Chapter 81:

No dreams overnight.
Cheng Huan got up early the next day, preparing the ingredients needed for the New Year's Eve dinner.
Cheng Huan saw a lot of fresh vegetables and various meats in the kitchen when he went to the next bar last night. Jiang Mingyuan said that they were sent by someone. She didn't ask who sent them, but just looking at the quality of those raw materials, she knew All good things.
The preparation before meals is always the most tedious. Cheng Huan cooks porridge in the pot, soaks the beef in cold water, takes out the lamb chops to thaw, cuts pork belly pork and simmers in water to prepare braised pork.
Put the meat in the pot and simmer on a small fire, and the porridge on the other side is almost ready. There is pickled radish delivered at home. Cheng Huan tasted good, crisp and refreshing, and a little sweet. She put some in a bowl , He noodles baked two quiches, and just came out, the father and son came downstairs.
The stars were still dragged down. When they came over, they shook their noses and said they were looking for meat. When they looked at the kitchen and found that all the meat was raw, they couldn't help but feel disappointed.
"Mom, I want to eat meat." The little man pursed his lips.
Cheng Huan patted his head: "You can eat these nights."
"What about noon?"
"We eat chicken noodles at noon."
"Aren't you eating meat?"
"Shredded chicken is meat."
"That's okay." The stars are not satisfied, but there is nothing they can do. After all, the person in charge has the right to speak. The little guy nodded, reluctantly agreed, and asked: "I want to eat chicken legs."
Cheng Huan pulled him to the table, took a bowl of porridge that Jiang Mingyuan handed over, and tore a piece of cake from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat breakfast, stop talking."
"Oh." Xing Xing grabbed the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and finished eating, and then began to express his opinion: "Mom, the cake is delicious!"
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After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan went to wash the dishes, and Cheng Huan began to stew chicken.
The chicken is an old free-range hen in the countryside. The meat is dense and there is not much meat on the body. It is best used for soup.
The chicken broth was being cooked, and the lamb chops were almost frozen. Cheng Huan had no choice but to go over and over a few times to make way for Jiang Mingyuan to come and help chop into pieces.
Jiang Mingyuan has very strong hands, and chopping a lamb chop is quite easy, but his knife work is not good, and the final product comes out in different sizes, and the gap is huge.
Anyway, Cheng Huan didn't care about these. She dumped the sheep aside and started to deal with other things.
There are too many things to get, even if one person helps, Cheng Huan is very busy.
The chicken soup had been boiled down. Cheng Huan used the soup to make three bowls of noodles. After the family had finished eating, they were ready to go to the grave.
Jiang Fu was buried on the mountain. The cemetery was connected by a winding mountain road. The road was not wide, and many cars were parked on the road. The car couldn't squeeze in at all. Several people had to get off the car and walk by.
There is a stall selling chrysanthemums near the cemetery. The flowers are very fresh and expensive. Jiang Mingyuan bought three bunches, and the three of them went to the cemetery with a bunch of flowers.
The cemetery is very large. It was built in accordance with the mountains, low in front and high in the middle. A two-meter wide road was built in the middle. Green cypresses were placed on both sides of the road, but it added life to the cemetery.
Many people come to worship on New Year's Eve, and some people say hello to Jiang Mingyuan along the way. He is a celebrity in this town. Although he hasn't come back often, everyone knows him and wants to get in touch with him. Jiang Mingyuan didn't show much impatience to these people who kept coming together, but he all answered, but no more.
Rao is that Jiang Mingyuan didn't say much to everyone, but because of the large base, it took them nearly half an hour to walk from the gate of the cemetery to Jiang's father's cemetery. Jiang's father's cemetery is behind the cemetery. This piece is obviously more luxurious than the front, and the distance between the two is also far.
Fewer people came here to worship, and the three walked more smoothly. Jiang Mingyuan led the way, and after two minutes, he walked to a tomb.
