Compared to ordinary days, Fan Qian's family had a very good New Year's Eve dinner.
A pound of fatty pork was stewed together with the tofu and Chinese cabbage sent by Fan Jin, making a whole big pot.
One pound of lean pork, cut into strips, is used to stir-fry with winter bamboo shoots.
Finely chop the chives, crack in two duck eggs, and fry to make an egg pancake.
We're not having any soupy food today, it's all dry food.
The black flour pancakes turned into cornmeal pancakes.
However, their family's meals used to be unique in the whole village, one of the best. But this year, other villagers earned rice and wages, so their New Year's meals were significantly better, no worse than theirs.
Furthermore, this year's New Year's Eve dinner is getting worse and worse compared to previous years.
Happiness is sometimes relative; things get better year by year, and life is prosperous and promising. Conversely, the sense of happiness is not so strong when things are not going well.
Sun Jinhua led Fan Zhaodi in working in the kitchen all morning.
She did everything herself: fetching water, picking and washing vegetables, chopping vegetables, mincing meat, and cooking!
The daughter, Fan Zhaodi, was responsible for carrying firewood and starting the fire.
Sun Jinhua was furious. Back in the day, she was always the one who waited for dinner to be served!
Hu Shuiqing, along with Da Ya and Er Ya, were busy in the kitchen. If they were slow or the food wasn't good, she would make a few sarcastic remarks.
This year, however, is completely different; it's her turn.
"Mom, is the New Year's dinner ready? I'm starving!" Fan Dazhu poked his head into the kitchen and asked impatiently.
When Sun Jinhua saw her sixteen-year-old son, her face was full of ingratiating smiles: "It'll be ready soon, don't worry, it'll be done in a minute."
Fan Dazhu smelled the aroma of meat wafting from the stove and stared intently at the fatty meat inside the tofu and cabbage dish next to the stove.
He quickly reached out, pinched a piece of fatty meat between his thumb and forefinger, and stuffed it into his mouth. "Hot, hot, hot! Delicious!"
Sun Jinhua wanted to hit him, but she held back and just frowned and criticized him: "There's only a pound of meat in total. I know exactly how many slices it's cut into. Stop eating it."
If your grandma finds out you ate too much, she'll definitely scold you!
Her mother-in-law might think she stole the food.
Fan Dazhu shrugged indifferently and said casually, "What's there to be afraid of? I'm the eldest grandson, Grandma won't be reluctant to part with me."
Besides, isn't Zhao Di in the kitchen? If Grandma really asks, Mother, you can say Zhao Di ate it.
Fan Zhaodi, who was quietly tending the fire at the stove entrance, poked her head out and looked at her older brother with disbelief in her eyes.
Fan Dazhu ate a piece of fatty meat and left satisfied.
As soon as Fan Dazhu went out, his mother came in with a gloomy face and started scolding him: "Eldest son, are you lame? I was counting on you to cook a meal, and look how long it took you!"
Everyone else is already celebrating the New Year, but we're still not done. If anyone had a wife as useless as you, they'd be kicked out long ago.
Sun Jinhua snorted coldly, "The whole family is just sitting here waiting for dinner, and they think they can just order her around."
Even now, they're still being picky!
She retorted, "Mother-in-law, if you think it's too slow, you can cook it yourself."
She's not like Hu Shuiqing; she won't let her mother-in-law hit or scold her whenever she wants.
Besides, Hu Shuiqing dares to defy her mother-in-law now, so what wouldn't she dare to do?
Mother Fan was furious, her chest heaving violently. Then, seeing the dishes on the stove, she sneered, "Fine, the tofu and bamboo shoots are a gift from my son. You won't get to eat them later!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Sun Jinhua, who remained behind, spat, "I made it, why can't I eat it! I'm going to eat it anyway."
When Fan Jin was building his house, his mother insisted on coming forward and shamelessly offered to provide timber so that a carpenter could make a table.
Because it was made to save money and fill out the quota, the wooden table was not sanded smooth and was not varnished, so it was very rough.
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