Qi Yu is waiting for a result, but time will not stop for anyone.
The wonderful time of the Chinese New Year passed quickly, and the Lantern Festival was soon here.
At noon on the Lantern Festival, the Xiang family was making glutinous rice balls with glutinous rice flour. Xiang Mianmian was responsible for dividing the dough into small pieces, while the fifth sister Xiang Lili stuffed black sesame seeds into the small pieces, wrapped them and rolled them into balls.
Zhang Jidi lit the stove and boiled a pot of water to cook the dumplings.
At this time, Xiang Liguo and Wang Chunting came back, each holding a child.
Zhang Jidi hurried forward to touch the back of Xiang Youzhi's neck, and when he found it was warm, he withdrew his hand and said angrily:
"It's so cold, why bring a child here? Don't let your grandson catch a cold."
She knew that Wang Chunting's mother Ming Erni had retired and was helping the young couple take care of the child, so she did not approve of them bringing the child over in the middle of winter.
When the cold wind blows, children are more likely to catch a cold. These days there is a shortage of medical care and medicine, and I’m afraid they won’t be able to survive.
They have more children because of the high infant mortality rate. If something happens and none of them survives, at least there are other hopes.
Wang Chunting smiled as she looked at Youfeng who happily jumped over, started to act coquettishly with her two aunts, and then looked at her mother-in-law and said softly, "Mom, my mom has gone home to celebrate the Lantern Festival."
You can't take care of the child every day. Ming Erni also has a family and holidays to celebrate.
There is no one to help take care of the child. Xiang Youzhi is less than one year old. Who would be willing to leave him home alone?
You can only bring it here.
"It's okay, Mom. Look, we wrapped him up thickly to protect him from the wind." Xiang Liguo was so generous that he even touched his son's little face with his cold hands.
Xiang Youzhi was immediately made to cry.
He had gone into the room to warm up, but suddenly a cold hand touched his face. It would have been strange if he didn't cry.
This even made his son cry. Zhang Jidi was so angry that he hugged Xiang Youzhi with one hand and slapped Xiang Liguo's claws away with the other hand.
She glared at her son: "Your dog paws are everywhere. Go inside and wash your hands. The older you get, the less human you become!"
Xiang Liguo didn't take the scolding seriously. He scratched his head and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.
Baby Xiang Youzhi is very easy to take care of, he is an angel baby. He snuggles in the arms of his grandmother and mother, is rocked and coaxed, and soon smiles.
He is not even one year old yet, but when he smiles, his two upper and two lower front teeth are exposed. He looks so innocent and adorable.
"Ah, the situation is better now. In the past three years, people were so hungry that they were unrecognizable."
Zhang Jidi looked at Xiang Youzhi in his arms with a face full of relief. He thought about how his little daughter Xiang Mianmian had fainted from hunger, and how Xiang Youzhi was well taken care of even though he was born prematurely.
She looked at her youngest daughter who was teasing Youfeng, and felt that she had finally made it.
Now my youngest daughter is full of energy and is about to go to technical secondary school. Her life is getting better and better.
Xiang Mianmian unknowingly stuffed a piece of glutinous rice ball into Xiang Youfeng's hand and sent his niece away to play and not to make trouble.
Wang Chunting echoed, "Yeah, my childhood was so hard. I could only pick up my sister's clothes and shoes to wear. If I put a little pressure on them, they would make a few holes. I would also be beaten with a cane by my mother."
Clothes will become brittle after being stored for a long time, and will not be as sturdy when worn, and will be torn by any casual movement.
Xiang Liguo came out after washing his hands, rubbing them red and breathing out warm air, and nonchalantly replied, "Who isn't? Even though I'm the eldest in the family, I still wear my dad's clothes."
He is the eldest in the family, does he think he can wear new clothes?
But forget it, Xiang Hongqi's clothes can be given to him to wear. Teenagers are lively and active, and they like to hang out in the mountains and forests. They don't mind if their patched clothes get torn.
Similarly, Xiang Meimei also wore Zhang Jidi’s old clothes. It can be said that if a family wants to have a new set of clothes, it depends on whether there is any big event at home.
Such as getting married, going to school, getting a new job, etc.
Wang Chunting and Xiang Liguo said that they have been wearing old clothes at home. Who doesn’t wear them three years new and three years old, and then mend them for another three years?
Even though tickets are issued every month for welfare, they are not enough for a whole family. Without tickets, you have no place to spend your money.
When it comes to big events like getting married, you need to make a few quilts and sheets, and you can only borrow them from friends and relatives to save face.
Zhang Jidi ignored the two men's bad habits and rolled his eyes at them: "Alright, stop complaining. It's good enough that you have something to wear. Why are you so picky?"
Xiang Liguo smiled innocently, no longer entangled in the issue of clothes, and asked about today's food: "Mom, what is the filling for today's Yuanxiao?"
"Don't you have eyes? You only know how to eat, not how to cook. Why don't you wait until we're done cooking?"
Zhang Jidi looked at his silly son speechlessly.
The table is so big, and Xiang Lili is not wrapping the dumplings quickly, so how can you not see that the filling is black sesame?
I'm just too lazy!
Xiang Liguo did not deny it and chuckled twice.
He has always relied on his mother to cook for him. He ate at the factory when he was working. Later, when his mother-in-law came to take care of the children, she also cooked for him, so he would never go into the kitchen again.
It’s better to be lazy, as it will save you a lot of work.
Fortunately, he could still understand Zhang Jidi's expression, so he sat next to Xiang Lili and prepared to help wrap the stuffing.
Xiang Lili has nimble hands, and the dumplings she makes are perfectly round and white, with the black sesame filling not showing at all. They look delicious.
As for Xiang Liguo, the kitchen rookie, he either made too many or too few dumplings. The white dumplings turned into black sesame dumplings, with the filling and the skin mixed together, making them look gray.
Everyone looked disgusted and decided to let him eat the dumplings he made himself.
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