Before people woke up, the smoke rising from the cooking stove outside was already filled with laughter and joy. Fortunately, the sun, which had not been seen for many days, finally came out.
Yang Donghu's hands were itchy in the middle of the night, and he couldn't help scratching them. Zhao Luochuan was afraid that the wound would be scratched, so he didn't sleep well all night. He would wake up and hold Yang Donghu's hand at the slightest movement.
Since she couldn't fall asleep anyway, Zhao Luochuan held her husband's warmth in his arms, staring at his sleeping face with a silly smile.
As soon as Yang Donghu opened his eyes, he had a perverted look on his face. He didn't know what Zhao Luochuan was busy with last night. He didn't come back until it was completely dark.
"Why did you wake up so early?" Yang Donghu yawned.
Zhao Luochuan nuzzled Yang Donghu's fair face, taking advantage of her until he spoke: "How can I sleep if you're lying in my arms?"
Look at what dirty talk this is. Just thinking about cheap things so early in the morning.
Yang Donghu turned over, used his elbow to push him, and distanced himself from him: "There is a bed in the east room, you can go and sleep there."
Zhao Luochuan came closer like a spoiled child. The more Yang Donghu avoided him, the more he clung to her. He said with a smile, "That won't do. I think I heard someone say before that they can't sleep without me. I forgot who it was. Hey, Donghu, do you remember who that person was?"
Yang Donghu blushed and covered his ears not wanting to listen, but Zhao Luochuan kept teasing him in his ear, and it was hard for him not to hear. He really couldn't bear it anymore, so he broke free from Zhao Luochuan's arms and turned over to sit up.
"I'm going to get up, can you get up?"
It was already bright outside, and there were still many things to do after getting up. Zhao Luochuan put away his thoughts of teasing and got up with Yang Donghu.
While the two were washing up, they heard Zhao Fangchu's chattering voice coming from the next yard through the wall. With excitement, he was directing his brother to change the Spring Festival couplets.
The red color of the Spring Festival couplets that had been hung on the door for a year had almost faded. Zhao Fangchu took out the Spring Festival couplets he bought from the town and asked his brother to practice hanging them on the door.
The paste for sticking Spring Festival couplets is homemade. Add flour and cold water in a basin to make a thin paste. Boil water in a pot, but don't boil it until it is completely boiling. Stop when the water is half boiling. Pour the prepared paste into the hot water, stirring while adding.
Wait until it cools down completely before applying it to paper, and it will stick more firmly.
In the three years since Zhao Luochuan's father passed away, in order to observe mourning, he did not put up Spring Festival couplets on his door during the Spring Festival. Now that the doors and windows are clean, there is no need to go through the trouble of scraping off the old ones and putting them up again.
Zhao Luochuan used a wet rag to carefully clean the doors and windows, as the dust floating on them would not stick to them.
Except for the main hall and the courtyard gate, the other smaller doors were all pasted with the word "Fu". Zhao Luochuan carefully brushed paste on the back of the Spring Festival couplets, and Yang Donghu stood further away to see if the couplets were straight.
Once the Spring Festival couplets are pasted on the door, they cannot be moved. If you are not careful and find that they are pasted crookedly, you tear them off and paste them again. This will offend the door god and you will have bad luck for the whole year.
Yang Donghu opened his eyes wide and looked carefully, fearing that he would not pay attention and stick it crookedly.
After finally finishing pasting the Spring Festival couplets, Zhao Luochuan asked Yang Donghu to take out the window decorations he had cut earlier and paste them together.
Pasting window flowers does not require as much effort as pasting Spring Festival couplets. You can paste them wherever you want, and it doesn’t matter if they are a little high or low.
As soon as Yang Donghu saw these window grilles, he was reminded of what happened that night. He pasted them on in a hurry and was too embarrassed to look at them any longer.
Zhao Luochuan was very satisfied and nodded uncontrollably at the red on the window: "How beautiful! If you hadn't been unable to bear it that night, we could have cut out two more."
Yang Donghu glared at him, but unfortunately it had no deterrent effect at all. It was like a kitten scratching him with its claws, which made the person feel itchy inside.
Zhao Luochuan was about to say something unpleasant to Yang Donghu when he heard Zhao Fangchu's shouting from outside the house.
"Brother Dong, I'm here."
Yang Donghu grabbed a life-saving straw, pushed Zhao Luochuan away, and went out to see what Zhao Fangchu wanted to talk to him about.
When Zhao Fangchu saw Yang Donghu coming out, he smiled and raised the lid of dumplings in his hand.
"Brother Dong, my mother said that your hand is not healed yet, so it is inconvenient for you to make dumplings. She made a lot and asked me to bring some to you so that you don't have to make them."
Everything can be missing from the New Year’s Eve dinner except dumplings.
Yang Donghu originally thought that it would be just him and Zhao Luochuan eating, so a few dumplings would be enough. But now that Zhu Cuilan had so much food sent over at once, it saved him the trouble.
Yang Donghu took the curtain and said with a smile, "Thank you, Auntie."
"You're welcome."
After the Spring Festival couplets were posted at home, the whole house felt different, as if it was a new house. Zhao Fangchu turned around and was attracted by the window grilles on the windows.
"Brother Dong, you are so amazing. I told you once and you can cut it so well."
Zhao Luochuan walked out of the room upon hearing this, snorted and chuckled, then said smugly, "Come on, no one can learn the few sentences you said. I taught them."
Zhao Fangchu: ………Oh, then you are awesome.
Yang Donghu put the dumplings away and came out. Hearing the two of them talking non-stop around the window paper-cuts, he interrupted and said, "Fang Chu, what are you doing, Auntie?"
Zhao Fangchu walked away from Zhao Luochuan and walked to Yang Donghu's side. "As for the stewed chicken, we used the dried chicken mushrooms we made earlier. It's so delicious. My mother said she'll serve half to you later, so we can have one less dish to cook for the New Year's Eve dinner."
Yang Donghu thought killing a chicken was just a joke, but he didn't expect Zhu Cuilan to actually kill a chicken.
Zhao Fangchu went back not long after staying there, and Yang Donghu also started preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.
This was the first New Year's Eve dinner for the two of them, and Yang Donghu wanted to prepare more so that they could have a good New Year.
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