions and bring good luck.
The prepared dishes began to be served on the table, including Four Happiness Meatballs, Hundred Fortune Tofu Pot, and Fortune Pig's Knuckles.
Jiang Cha was telling the old man the names of the dishes when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
It’s Chinese New Year, who would come here at this time?
"Happy New Year! Doubao! Hurry up and take the things over to me, they are so heavy!"
When I opened the door, I heard the familiar voice. Looking at the people in front of me, I felt as if I had returned to twenty years ago.
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