Chapter 205 New Year's Eve
Lu Miao didn't want to go out, and Fu Jingyou certainly wouldn't force her to go out.
I moved a chair for her, placed books and newspapers on the long table by the window, and poured some hot water aside.
After she sat down and started reading seriously, Fu Jingyou started to do his own thing.
I went to the backyard and cut a bamboo, dragged it to the front and chopped off the side branches, then picked up a few side branches and tied them into a small bundle and put them on the bamboo pole.
Lu Miao was reading in the front room.
Fu Jingyou walked around the house holding a bamboo pole, wiping off all the dust and cobwebs in every corner under the eaves.
After that, he swept the floor and wiped the table. He cleaned the whole house thoroughly without Lu Miao's reminder.
At lunch, he put the small table in the room, picked some fresh vegetables from the backyard, washed them, brought them to the front room and placed them on the table.
He arranged for Lu Miao to boil some side dishes for himself, while he sat upright on the side and peeled eggs for Lu Miao.
Lu Miao took a sip of soup and looked up at him with a hint of smile in his eyes:
"Fu Jingyou, the work you're doing now is what women do. Don't you feel aggrieved?"
Fu Jingyou gently pulled her hand over and placed the peeled egg, which was still slightly steaming, in her palm.
"Anyone can do the work, regardless of gender."
Lu Miao cracked the egg and quickly squeezed the yolk into Fu Jingyou's bowl. Fu Jingyou couldn't stop her. He straightened his back and stared at her with a "tsk" sound.
Lu Miao pretended not to see it, and continued to chew on the egg white:
"But what you do, except for the old bachelors and old widowers, there are no men in the team who can do it seriously, don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Fu Jingyou shook his head, ate the egg yolk she stuffed into his mouth, and then scooped up a bowl of soup and slurped it down.
"It's their business if they don't want to do it. I'm willing to do it. I just want you to rest."
Hearing the answer he wanted, Lu Miao curled his lips, laughed, and then said seriously: "Then they say I'm a lazy woman."
"You can be lazy as you please, what does it have to do with them? If someone says that to your face, just curse them back and call them incompetent men."
As Fu Jingyou spoke, he stretched out his long arm and poured the slightly cold soup in Lu Miao's bowl into his own bowl, and then filled her bowl with the hot soup from the big-bellied soup pot.
"Okay, let's eat first and talk after we finish eating."
He opened the damper under the stove a little wider, and the bone soup in the big-bellied soup pot soon began to bubble up.
He swiftly put a piece of baby spinach in with chopsticks, and seeing that the color had darkened, he quickly picked it up with a bowl and put it into Lu Miao's bowl before it became mushy and rotten.
Seeing Lu Miao eating it more often, Fu Jingyou gradually understood the tricks of hot pot.
Take baby spinach like this one, for example. It is best eaten when it is taken out as soon as it changes color during the broth. It has a sweet taste and a light crisp texture.
Lu Miao buried his head in eating.
Seeing her concentration, he couldn't help laughing and continued to blanch the cabbage sprouts with small cauliflower flowers on them.
"You can be as lazy as you want at other times, but now you have a baby in your belly..."
Lu Miao looked up.
Fu Jingyou quickly changed his words:
"You're pregnant now, so it's not good for you to just sit or lie down. Auntie said you should walk around often, it's good for your health."
Lu Miaoguang ate without saying a word, Fu Jingyou continued to look at her and said:
"They are elders and have given birth to children, so what they say must make sense."
"Oh, I see! We're eating, why are you always talking about that?"
Lu Miao hummed softly.
"I haven't been lying down or sitting all the time!"
Her moods fluctuated greatly during pregnancy, and Fu Jingyou didn't dare to really make her angry, so he quickly changed the subject with a smile:
"Okay, let's eat first."
There was nothing to do in the afternoon, so Fu Jingyou was tidying up the small vegetable patch that Lu Miao had made earlier in front of the door.
Lu Miao stood beside him with his hands on his lower back, walking back and forth to stretch his muscles and digest his food, while responding to her request to "walk more."
On New Year's Eve last year, Fu Jingyou was the only one in the Fu family.
Fu Jingyou always goes to the He family and comes back after having the New Year’s Eve dinner.
This year, Fu Jingyou mentioned this matter and asked Lu Miao for his opinion.
Lu Miao said he would just stay at home.
When you are alone, you feel lonely, but when you are with someone, you can at least keep each other company.
It’s not impossible to go to the He family.
But I have to come back at night, and it seems a bit lonely with an empty house.
The Fu family hasn't had a lively time in so many years, it's nice for the two of them to be able to get together and have some fun.
Lu Miao chattered on and on about his thoughts.
Fu Jingyou freed his hand and touched her flat belly, then said with a smile:
"Wrong, it's not two, it's three now."
Lu Miao was amused by his serious look:
"He's just a little bit older? He doesn't count."
"Why not? It's still small now, but it will grow bigger in the future. Isn't it growing?"
His handsome face was wide with a smile, and he leaned down nervously to look at Lu Miao's stomach.
"I don't know if it's a son or a daughter. I've been thinking about a name for a long time and still can't come up with an idea. Have you thought about it?"
Lu Miao pondered for a moment, shook his head, and asked, "Second sister-in-law said that the village pays attention to generations. What generation is he in?"
Fu Jingyou thought for a while and said:
"It should be the Ming generation."
What he said was extremely uncertain. Lu Miao didn't quite believe him. He snorted and said:
"Come on, let's ask my aunt first!"
The elders have ideas, and they may have already chosen a name.
Since it was his own child, Lu Miao naturally wanted to name him himself.
But she really couldn't bring herself to say words like "defending the country" and "defending the people" in this era.
She was also afraid that if she named the child according to her own ideas, Fu Jingyou and He Hongjin would not be able to accept it.
I'll have to wait and ask clearly what generation it is, and see if I can give it a name with some depth and meaning.
Like Fu Jingyou, he should be from the Jing generation. Any name you add in a random character will sound nice.
Lu Miao was thinking about something in his mind, and the next day, New Year's Eve, arrived quickly.
They didn't plan to go to the He family and planned to stay at home.
But if you don't go there, you must send some things there as a token of your appreciation.
Lu Miao got up early in the morning and asked Fu Jingyou to catch two soft-shelled turtles and kill them.
After cleaning them all, I put one in a big-bellied soup pot and stewed it for my family’s New Year’s Eve dinner.
The other one was placed in a soup pot with a long belly and simmered in the stove.
As the night grew darker, the two bowls of soup were just about ready.
Lu Miao asked Fu Jingyou to carry the soup pot with a long belly to the He family.
Under the kerosene lamp in her kitchen at home, she added soy sauce, chopped green onions, chopped garlic, salt, MSG, etc. to the chopped meat.
How can New Year’s Eve dinner be without dumplings?
After the dough had risen in the afternoon and the filling had been mixed, Lu Miao tried to roll out the dumpling wrappers.
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Each small piece of dough that was torn off was rolled into an irregular shape.
Ovals are good.
Most of them are long and round with a tail, and are either thick on one side or thin on the other.
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