Beauty is not about being extremely thin, but about having a well-proportioned figure.

Feng Qingxue is now in a standard body shape, if she gains one pound she would be considered fat, and if she loses one pound she would be considered thin.

However, the conditioning time was too short, and the qi and blood had not yet been replenished. Although it was ten or a hundred times better than before, Feng Qingxue herself thought that her hair was still not black and thick enough, and her cheeks lacked color.

You have to continue to adjust. You must adjust.

Good health is the most important.

So when she woke up the next morning, Feng Qingxue took out a box of Iron Yuan from her space, drank ten milliliters, and then prepared breakfast.

The breakfast on New Year’s Eve is very simple, with multi-grain porridge and vegetable dumplings.

The shape of jiaozi is an enlarged version of dumplings, the difference is that after being steamed, it is stored in a sand jar, which is similar to buns. When eating, it is placed on the sieve in the pot and steamed.

The most important things on New Year’s Eve are the dumplings at noon and the New Year’s Eve dinner at night.

The dumpling filling had been prepared long ago, with pork and green onion filling, more meat and less green onion and ginger, and plenty of oil and water. There were also quite a few frozen dumplings at home, but Feng Qingxue still kneaded a new piece of dough, rolled out dumpling skins, and made new dumplings.

I made two full lids of dumplings, but by noon, only two large bowls were left in the pot.

Looking at the plump white dumplings floating in the soup, Feng Qingxue added half a ladle of cold water after the water boiled, and then added more cold water after it boiled.

After adding cold water two or three times and bringing it to a boil, she took out the dumplings.

Because Feng's father and mother had passed away less than three years ago, they did not put up Spring Festival couplets or set off firecrackers. After the dumplings were out of the pot, Feng Qingxue only picked up a corner of the dumpling with chopsticks and threw it on the ground.

This is a local custom, and also the custom of Feng Qingxue's hometown in her previous life, which is called ancestor worship.

In this era, people cannot worship their ancestors openly, so people came up with this method to show their gratitude.

However, what Feng Qingyun looks forward to most is the New Year’s Eve dinner.

The first Spring Festival after Feng Qingxue's time travel was particularly rich in preparation.

Under the light of the kerosene lamp, Feng Qingyun looked at the table full of delicious food, then looked at Feng Qingxue, his eyes narrowed into slits with joy.

No one would come to visit on New Year's Eve, and Feng Qingxue rarely failed to vilify herself.

Her eyebrows are as dark as distant mountains, and her eyes are as clear as autumn water.

Her skin is as white as mutton fat and her appearance is more beautiful than spring flowers.

She was dressed very decently, wearing a black cashmere sweater inside, a thin cotton jacket over a plaid coat outside, and black trousers. Her hair was tied into a half-bun, and the rest of her hair was draped over her shoulders.

Usually used to seeing Feng Qingxue's ugly face, Feng Qingyun couldn't help but said, "Sister, you are so beautiful!"

"We are also very beautiful."

Feng Qingxue patted her head and said, "Eat while it's hot. It doesn't matter if there are leftovers from the New Year's Eve dinner."

"Why?" Feng Qingyun was puzzled.

"Because there are leftovers from the New Year's Eve dinner, it means there will be surplus every year."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Feng Qingyun immediately picked up the chopsticks and said, "Sister has made so many delicious dishes. We will definitely have surpluses every year."

The meat dishes included braised carp, sweet and sour pork ribs, stewed hen with old ginger, braised lamb with radish, and fried bacon with red pepper. The vegetarian dishes included shredded cabbage with vinegar, shredded potatoes with hot and sour flavor, and scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts. The table was filled with eight dishes.

Feng Qingyun was eating with his mouth full of oil, but Feng Qingxue took some vegetarian dishes and only took a piece of each meat dish as a token of appreciation.

The health-preserving ways you are used to cannot be changed at any time.

People have to stay up all night on New Year's Eve, so Feng Qingyun went to bed early. Feng Qingxue didn't stay up until midnight either, as they felt sleepy before nine o'clock.

After a good night's sleep, Feng Qingxue just opened her eyes and heard her sister's words: "Sister, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year!"