"It's okay. It's nothing to bother you." Feng Juan asked him again, "How are you going to spend your time when you get back?"
He Tingjun pretended to be relaxed: "There's nothing much to do when I get home. I'll just listen to the radio for a while and then go to the cafeteria to eat dumplings at ten o'clock. That's all."
Feng Juan couldn't bear to see He Tingjun go back alone, so she asked him to stay at her home to celebrate the New Year together.
Aunt Feng was busy making dumplings, and everyone rolled up their sleeves to help. Yun Qiao took out the radio at home and made dumplings while listening to the broadcast.
Since men are strong, the task of kneading the dough was given to He Tingjun.
Aunt Feng and Feng Juan were responsible for preparing the dumpling fillings. They prepared three flavors in total: two meat flavors: pork and green onion and pork and sauerkraut, and a vegetarian flavor: leek and egg.
He Tingjun kneads the dough, rolls it into strips, cuts it into small pieces of even size, and then rolls it out.
Because there was only one rolling pin at home, only someone who could roll the dough quickly and roundly could do this job, otherwise the dough would not be enough for Aunt Feng and Feng Juan to wrap.
Yun Qiao also tried to roll out a few dough sheets. Although the dough sheets she rolled out were quite round, her movements were slow and her efficiency was far inferior to He Tingjun's, so the task of rolling out the dough sheets fell to He Tingjun.
Yun Qiao was reluctant to ask He Tingjun to do any work. After all, he was half a guest when he came to the house, so how could he ask a guest to do any work?
He Tingjun couldn't help but be happy.
This is a chance to show himself in front of his future mother-in-law, and He Tingjun must seize the opportunity to show himself.
At a time like this, only a fool would sit there like a big boss and do nothing but wait to be eaten!
If you don’t work hard, you won’t have the next meal after this one!
No one dislikes a young man who works hard, and Feng Juan is no exception.
The more she looked at He Tingjun, the more she liked him. After all, it was hard to find a man with a lively eye. It was even rarer to find a man with a lively eye and the ability to roll up his sleeves and go to the kitchen.
Anyway, Feng Juan has never met him in her life.
Her father was born and died in the old society. As far as Feng Juan could remember, she had never seen her father enter the kitchen.
Her husband, Qin Lin, was the same. He only cared about working to earn money and ignored everything else. They had been married for almost ten years, and he hadn't even swept the floor at home a few times, let alone cooked for his wife and children.
The relatives and neighbors around me are all similar. Regardless of whether they have jobs or not, it is basically the women who serve the men in terms of eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.
Having seen many bosses who don't work, Feng Juan couldn't help but dislike a hardworking and diligent young man like He Tingjun.
He Tingjun got Feng Juan's approval, so he worked harder. Soon the dumpling wrappers he rolled out had piled up like a small mountain. Even Yun Qiao picked up his chopsticks and joined in making dumplings.
It won’t work without adding 㣉. The dumplings won’t be rolled out as quickly as they are wrapped, and the dumpling wrappers are consumed too slowly. The chopping board can hardly hold any more.
When Yun Qiao was making dumplings, he saw Feng Juan take out a few one-cent coins and wrap them in the dumplings.
Feng Juan had cleaned the coins with clean water and a toothbrush in advance, and even boiled them in boiling water to ensure that they were spotless and left no health risks.
Feng Juan wrapped the coins in the dumplings and marked the dumplings with the coins in them.
The dumplings were being made and it was almost ten o'clock.
Sporadic firecrackers began to be heard outside, and the closer it got to midnight, the louder the sound.
In recent days, the whole country has advocated the destruction of the four olds. Although the slogan is "old ideas, old culture, old customs, and old habits must be abandoned", privately, people still have to celebrate the festival.
After all, the Spring Festival is only once in a while, and no one who is too picky about it would make a big deal out of it and bring bad luck to others during the Spring Festival.
A few days ago, when we went to the Xishe market, Feng Juan also bought a string of firecrackers.
Living in a family compound, she didn't want to be too ostentatious, so she didn't buy anything too expensive. She only bought a string of small firecrackers with 100 bangs, which she hung on a tree about one meter long, just to create a nice atmosphere.
After ten o'clock, add water to the pot and bring it to a boil over high heat. When the water boils, you can set off firecrackers.
"Brother He, you can set off the firecrackers now." Yun Qiao stood at the kitchen door and shouted to He Tingjun who was standing under the tree.
"Hey."
The match struck a flame and lit the fuse. He Tingjun ran towards Yun Qiao. As soon as he stood next to Yun Qiao, the sound of firecrackers rang out.
Accompanied by the crackling sound of firecrackers, the firecrackers fell to the ground and smoke rose into the sky. In the steaming kitchen, dumplings were put into the pot.
Yun Qiao covered his ears with his hands, looked at the firecrackers setting off in the yard, and a smile appeared on his face.
He Tingjun turned his head and looked at Yunqiao's face.
He looked at Yun Qiao seriously, with the corners of his mouth curled up, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his deep black eyes.
The sound of firecrackers was deafening.
The family of Commander He of the Far Southwest Military Region also visited here.
He Tingjun's father, He Ruilin, is a senior leader of the Southwest Military Region. The southwest is not peaceful and there are constant minor frictions with neighboring countries. It is always in a state of constant major battles and minor battles. Therefore, the closer it is to the Spring Festival, the more we cannot relax our vigilance.
After He Ruilin finished comforting his soldiers, it was already past midnight when he returned home.
The lights were on in the house. His wife, youngest son, daughter, and son-in-law were all still awake, sitting around on the sofa and chatting. As soon as He Ruilin entered the house, he heard his daughter He Ying's loud laughter.
"What are you talking about? You're laughing so happily?" He Ruilin said as he took off his general's cap and hung it on the hanger behind the door.
He Ying turned around with a bright smile on her face: "Dad, you're back."
The youngest son, He Tingyu, and his son-in-law, Zou Qian, also stood up and called out, "Dad."
He Ruilin nodded and said "hmm".
He Ying smiled and said, "We were just talking about Big Brother."
"What's the matter?" He Ruilin said, "Tell me about it."
He Ying: "It's nothing special. I just heard from Sister Fang Hui that my eldest brother seems to have a girlfriend in Songjiang."
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