Huang Qingning ignored the other party, turned around and ran into the kitchen.
Yang's mother didn't care and warmly invited Yun Mo to come inside and sit down.
Yun Mo smiled and declined, "No, there is still work at home. I will go and say a few words to my cousin and then go back."
"Okay, you sisters chat, I'll go back to the house and put things away."
"good."
After Yang's mother entered the house, Yun Mo turned around and went to the kitchen.
"Sister, I heard everything just now. That damn old woman is such a bully. She scolded you like that for the Chinese New Year. If Mom knew about it, I don't know how sad she would be."
Huang Qingning was really angry, his eyes were red.
Huang Qinghe looked at his sister and said, "Don't tell mom about this. You came just in time to help me add some firewood."
"What the heck, why are you doing it alone when we have a whole family to eat? Sister, stop doing it and come home with us to eat. They like it as much as they like."
Yun Mo was originally guarding the door to prevent Yang's mother from coming over and hearing something, but when she heard Huang Qingning urging Huang Qinghe to return to her parents' house, she had to go in.
"cousin."
Seeing Yun Mo, surprise and embarrassment flashed across Huang Qinghe's face, but he quickly concealed his emotions.
"Momo is here too."
"Well, cousin, let me help you add firewood. Do you want a big fire or a small fire?"
"Just a small fire will do."
Yun Mo is not very good at cooking the earthen stoves in rural areas, but adding firewood is not difficult for her.
She picked up two thumb-thick sticks and stuffed them into the stove. The sticks were dried in the sun and burned quickly.
Yun Mo straightened up, looked at Huang Qinghe who was in a hurry, looked at the messy stove, and the meatballs that didn't look very good, and couldn't help but lament the difficulty of being a rural wife.
"Cousin, let me help you."
"No, no, no, don't get your clothes dirty."
"It's okay. If your clothes are dirty, just wash them and they'll be clean."
Yun Mo picked up the bamboo fence and scooped up the fried tofu fruit. When Huang Qingning saw it, he also sat down behind the stove to help light the fire.
With the help of two people, Huang Qinghe quickly fried the tofu fruit and glutinous rice cake.
Huang Qinghe took a big bowl, filled some fried tofu fruits and glutinous rice cakes, and cut two pieces of sausage for Yun Mo and Huang Qingning to take back.
"If the meatballs are fried to a crisp, I won't give them to you to avoid making your parents laugh."
Huang Qingning couldn't help but twist a meatball and stuff it into his mouth. While chewing, he muttered, "It's just a bit mushy on the outside, but it's still edible on the inside."
His sister's comfort made Huang Qinghe feel much better, "Okay, mom's fried meatballs are much more delicious than mine. You go home and eat more."
On the way back, Yun Mo reminded Huang Qingning again.
"Don't tell your uncle, grandma, and others about what happened today. Don't make everyone unhappy during the Chinese New Year."
"I understand, cousin."
Huang Qingning said gloomily: "Actually, what can I do if I say it? My parents can't go to Yang's house to do anything. My sister is pretty good. Some daughters-in-law not only have to be scolded, but they also have to serve the whole family.
There are several people, old and young.
The old woman surnamed Yang was dissatisfied that my sister went out to work with her brother-in-law and did not serve her at home, so she deliberately picked on and made trouble for my sister.
She didn’t even think about it, my sister couldn’t earn a penny at home, but she still had to spend money. She went out with my brother-in-law and could bring home two hundred yuan a year, so why should she be dissatisfied.”
Yun Mo couldn't answer this question.
Since ancient times, the problem of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has been an eternal problem. She has never experienced it, but she is also glad that she does not have to experience it.
When the two of them returned home, cold dishes were already placed on the table in the main room. In the kitchen, Lingchuan was wearing an apron and cutting carp flowers, preparing to make a braised fish.
In the cooking pot on the stove, dried ham and bamboo shoots are stewing and an old hen is being stewed. When the soup is ready, pick up the chicken and put the croquettes into the soup to cook. These are two dishes.
"It's time to eat!"
At 5:30, with a loud shout, the Huang family came out of each house one after another.
Five cold dishes, six hot dishes, three snacks, plus a bottle of Wuliangye and a large bottle of orange soda.
Huang Jianjun looked at the sumptuous table of dishes and suddenly wiped away tears, which shocked everyone.
"Boss, why are you crying during the Chinese New Year?"
"I'm not crying..." Huang Jianjun replied, wiping his eyes constantly, "I'm so happy. In all my life, I've never had such a good New Year's Eve dinner. I couldn't even dream of it.
, I’m not dreaming, am I?”
Huang Kailin reached out and knocked a millet on his head.
Huang Jianjun covered his head in pain, "Dad, why did you hit me!?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Of course it hurts."
How about I give you a try? Of course, Huang Jianjun only dared to curse this in his heart and did not dare to say it out loud.
Huang Kailin Yile said, "It hurts, but dreaming doesn't hurt."
"..."
Huang Zhiqiu looked at the father and son dumbfounded, "Okay, let's sit down and eat. The food will get cold in a while."
The elders sit at the top, the younger ones sit at the bottom, and everyone finds their own place.
After sitting down, Yun Mo signaled Lingchuan to open Wuye Liang.
Yang Xinghua was worried about the price of the wine, "It's better not to open the wine, they don't like drinking either..."
Huang Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Drink some. Momo and Xiaoling brought it all the way from Jiang City, so they have to have a taste."
"Auntie is right. Even though I am not a good drinker, I can still drink a small glass."
"I want to drink too."
As soon as Huang Qingning finished speaking, Liu Zhi slapped her in the eyes, "You kid, why are you just joining in the fun? You drink soda."
Huang Qingning pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, "I want to have a taste too."
In the end, Huang Kailin spoke, "Xiaoyu, go get some more wine glasses. Let everyone pour a little and have a taste."
"okay!"
As soon as the bottle cap was opened and before the wine was poured, the room was filled with the rich aroma of wine.
"It smells so good. No wonder this wine is so expensive. Just smelling it makes me feel drunk."
Huang Qingning said with a red face. He looked like he was drunk, but in fact it was because he was too excited.
Lingchuan stood up and poured wine into everyone's glasses one by one.
The wine glass is made of moso bamboo a little thicker than your thumb, and one cup is only one mouthful.
After the round of wine was poured and Lingchuan returned to his seat, Huang Kailin rubbed his hands with some restraint, "Our family has never been as particular as today, Momo, do you want to drink first or eat the food first?"
Yun Mo picked up a chicken leg and put it into Huang Kailin's bowl, "Grandpa, eat the food first and then drink the wine, otherwise you will get drunk before eating."
"Okay, let's eat the vegetables first. Eat, everyone will eat."
“The fish cooked by my cousin-in-law is so delicious, it’s not fishy at all!”
“My cousin’s braised goose is also delicious, fragrant and chewy!”
"Grandma's cured bacon is really fragrant. It's more fragrant than any meat I've ever eaten. Grandma, please teach me some other time."
Yang Xinghua was amused by Yun Mo's words, "What's there to learn? When you go back, I'll get you some more, and you can take it back and eat it slowly."
Yun Mo waved her hand, "Grandma, it's better to teach people how to fish than to teach them how to fish."
"This is bacon, not fish."
Yun Mo motioned to Huang Qingning, "Qingning, please explain the meaning of this sentence to grandma."