New Year's Eve The next

day, just after breakfast, there was a knock on the door. Liang Qingqing was annoyed by the persistent knocking. Her eyebrows were wrinkled, and she raised her arm and swung to the man beside her. The quilt slid down slightly with her movements, revealing her beautiful back full of red plums.

"Fan Yanxing, go open the door!"

She said this almost with gritted teeth. Her voice was still hoarse and hazy. Her impatient tone made him wake up instantly. He suddenly got up from the bed, first touched her head soothingly, and saw that she had hidden in the quilt again and fell asleep, then quickly put on his clothes and ran out.

His shoes left marks on the snowy ground. He just glanced at them, secretly making a note to come and sweep the snow later, then he unlocked the gate and met the eyes of Liang Junqiang standing outside.

"You just got up?" Liang Junqiang looked at Fan Yanxing in front of him hesitantly. Although he simply scratched his messy hair when he came out, the overall feeling he gave was unmistakable.

He looked at the sky with the scorching sun overhead and silently withdrew his gaze.

Fan Yanxing clenched his fist uncomfortably and coughed lightly. He did not answer Liang Junqiang's words, but went straight to the point: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, right." Liang Junqiang remembered the purpose of his visit and quickly said: "My mother asked me to come and ask you to make rice cakes. They taste better when they are freshly out of the oven."

Making rice cakes has always been one of the customs that every household in Changbei Province must do before the Spring Festival. Everyone contributes money and tickets collectively and gathers together to make rice cakes. After that, the number is divided according to the household registration. Those with more people get more, and those with fewer people get less. It is fair and just.

People choose a sunny day, put the steamed glutinous rice into a stone trough, apply a little oil on the wooden hammer, and beat it. The more they beat, the finer the dough will be. Finally, they divide it into small pieces and evenly place it on the table. Then put another table on it and press it into a round cake shape. It's done.

The last part is the favorite of children. They will rush to ask adults to help them climb onto the table, jump hard, and compete to see who can press out the rounder and bigger rice cake.

When all the rice cakes are pressed out, you can go home with the fragrant rice cakes, and eat them fried in oil, grilled over charcoal, boiled in water...

All kinds of ways to eat, no matter which one can capture everyone's stomach.

"Okay, we'll be there soon. You go first, second brother." Fan Yanxing vaguely remembered that Ma Xiuzhi had mentioned that they would make rice cakes today, and he kept talking about going with Liang Qingqing to help. However, he had so much fun last night that he forgot about it. He couldn't help but touch his nose in annoyance.

"Hurry up, there were already a lot of people when I just came." Liang Junqiang urged, and then he ran away.

Fan Yanxing closed the gate, not caring about sweeping the snow, and rushed to the kitchen to boil hot water, then simply cooked two bowls of noodles, and then went to the room to wake Liang Qingqing up.

She becomes particularly sleepy in winter. During holidays, she stays in bed as long as she can. No matter who tries to persuade her, she will lose her temper, especially when facing Fan Yanxing who follows her will.

Just like at this moment, Fan Yanxing was whispering to her to get up, but she buried her head in the quilt, pretending not to hear and continued to sleep. He could only smile helplessly and patted the quilt twice, "It's time to make rice cakes, haven't you always wanted to go and see the excitement?"

Hearing this, the head in the quilt moved, and then a pair of sleepy eyes were revealed. Her brows were wrinkled as if in a knot, and after a long pause, she reluctantly stretched out her hands from the quilt, motioning him to pick her up to get up.

Fan Yanxing leaned down to let her arms wrap around him smoothly, then he pulled her out of the quilt with a little force, lowered his head and kissed her lips, "Lazy cat, you actually got up."

She turned her head away suddenly, pouted her lips and said in disgust, "Oh, I haven't brushed my teeth or washed my face yet, who allowed you to call me that, it's so disgusting."

"Where's the disgust? I think it's pretty good." He said this, but he repeated it twice in his heart. He felt that he was indeed a little disgusted, so he coughed lightly and changed the subject: "I ate charcoal-grilled rice cakes once last year. It tasted good. It would be more fragrant if you add some honey."

Hearing the word honey, Liang Qingqing shuddered subconsciously and reached out to cover his mouth. A thin red line slowly climbed up the tip of his ear. "I don't want to hear it in the short term ." This thing."

Seeing this, Fan Yanxing knew what she was thinking of. He didn't want to make her angry at this juncture, so he pretended to be clueless and nodded, "Then eating roasted ones is also good."

The two discussed how to make rice cakes while packing up and went out as quickly as possible. When they arrived at the open space at the entrance of the village, they saw a group of people gathered together from a distance. The air was full of the fragrance of glutinous rice, which made people drool.

At the highest point, Songzi and a group of children were jumping on the table with bright smiles on their faces.

"Stay in bed again?"

Seeing that the couple was late for sex, Ma Xiuzhi couldn't help but pull Liang Qingqing's hand and whispered a joke. The latter dared not talk back, and could only hug her arm intimately and beg for mercy. Fortunately, Ma Xiuzhi knew what kind of person she was, and didn't continue to tease her in front of so many people. She sent Fan Yanxing to help among the men and let her stand beside her to watch the fun.

