Chapter 648

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when I got home. The old house of Ling family seemed to have changed. The red lanterns were hung around the eaves and walls, and the words "Daofu" were pasted on the doors and windows, which made me happy.

The snow in the yard has been cleaned, and several big tables have been set up, with more than a dozen pots of dumpling stuffing on the table, and piles of rolled dumpling skins.

Yan San, Yan Qi, Ying Jiu, Ye Peng, Ying 13 have all returned and are making dumplings around the table with Cheng Jia.

"Wash your hands and eat first, and then play after eating." Yan San grabbed Ling Qingyu's magic claw reaching for the dumpling skin and took her to the restaurant.

Hearing the sound of the car, Su Mu had brought chicken soup noodles out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "it's time to cushion your stomach first, and we'll eat it earlier."

The chicken soup was stewed by Sumu killing the live chicken early in the morning. The noodles were rolled out now. Just smelling the aroma made people's appetite open.

After running to the provincial capital and signing so many words, Ling Ma was also a little tired. After eating noodles, she went to have a rest.

Ling Qingyu got up early in the morning. After eating a bowl of chicken soup, he also felt a little tired, but he was unwilling to go up to rest. Yan San carried a recliner and put it under the tree in the yard, covered it tightly for her, and let her take a nap while basking in the sun.

After a while, he Li and the three also came back. Ying shisan went into the kitchen to cook with Su mu, and asked ten of them to pack outside.

Since childhood, Cheng Jia has been well-dressed and well fed. He has always been a gentleman who cooks far away. Only later, when he and Ling Qingyu celebrated the new year in Bianjing, did he participate in the dumpling making activity. Although he is talented, the dumplings he made are really invisible.

However, Yan San and Yan Qi are obviously not good at this. Looking at each one alone, they are very square and strong, but compared with the shadow thirteen shadow nine night spirit, they are immediately inferior.

He Li and Meng Su did it in Dai County, and Zhao Yinfeng did it in the military camp, but the style of the three was a little fierce, and each one was like a steamed bun.

Yang Zhao's dumplings are all very serious. Each one is of ordinary size and appearance. Ye Xi's dumplings are all unique. None of them are exactly the same.

All of them were talking and laughing in a low voice while disdaining each other.

Ling Qingyu fell asleep next to her. From time to time, she looked at her ruddy face and slightly upturned lips, and her heart was filled with happiness. Her voice was much softer and lighter.

The sun slanted westward, and the sound of firecrackers rang out everywhere.

Ling Qingyu rubbed her eyes and sucked her nose. She woke up, smelling the fragrance of vegetables in the courtyard, looking at all kinds of dumplings on the table, and the face with Shulang's happy smile that the men saw.

Ling Qingyu immediately opened her mouth, laughed like a flower, and ran up to grab the rest of the bag, to show that she was also a hardworking and capable excellent wife.

When Meng Su and Zhao Yinfeng came back, they brought back a large TV set and installed it in the living room. All kinds of snacks and fruits were filled with long tea tables and flowers in several large porcelain vases.

There are also two tables in the restaurant. The big table is full of vegetables, and the next table is full of dumplings.

As dusk fell, the colored lights hanging on the roof and eaves of the courtyard walls were lit up with the lights of the lanterns. The warm and soft light lit up the house, and even the moon lost its light.

Su Mu and Ying shisan came up with the last two dishes, sat down in their seats, and then everyone looked at Ling Qingyu with a smile.

Wait for her to say New Year's greetings as before.

Holding the wine cup, Ling Qingyu only felt that her throat was blocked, and she couldn't say a word. Only tears flowed from her happy eyes.

Year after year, when fireworks ring and the hall is full of noise and excitement, her only wish in her heart is to be like this.

Don't be so beautiful, don't be so colorful, don't be admired by all the people, don't be so long-lived

I just want a simple yard, a simple table, and then they are all alive and smiling.

That's all.

"Qingyu..." Yan San put down his glass, stood up, hugged her waist, gently kissed her tearful cheek, and pushed her to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao took over, printed a kiss on the eye, stood away and gave it to Cheng Jia.

One kiss made the tears on her face clean.