The area of ​​the grave is not small, about twenty or thirty square meters. A wall surrounding the grave is repaired with pebbles. Inside is a reduced-size double-storey Chinese-style building. At the main entrance of the building is a tombstone. The tombstone says Jiang Father In the middle of the tombstone's name and the time of his death, there is a picture of Jiang's father in front of him.
There are some people here to take care of the cemetery, but they are not so careful in taking the wages. Jiang Weed also has weeds growing around his grave. These grasses have strong vitality. The cold wind in winter has not made them completely yield. .
Jiang Mingyuan walked to the tombstone, put down the bouquet in his hand, went to clean up the weeds, and returned to the tombstone. He took a piece of parchment from his arms and wiped the tombstone, and then kneeled in front of the tombstone: "Dad, Happy New Year. "
He didn't say much. After a few words, he reached out and pulled the stars over.
Xing Xing knelt beside Dad, and stared at the picture on the tombstone. It took a while to figure out what was going on: "Dad, is this grandpa?"
"Yes." Jiang Mingyuan touched his head, his eyes soft, and he let the stars scratch his grandpa's head, whispered a few words, stood up with the child, and pulled Cheng Huan's hand over to the photo on the People said, "Dad, this is my girlfriend, my future wife."
The two were not married, and Cheng Huan didn't need to kneel to Father Jiang, but bowed in front of the tombstone. Jiang Mingyuan looked at her sideways, her eyes filled with gentle smiles. When she stood up, the man turned to his father and said, "I'll take her to give you your wife tea when we get married."
In front of Jiang's father's tomb, Cheng Huan couldn't say anything, only quietly gave him a hand. Jiang Ming didn't respond at all, and stretched out his hands to tighten her hands tighter.
The wind was strong. A few people didn't stay in front of the tombstone for a long time, and then they walked back after speaking. The sky was gloomy when they went back. Many people burned paper in front of the tombstone, and the sound of firecrackers set off. Stars were startled by the sudden sound of firecrackers, hiding in Jiang Mingyuan's arms and holding his head unwilling to come down.
Back at home, Cheng Huan continued to prepare New Year's Eve dinner, Jiang Mingyuan helped, stars scattered around the house, from time to time came to the kitchen to order something, and continued to go out after eating.
Beginning at three in the afternoon, some people have begun to eat New Year's Eve. This custom is to put firecrackers before eating New Year's Eve. In fact, because of fire protection in the mountains, fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited at the foot of the mountain, but the regulations in small places are not so strict, so this rule is usually a piece of paper, and the sound of firecrackers has not stopped since eating.
Xing Xing was very scared of firecrackers at first, but after hearing more, he was not afraid.
Jiang Mingyuan raised his head and said to him, "Our home is too close to the mountain and we cannot put firecrackers."
His house is backed by a mountain forest, and it is dry in winter. If he is not careful, he will cause a forest fire. Jiang Mingyuan has no control over what others do, at least he cannot knowingly commit the crime.
After he had finished speaking, put the peeled shrimp on his plate and wipe the water off his face with his arm. Shrimp are freshly caught and brought over by air. When they are delivered, they are still alive. When they are peeled, they can slip out of their hands and throw your water.
Jiang Mingyuan peeled a pot of shrimp, and the whole person became extremely embarrassed. The well-cut suit was stained with a few dark water stains on his chest, and his hair was wet into a strand, and dripping water was still dripping.
He sighed, stood up holding the plate, and handed the shrimp to Cheng Huan. He washed his hands several times with hand sanitizer. After smelling the smell, he said to Cheng Huan, "I'll take a bath."
Cheng Huan waved at him: "Go, take your son by the way."
On New Year's Eve, there is a sense of eliminating the old and welcoming the new. Cheng Huan lived with his grandfather when he was young. Every 30 years, he had to take a bath and change into new clothes before going to New Year's Eve. When she was young, she would rejoice over the new clothes and delicious things. When she grew up, she would not worry about eating and wearing, but those customs have become a kind of fond memories, which she kept.