Seeing that Songzi had just got off the table not long ago, he couldn't wait to climb onto the table again. Liang Qingqing couldn't help but shout to him to be careful. After hearing this, Songzi smiled and shouted back to her: "Aunt, I will definitely let you eat the biggest and roundest rice cake."

"Okay!" Liang Qingqing's eyes curved, and she was completely relieved when she saw Liang Shuqiang protecting the little guy beside the table.

"If you like, just have one yourself. I see you've been married to Yanxing for so long, why is there still no movement in your belly?" Ma Xiuzhi glanced at Songzi, then at Liang Qingqing, who was still slim and slender. As a mother, she couldn't help but worry, and couldn't help nagging, "Give birth earlier and recover earlier, there are always more advantages than disadvantages."

"It's only been a short time, I've said that children should be left to nature, maybe they will come someday? We're not in a hurry, we're still young." Liang Qingqing was very open-minded about this

matter. After a perfunctory remark, she concentrated on watching the process of making rice cakes. Fortunately, Ma Xiuzhi only mentioned it and didn't interrupt to induce labor. Seeing that Liang Qingqing didn't want to talk about it, she stopped talking.

The rice cake making was over in the afternoon. After each household lined up to take the freshly baked rice cake home, they dispersed.

Liang Qingqing and Fan Yanxing followed the Liang family back home, lit a brazier in the kitchen, took out the iron rack that was only used during the New Year, and put the rice cake on it. After a while, the white and tender rice cake began to swell up with small bubbles and slowly turned into a brown color.

Fan Yanxing brought back a few pounds of pork the day before yesterday, and it happened to be salted at this time. He put it next to the rack and grilled it over charcoal. Liang Qingqing also asked him to wash a few potatoes and peppers and sprinkle them with seasonings. It was so fragrant.

Ma Xiuzhi looked at her family members eating with their mouths full of grease and smiled unconsciously. The conditions at home are getting better and better. Who would have thought that a year ago they would be happy for several days just to have an egg?

The eldest is now with the village secretary, helping to copy some documents and notices, and can earn a few extra dollars every month.

The second is learning a craft from a carpenter, and has begun to take on some odd jobs, plus work points, so he lives a carefree life, at least much better than before.

Needless to say, the third is the most promising one in the family, with a good job, a good marriage, and a filial son. He treats his father-in-law and mother-in-law like his own children, and gives them money and gifts every now and then. The

days are getting more promising day by day, and she and Lao Liang are almost too happy to know what to do. They have no regrets in this life, and only hope that every child is healthy and happy.

On New Year's Eve, Liang Qingqing got up early for the rare occasion. She and Fan Yanxing put on new red clothes, cleaned the house inside and out, and pasted Spring Festival couplets and blessing characters.

"I'll light the fire, I'll light the fire." Liang Qingqing emphasized twice in a row, and Fan Yanxing handed the match to her hesitantly, and kept reminding her, "Be careful, don't blow yourself up."

"I'm not stupid, I'll run after I light the fire." Her eyes were filled with unconcealed excitement. Before lighting the fire, she looked back at him and smiled at him, "Don't worry."

Fan Yanxing stood behind her, watching the girl with two braids smiling at him, and his heart suddenly beat faster, beating as if it was about to fly out of his chest.

She rarely wore such bright colors. The last time she wore it was on her wedding day. The red cotton shirt set off her delicate skin, which was no less beautiful than the snow on the eaves. Her lips were red and her teeth were white. She was as gorgeous as fire, like a red rose blooming in the snow, which made people unable to take their eyes away.

He just came to his senses and saw her lighting firecrackers and running towards him screaming. Fan Yan acted faster than he thought. He quickly reached out to catch her and hugged her tightly. He felt very comfortable holding her soft body.

"I told you, I won't blow myself up." Amid the deafening sound of firecrackers, she whispered to him, her delicate chin raised slightly, with a kind of proud arrogance, her fair cheeks flushed slightly, making her look even more charming.

Fan Yanxing nodded in amusement and agreed: "I knew you were the best."

This trick of coaxing a child made Liang Qingqing too embarrassed to face people, so she simply blocked her ears and quietly watched the firecrackers explode in front of her eyes. The pungent smell of gunpowder surged up to her nose, which was a symbol of a beautiful festival.

The two let the red firecracker paper lie in the yard, ready to clean it up after the festival, and walked side by side to the Liang family. Logically, the newly married couple should cook the New Year's Eve dinner at home, but after discussing, they decided to have a lively New Year's Eve dinner and stay up late together, not wanting to pay attention to those unnecessary rules.

No rules are better than being happy.

Everyone in the kitchen had been busy for a long time, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, and watching the fire, so busy that they had no time to rest. When they saw them coming, they found a place to help without being asked. Even Songzi moved a small stool to the side to pick vegetables, and his little hands moved back and forth, looking quite decent. New Year's Eve

dinner is one of the highlights of the Spring Festival. The best food of the year will be served. Everyone attaches great importance to it, fearing that something will go wrong.

As night falls, the whole family sits together, raises their glasses and makes wishes.