Chapter 378
While Fubao was playing cards, Chen Qingyi was quietly eating melon seeds with her head down, listening to Zhao Xiangmei and Old Zhai telling stories.
Zhao Xiangmei took a sip of tea, held the teacup in her hand, and sighed:
“Life is so good now!
I never dreamed of it.
When I was little, my family was poor and we never had any snacks. We never had anything good to eat.”
"There weren't any delicious dishes like these before. It was good enough to make two or three dumplings during the Spring Festival."
"On New Year's Eve, we make dumplings to welcome the New Year, and at midnight, we give out paper dumplings."
"Don't make dumplings on the first day, but give them away on the second day."
"When the third day of the Lunar New Year comes, there's nothing delicious left, so my grandma starts making small grain porridge, large grain rice, and cornmeal cakes."
“Sometimes we put some dried wild vegetables and sweet potato flour in the pancakes!”
"Even on New Year's Eve, we only stir-fry four dishes at noon, one of which is stir-fried dried tofu."
"One is stir-fried pork with pickled mustard greens, the other is stewed cabbage with tofu, and sometimes I fry large tofu in oil and make a stir-fry.
It's that simple.
I can’t bear to kill the chickens, and I don’t have much to feed them at home. It’s not easy to raise a few chickens.”
“Even Qingsong and Qingbai didn’t have anything good to eat when they were little, so when they were starving, they just washed the pickled cabbage out of the jar and ate it.
I can’t even bear to eat a baked potato!”
"Then things gradually got better..."
Zhao Xiangmei curled her lips, chuckled, and took another sip of tea. "It can be said that I relied on Chen Changbo."
"During the most difficult years of 1959 and 1960, Chen Changbo mailed food home several times."
"Fortunately, the harvest here is pretty good. In the past two years, God has been very kind to us and the harvest has been good!"
So she never laughed at Old Mrs. Chen and Old Man Chen for being wasteful when they loved to eat.
Everyone has his or her own way of living.
What's wrong with loving to eat?
Who dares to say that he doesn’t like to eat good food?
She felt that Old Mr. and Mrs. Chen enjoyed a happier and more carefree life than her parents, who had lived a frugal life all their lives, never skimping on food or clothes.
That's it, people, sometimes don't be too careful.
Zhao Xiangmei glanced at her eldest daughter who was sitting obediently on the kang, eating melon seeds and dried fruits.
This girl is also a person who loves to enjoy life. Even she has benefited from it. I don’t know how many new things she has eaten this year.
I feel happy when I look at my precious daughter and strong son.
He patted the kang, laughed, and said loudly, "There's hope for this day!"
Old Zhai also laughed: "Yes, there is hope!"
In the kitchen, Chen Qingfeng, Chu Xun and Chu Heng were scrubbing the dishes with clanging sounds.
During the Chinese New Year, the family can’t just chat.
Chen Qingfeng suggested playing cards.
Chen Qingyi blinked. She didn’t like playing these games. She didn’t like playing cards or mahjong.
People who play cards always argue over a penny until their faces turn red with anger.
The key is that she doesn’t know how to play!!
What she had at home were not playing cards, but leaf cards, which were long and thin. Old Mrs. Chen and her family loved to play with them.
"You guys play, I'll play with Fubao for a while, it's New Year, and he needs something good to eat too.
Dress up again."
Chen Qingfeng screamed: "Fubao is already so fancy, and he still needs to dress up?
It's a bird, how can it dress up?"
Fubao rolled his eyes, "Why can't I dress up? I can paint my paws red!"
Oh no!
Everyone in the room: ...
Could it be that Fubao is a female parrot?
Chen Qingyi coughed lightly, "Our Fubao is a handsome young man, Fubao, come here..."
"Dangdangdang, surprised or not? Do you like it?"
Fubao:……!?
Chen Qingyi took out a small piece of clothing with embroidered flowers on it.
The others were silent too...
"To be honest, no one's fur is as pretty as Fubao's!" Chu Heng said casually.
Chen Qingyi scratched his head and pulled the corner of his mouth, "This is just one of them, I have prepared others!"
She immediately ran to the west room and mysteriously took out two things from the closet.
He came back like the wind again.
When Fubao saw what was in her hand, his eyes lit up. He immediately rubbed his wings and started to flatter her.
"Xiaoyi is the best, this stand is so beautiful, what kind of beads are you stringing?
It’s also shiny, oh, and it even has a red ribbon fluttering on it!
This nest is also beautiful and soft..." Fubao stepped forward and stepped on it twice, "Is this made of rabbit fur?"
Fubao was in a good mood, so the bird became particularly diligent and flew to the kitchen and brought back four boxes of matchsticks.
Chu Xun didn't want to play either, so the four of them formed a game, one box per person!
Take a thick quilt and spread it on the kang to make it convenient to draw cards. The four of them start a battle to protect the matchstick!
At this point, the matchstick is no longer an ordinary matchstick.
It’s Niu Hulu’s matchstick!
It represents honor, status, luck, and wisdom. Chen Qingyi watched as Old Man Zhai blew a breath into his palm.
Among the four, Zhao Xiangmei was the best, while Chu Heng was the weakest.
Fubao was so anxious that he jumped up and down, flew to his shoulder, stood there, acted as a military advisor, and gave random orders.
And won two more!
Chu Heng was finally no longer the one who could not be led, but he was in a complicated mood.
He didn't want to admit that he was worse than a bird at playing cards, so he insisted that he was just lucky in the last two rounds.
Fubao didn't argue with him and flew to the shoulder of Chen Qingfeng, the second dish, to watch the fight.
Then……
Chen Qingfeng was very arrogant and domineering:
“Hahaha, Chu Heng, you only have five matchsticks left, your luck in that position is not very good.
How about we switch places?"
Chu Heng stiffened his neck and refused to believe it.
Fubao continued to nag, "Chu Heng, how about I help you again?"
Its value can only be reflected when it is with Chu Heng!
"Alright, let's combine our swords and kill them all. If I win, I'll make a nest for you later!"
Fubao pointed, raised his paws, and flapped his wings.
"Oh, they told you to play this, play this, didn't you write down the cards they played?"
"Listen to me, or you'll lose!"
Fu Bao was so angry that he tapped Chu Heng's head, obviously dissatisfied with his stupidity and stubbornness.
Chen Qingyi and Chu Xun: ...
"If we win, is it Chu Heng or Fu Bao who wins?"
Chu Xun's mouth twitched: "Count it as Fubao!"
He doesn't want to admit that this is his brother, so stupid.
Chu Heng was very dissatisfied when he heard the two people whispering, and vowed to avenge his previous humiliation.
Chen Qingfeng, Zhao Xiangmei, and Old Zhaitou didn't want to be defeated by a bird!
The four people and the bird have complicated feelings!
Get ready!
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