Jiang Mingyuan did not have this custom of taking a bath before eating, but Cheng Huan said that he would not object. The father and son took a bath and changed into new clothes. When they went downstairs, Cheng Huan just prepared the last dish.
She put the prepared dishes out on the table, reached for her apron, and Jiang Mingyuan came over to help. The apron was taken off, and Cheng Huan asked him to pick up the chopsticks: "I'll take a bath and wait for dinner."
"Um." Jiang Mingyuan put on an apron on his arm, and lowered his head and pecked her lips gently. "Wait for you."
The next star looked at them with eyes wide open, but said nothing. Cheng Huan was a little embarrassed, shoved him, and turned to run upstairs.
The same was taking a bath and changing to new clothes. Cheng Huan painted a light makeup for herself, looking at the woman with outstanding color in the mirror, she raised her lips and said "Good New Year", then turned and walked downstairs gracefully. .
She is wearing a beige long coat today, with a pair of cropped wide-leg pants of the same color, and her long hair up to the waist is spreading down, looking a little lazy.
When Cheng Huan went down, the cousin whom he had seen before came again, and told them to go to New Year's Eve, and he didn't leave after hearing that he had done it. He had to say that people used to be busy.
Jiang Mingyuan has been politely refusing, but there are countless reasons for his cousin. It was not satisfying until he agreed to eat tomorrow. Jiang Mingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, closed the courtyard door, returned to his home, put a smile on his face, and walked over to sit at the dining table.
The dishes are plentiful. Although considering that the number of people makes a small portion, it is far from what they can eat.
There is a cheerful soundtrack on the TV, and the atmosphere on the table is also lively. Jiang Mingyuan has not had such a reunion-like Spring Festival for many years. He was so excited that he couldn't help drinking more, but he was not drunk. The words have also changed a lot, holding Cheng Huan's hand on the table floor, calling her name after a while, and then looking at her with a smile, Cheng Huan smiling.
After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan took out a red envelope and handed it to the stars: "Come, lucky money, the stars will be healthy and happy next year."
Considering his son's knowledge, Jiang Mingyuan's red envelope was filled with real money, but he didn't have much money. Xingzi took it, opened it and glanced at it with joy, saying thank you dad.
Jiang Mingyuan gave it, Cheng Huan also took out a red envelope, and the two discussed it. The money given was the same, so the star was happy again, holding the two red envelopes in his arms, jumping like a fool.
Cheng Huan leaned beside Jiang Mingyuan to watch his son scurrying, contented and calm. She couldn't help but thank this crossing for giving her the opportunity to experience a different life.
The man next to him stretched his arms around her shoulders, and Cheng Huan leaned into his arms and didn't care. Who knows that a red seal will be delivered to you in the next second, and the man whispered, "I will give you New Year's money."
Cheng Huan glanced at him with a smile: "What new year money do I want."
Jiang Mingyuan put the red envelope in her hand, clutched people from behind, and said to her ear, "I give it, of course you can."
"You ..." Cheng Huan paused and said nothing else. She picked up the red envelope, got upstairs, and came down a short time later. She took a red envelope of similar style and gave it to him: "For you, Be healthy and safe next year, and make more money. "
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan took the red envelope, pulled her hand and kissed in the palm of his hand: "Make money to support you."
"No, I can support myself." Cheng Huan whispered, pulled out his hand, took off his jacket, pulled up his cuffs, and went to wash the dishes.
"Come on, you have a busy day to rest." Jiang Mingyuan suppressed her, got up and walked over to carry the pile of dirty dishes.
He washes dishes in the kitchen, Cheng Huan wiped the table, washed his hands after washing, and found a clean cloth to wipe the dishes that Jiang Mingyuan had washed.
Neither of them said anything, but the actions cooperated tacitly, and occasionally the eyes staggered to reveal some sweet taste.
The last bowl was washed, Jiang Mingyuan wiped his hands, rubbed the woman's waist from behind, sniffed the fragrance in her hair, and murmured, "I'm so happy."