The New Year's goods for Song Shuxi's family were prepared together with Tiantian's family, under the verbal guidance of two pregnant women and the hands-on work of two men.
Wei Jianguo was holding two kitchen knives and chopping the meat filling, while Liu Xinguo was kneading the dough and preparing to roll out the dumpling wrappers. The two of them had a clear division of labor and were very harmonious.
Song Shuqian took out the foreign stuff she bought at the Overseas Chinese Store, coffee. "Tiantian, I bought the coffee you mentioned last time. How do I drink it? Is there anything special about it?"
Tiantian had been craving this for a long time. She ran over and looked at the tin can in front of her, which contained ground coffee powder.
I scooped a spoonful, rinsed it with hot water, and it had a familiar taste.
After handing it to Song Shuxi, he made himself a cup and said, "Now you can drink it. Smell it, it smells really good."
Tiantian looked very happy as she took small sips of the wine, drinking it very elegantly.
Song Shuqian sniffed it suspiciously. She felt that the smell was a bit strange. I took a small sip and it tasted bitter and sour, even more unpalatable than Chinese medicine. She looked at Tiantian with a speechless look, doubting her taste.
He looks normal normally, why does he like such weird things?
Looking at the cup in her hand, Song Shuqian felt embarrassed as to whether to drink it or not.
Tiantian on the opposite side was still tasting the food in small sips, very calmly.
Song Shuqian felt that Tiantian had to drink it in small sips because she thought it was too unpalatable. There was a question that she had never been able to figure out: if she drank something unpalatable in one gulp and then quickly took some candy to suppress the taste, would she suffer less?
Song Shuqian got up and walked to the kitchen. When she couldn't eat, she asked Wei Jianguo for help. This was a good habit she developed after marriage.
"Jianguo, are you tired? Drink some water. Lao Liu has prepared some sweet food for you. Come over and drink it."
Wei Jianguo took it happily, looked at the black stuff in the big teacup, sniffed it, and looked at Song Shuqian suspiciously. "Wife, what is this?"
"I bought this coffee at a Chinese shop last time. I heard that foreigners like to drink this."
Wei Jianguo... He asked why it looked so familiar, as they had drunk it together during the last mission. He shuddered at the thought of that smell.
Liu Xinguo silently retracted his foot and continued kneading the dough. He was not thirsty, not at all.
"Wife, is this thing for me?" Wei Jianguo asked cautiously, expressing his rejection of this thing vividly. He is not afraid of hardship, but he doesn't want to seek hardship.
Then his beloved wife said, coldly, "Drink it quickly, I prepared a White Rabbit for you, and drank it all in one breath."
Wei Jianguo...my dear daughter-in-law, what else can I do? I can't let her drink it.
He picked up the teacup, bravely drank it down in one gulp, then quickly took out the sugar and put it quickly into his mouth.
Old Liu, who witnessed everything, was once again thankful that his wife did not come.
Escaped.
Song Shuqian seemed a little apologetic for a rare moment, and quickly changed the subject, "Help me cut some red paper later, it's time to write the couplets," and then she turned and left. The back view looks a bit like he is fleeing in panic.
Tiantian was sipping her coffee, and when she came back, the coffee cup was empty. He nodded in understanding.
"Wait, I'll make you a custom coffee. Do you want more sugar or more milk?"
Song Shuxi...what does this thing have to do with sugar and milk? "It's all right, just don't let it be sour or bitter."
Tiantian is a genius. She put five White Rabbit milk candies in the teacup, melted them, added coffee, and served it to Song Shuqian.
Song Shuqian looked at the black thing, took a bite with a fearless attitude, and it didn't seem so bitter anymore. I took another bite and it was barely acceptable, but I didn't like it.
Continue to mix the sweetness, add coffee if it’s too sweet and add sugar if it’s too bitter.
Wei Jianguo and Lao Liu drank a bellyful of strange stuff, and looking at the finished product, they both breathed a sigh of relief, finally finishing it.
The two pregnant women each had a baked sweet potato, a cup of coffee, and were accompanied by two big dogs. The two men were busy in the kitchen.
The wrapped dumplings were carried out one by one, covered with curtains. Wei Jianguo was worried, "Lightning, go out and watch over the dumplings, don't let the birds eat them."
The two men were busy making sauerkraut pork filling, leek and egg filling, and vermicelli and tofu filling, and they looked very satisfied. In previous years, each person could eat twenty dumplings during the Spring Festival, but this year they can eat as many as they want.
"Dumplings, sticky rice dumplings, and steamed buns," Wei Jianguo muttered. Almost everything that needed to be prepared was ready.
At that time, oil was an extremely precious commodity, in limited supply, and difficult to buy on the black market.
Even people as arrogant as Song Shuxi and Tiantian dare not fry food openly, and the meatballs are boiled in water. Before eating, add a little more oil to fry it.
Despite this, their New Year's goods are relatively well prepared.
Frozen pears, frozen persimmons, and canned foods are in sufficient supply and are the most important things for wintering.
At this moment, Song Shuqian was standing in front of the desk. When she picked up the pen, her whole state was different. She raised her hand and wrote, "The four seas are raging with raging clouds and waters, the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder," with her movements being graceful and smooth.
Tiantian read it out loud unconsciously. This is a very popular phrase nowadays, so popular that even the children in the housing estate know it.
Song Shuqian is used to writing running script, which is elegant and free, and at the same time shows the domineering power in this sentence.
Afterwards, he wrote five pairs of couplets, three for each family, just in time for the Spring Festival.
When I looked up after writing, I was greeted by several pairs of starry eyes.
Tiantian was the most flattering, "Xixi, you are awesome, the handwriting is so beautiful. Although I can't tell what's so beautiful about it, I just think it's so beautiful." He speaks incoherently and is undoubtedly illiterate.
Old Liu also admired him very much. He used to secretly feel sorry for his good brother because he married a wife who couldn't do housework. His old brother had to come back to work after scolding him every day. Now, he feels that the brother team is trying too hard to be above their level.
For these rough guys, being able to finish junior high school is considered a high level of education.
She can't work, but she can write calligraphy, read, and I heard she can speak other countries' languages. With such a cultured mother, there's no need to worry about her children being uneducated in the future.
These people all admire educated people. The political commissar would have an idea as soon as he rolled his eyes and would plot against people without any discussion.
The last pair of loving eyes belonged to Wei Jianguo. It was not the first time he saw his wife writing, so he was not surprised. But I still felt my heart pounding and I thought my wife was so pretty.
Full of pride.
After seeing off the Tiantian couple, Song Shuxi and Wei Jianguo continued to prepare New Year’s goods.
Song Shuqian took out a set of clothes, which were all new from inside to outside. "We celebrate the New Year by wearing new clothes. This is what I prepared for you. See if you like it."
Wei Jianguo obviously didn't expect to receive a gift. He was so moved that his hands were shaking slightly. This was the first time he received a New Year's gift.
A Zhongshan suit, a sweater, and a pair of woolen trousers, all made by Song Shuqian herself. This sweater and trousers used up all of Song Shuxi's rest time. I knit sweaters every day whenever I have time.
Wei Jianguo liked it very much and groped on the clothes with his hands.
I couldn't utter a word.
Song Shuqian pushed him into the house to try it out.
When the man came out, Song Shuqian's eyes widened. He looked tough and fierce in military uniform, but he actually had a sense of elegance in Zhongshan suit. This elegance was not weakness, but a kind of inner cultivation.
Very special anyway.
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