Meng Ying took everything from Jian Shu and said with a smile, "I originally prepared eight dishes, and with these two, there are ten dishes now. It's perfect, and the meaning is really good."
After bringing everything into the kitchen, Meng Ying put on an apron and began to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.
Jianshu and Zhao Yueling also went in to help.
Seeing them come in, Meng Ying did not refuse. Every year, everyone prepared the New Year’s Eve dinner together, and no one would wait to eat plain rice.
"Shushu, you cut the vegetables, Lingling wash them, and I'll cook them. Let's divide the work and cooperate." Meng Ying divided the work between the two.
Although Zhao Tianrui was small, he was not idle either. He squatted beside and helped his sister wash the vegetables. Whether they were washed clean or not was one thing, but participating was what mattered.
You can't stop him from doing something just because he doesn't do it well. Once he gets used to it, he won't want to do it anymore.
Jianshu fully agrees with the Zhao family's philosophy of educating their children. In her opinion, children should be taught to work from an early age and should not be allowed to just sit back and wait for food and clothes to be provided for them.
Of course, we only do safe things, like cutting vegetables so that he doesn't get his hands dirty, but safety issues still need to be paid attention to.
Several people were busy in the kitchen. Although making so many dishes was a very troublesome task, it was interesting and happy to have someone accompany them.
Not long after, there was the sound of a key opening the door. Meng Ying heard it and said to Zhao Shuling, who was closest to the door, "Lingling, check to see if your father is back."
Zhao Shuling put down the radish in her hand, walked out of the kitchen, and saw Zhao Mingze closing the door.
"Dad, you're back." Zhao Shuling shouted.
"Lingling, where is your mother? And has your sister Shu come?" Zhao Mingze walked over and touched her hair and asked.
"Mom is cooking, and Sister Shu is helping her."
Zhao Mingze walked to the kitchen door, greeted, and said, "I'll go change my clothes and come over to help."
"Okay, go ahead. There's a set of clothes on the bed. Shushu made it for you. Try it on and see if it fits you." Meng Ying said without raising her head.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Zhao Mingze walked towards the bedroom happily, a little impatient.
Soon he came over wearing clothes, his hands constantly touching the clothes.
"Oh, it's pretty good. You wear military uniform every day, and I'm tired of seeing it. You rarely wear the clothes I buy for you, so you can't keep them in the bottom of the closet this time, okay?" Meng Ying heard the noise and walked out of the kitchen to look around.
Zhao Mingze said, "I will definitely wear what Shushu made. I will wear it every day."
"You wear it every day, and your clothes will smell of sweat every day. Don't worry, they will make people faint." Meng Ying complained.
"You, the children are still here, what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Mingze said embarrassedly.
"Alright, alright, go change out of these clothes and help in the kitchen. You didn't help with making dumplings earlier, so now you're cooking."
Zhao Mingze was a little reluctant to take it off at first, but when he heard that he was going to cook, he immediately changed his mind. Cooking would produce fumes, and he didn't want his new clothes to get dirty.
After Zhao Mingze entered the kitchen, she took over from Meng Ying and started cooking, but she was not idle either, helping out on the side.
Fortunately, the Zhao family’s kitchen is quite large, otherwise the five people would not be able to turn around if squeezed in.
As the aroma of the meat became stronger and stronger, Zhao Tianrui put down the dish in his hand, walked to Meng Ying involuntarily, and looked into the pot on tiptoe.
Meng Ying was worried that he would get burned, so she quickly asked him to stand further away. Zhao Tianrui also obediently moved away.
But he was still a child after all, and he couldn't resist the temptation. After a while, he couldn't help but walk forward.
Zhao Shuling, who was standing by, quickly carried him out, repeatedly emphasizing that he should not enter the kitchen. Still a little worried, she simply sat at the kitchen door while washing vegetables, just in time to watch him.
Zhao Tianrui, who was blocked, had no choice but to move a small stool and sit at the kitchen door, staring eagerly, waiting for dinner to be served, swallowing his saliva from time to time.
Seeing his greedy and pitiful look, which made the people in the kitchen laugh, Zhao Mingze also sped up the cooking.
In fact, it wasn't just Zhao Tianrui. Everyone was hungry, but they were all grown up and had self-control.
After the vegetables were washed and cut, Jianshu and Zhao Yueling left the kitchen and sat on the sofa holding Zhao Tianrui to watch TV.
But they were all absent-minded, looking towards the kitchen from time to time.
"Dinner is ready." Meng Ying walked out and shouted, holding stewed mutton with radish in one hand and braised pork in the other.
Jianshu and Zhao Yueling also hurried into the kitchen to help serve the dishes, and pushed Zhao Tianrui, who was about to follow, to the side of the dining table.
All the dishes were served on the table, and ten dishes filled up the entire table.
In the past, if I were to use Jianshu, I would have to take out my phone and take dozens of photos to post on WeChat Moments. But now, I can only enjoy it by myself.
Today's New Year's Eve dinner is very sumptuous: stewed lamb with radish, braised pork, braised carp, four-happiness meatballs, stewed chicken with hazel mushrooms, braised squid, five-spice peanuts, mustard dumplings, plus the roast duck and braised food platter brought by Jianshu, it is perfect.
The staple foods are steamed buns and rice, you can eat whatever you want.
After setting the table, everyone sat in their seats.
Zhao Mingze sat at the head of the table, looked at the people at the table, and said with some sadness: "Last year, there were six of us having dinner together, but I didn't expect that there would be one less person this year."
Last year's New Year's Eve, Jianshu and his daughter spent it with the Zhao family of four, but Zhao Tianlei was not at home.
The laughter and joy of that time seem to be still in front of my eyes, but I didn’t expect that everything would change in just one year.
Meng Ying kicked him hard under the table and glared at him.
You don't even consider the occasion when speaking. It's New Year's Day. Won't you make the child sad by saying this?
Zhao Mingze felt pain in his foot. He turned his head and saw Meng Ying's fierce eyes. He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.
Looking at Jianshu, who was looking down and feeling a little depressed, he quickly said, "Shushu, it's all Uncle Zhao's fault for bringing up your sad story."
"It's okay, Uncle Zhao. I'm so happy that you remember my father. How could I blame you?" Although Jian Yucheng is gone, he still lives in the hearts of many people, and many people still care about him.
Seeing Jianshu slowly coming out, Zhao Mingze said happily, "Okay, okay, it's good that Shushu has figured it out. Uncle Zhao is here. Remember, you are never alone."
Jianshu's eyes were a little red. The love and care Zhao Mingze and Meng Ying gave her was no less than that given to her own children. It was also because of them that she always had the confidence to face everything.
Seeing the tears in Jian Shu's eyes, Meng Ying quickly said, "Alright, alright, it's New Year's Day, we should all be happy. Come and eat, don't starve."
It’s New Year’s Day, don’t make your children cry.
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