After ye soul let go of her.

Ling Qingyu choked and said, "Happy New Year!"

Yes, happy New Year! For us, this is a new year, a new world.

There is no difference, no sorrow, no struggle or sacrifice, only

Happy!

auzw. Ling Ma's tears were inexplicably moist. When her daughter talked to her about what happened there, it should be just a general idea. Now, seeing the deep feelings between them, I'm afraid that the hardships are far from as simple as her daughter said. However, even if it was so simple, she was sad and sad.

Just come back, just come back!

Su Mu and Ying shisan's craftsmanship is good, and they absorb the characteristics here. The cooked dishes taste so good that Ling Qingyu's tongue will swallow them.

Without outsiders, the men also started talking about sex. Somehow, the topic turned to the following wars, which was boiling with blood. It was inevitable that Zhao Yinfeng and Meng Su would despise each other again.

Ling Ma listened next to her, and then she came to her senses. Smelly girl, you didn't tell me that you went there to be a female emperor!

These are the people who will fight for the next world!

Forget it, I'll go to the Spring Festival Gala!

Ling Qingyu ate again and Yan San walked around the yard. The men quickly cleaned up the living room and placed mahjong and card tables around the sofa in front of the TV.

At the beginning of the Spring Festival Gala, Ying Jiu set off a string of firecrackers outside, and three card tables have been opened in the room.

Ling Qingyu came back one step late, and the table was already full of people. She shyly asked them to give her a seat. Yang Zhao was pressed back by He Li just as he was together.

"Darling, you were born in the back and watched your husband win money for you." He Li laughed. If this little rascal comes on, no one will have to play.

Shit! My husband will win whichever of you wins, and my husband will lose whoever loses, okay!

"Yes, Qingyu, go to the program." Ling Ma sat at the table, said with presbyopia glasses, and then said to Su muying jiuyelu, who was playing mahjong with her, "come on, touch the cards, touch the cards!"

Yan San pulled Ling Qingyu, who was ready to play a rogue directly, and sat on the sofa. He helped her knead her stomach, which didn't know how much she had supported. He laughed and said, "OK, take a rest. I'll take revenge for you later."

Ling Ma was old and wanted to watch the program again. After a few rounds, Ling Qingyu directly sat on Yan's three legs and took over Ling Ma's position.

Of course, Yan San plays cards.

After a few rounds, Yan San changed to Yang Zhao and he Liyan Qi's table and drove Zhao Yinfeng to the table of Su muying jiuyelu.

The level is not at the same level, and Zhao Yinfeng is despised.

Zhao Yinfeng easily carried Ling Qingyu on his lap.

"Hum hum! You all dislike me! I'll go to Macao tomorrow!" Ling Qingyu snorted after several instructions that made Zhao Yinfeng lose and Zhao Yinfeng would never listen to her again.

"Good! When are you going?" Zhao Yinfeng turned her face and kissed it, laughing. Macao, he knows, is a fun place to watch in those movies.

"Well." Lingqingyu picked up the cell phone that began to tick and replied to those new year's greetings messages while saying, "why don't we go on the tenth day of the ninth day of the lunar new year? Mom, are you going?"

"OK, I'll go shopping in Hong Kong by the way."

"Buy again?"

From 11:30, the sky of Ningcheng was already bright, and huge fireworks were blooming in the sky of the whole city.

Fire trees and silver flowers never leave the sky.

Ying Jiuhe Yelu got off the card table and put fireworks on the yard and the road outside. Su Mu went to the kitchen and brought out the newly cooked dumplings.

Firecrackers exploded and fireworks exploded in the air, emitting brilliant patterns.

Cheers came from the TV.

The men looked at the smiling woman who looked up at the sky.

The string that has been tight in my heart seems to be relaxed.

Yes, no longer a general, no longer an official, no longer a killer, no longer a guard

Just her man, her husband.

Ling Ma couldn't hold it up and went to bed. Ling Qingyu was held up by Yan San until two o'clock and went to bed.

Yang Zhao took a glass of wine from one side and said to the people in the room, "happy new life."

When everyone laughed, sum put down his broom and took up the wine.

Freshmen... Happy