The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 81.081
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No dreams for a night.
The next day, Cheng Huan got up early to prepare the ingredients needed for the New Year’s Eve dinner.
When I went to the next article last night, Cheng Huan saw a lot of fresh vegetables and various meats in the kitchen. Jiang Mingyuan said that they were sent by someone. She didn't ask who sent them, but just look at the quality of the raw materials. , You know that they are all good things.
Preparation work before meals is always the most cumbersome. Cheng Huan puts the porridge in the pot, soaks the beef in cold water, thawed the lamb chops, cuts the pork belly into pieces and blanched them, ready to make braised pork.
Put the meat with water and put it in a pot on a low heat, and the porridge on the other side is almost ready. There are pickled radishes from home. Cheng Huan tasted it and it tasted good, crisp and refreshing, and slightly sweet. She picked out some Put them in a bowl, and bake two omelets with the dough. As soon as they came out, the father and son came down from the upper floor.
The star was still led to jump down. When he came over, he raised his nose and said that he was looking for meat to eat, but when he went to the kitchen, he found that all the meat was raw, and felt disappointed.
"Mom, I want to eat meat." The little guy pouted.
Cheng Huan patted his head: "You can eat it these nights."
"What about noon?"
"Let's eat chicken noodles at noon."
"Don't you eat meat?"
"Shredded chicken is meat."
"Okay, then." The stars are not satisfied, but there is no way. After all, the person in charge has the right to speak. The little guy nodded, reluctantly agreed, and asked again: "I still want to eat chicken legs."
Cheng Huan took him to the dining table, took the bowl of porridge that Jiang Mingyuan handed over, and tore a piece of cake from the plate and put it in his mouth: "Eat breakfast, stop talking."
"Oh." The star grabbed the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, chew, chew, and finish eating, and then began to express his opinion: "Mom, the cake is delicious!"
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After eating, Jiang Mingyuan went to wash the dishes, and Cheng Huan started to stew the chicken.
The chicken is an old hen that is raised in the countryside. The meat is tight and there is not much meat on the body. It tastes the best when used to make soup.
The chicken soup is boiling, and the lamb chops are almost melted into ice. Cheng Huan has no choice but to look around for a few laps, get out of position, and ask Jiang Mingyuan to come and help chop into pieces.
Jiang Mingyuan's hand is very strong, and it's easy to chop a lamb chop, but he is not good at knives, and the final products come out in different sizes, and the gap is huge.
Anyway, Cheng Huan didn't care about it at home, so he put the sheep aside and started to deal with other things.
There are so many things to get, even if there is someone to help, Cheng Huan is busy enough.
The chicken soup has been boiled, and Cheng Huan used the soup to make three bowls of noodles. After the family finished eating, they were ready to go to the grave.
Father Jiang was buried on the mountain. The cemetery was connected by a winding road. The road was not wide. There were many cars parked on the road. The cars couldn't get in at all. Several people had to get off the car and walk over.
There is a stall selling chrysanthemums near the cemetery. The flowers are fresh and expensive. Jiang Mingyuan bought three bunches, and three of them walked into the cemetery holding a bunch of flowers.
The area of the cemetery is huge. It was built in accordance with the mountainous terrain. The front is low and the back is high. A two-meter-wide path was built in the middle. There are green cypresses on both sides of the road, which adds to the vitality of the cemetery.
Many people came to worship on New Year's Eve, and there were people who greeted Jiang Mingyuan along the way. He is regarded as a celebrity in this small town. Although he has not come back many times, everyone knows him and wants to establish a relationship with him. Jiang Mingyuan didn't show much impatience for these people who came in endlessly. He responded when they came, but there were 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 the cemetery of Jiang's father. Father Jiang’s cemetery is behind the cemetery. This area is obviously more luxurious than the front, and the distance between the two is also far away.
There are a lot less people who come to worship in this area, and the three of them also walk more smoothly. Jiang Mingyuan led the way, and two minutes later, he walked to a tomb.
The area of the tomb is not small, about 20 to 30 square meters. A wall was built around the tomb with pebbles. Inside is a reduced version of a double-storey Chinese-style small building. At the front entrance of the small building is a tombstone with the tombstone written on it. Bearing the name of Jiang's father and the time of his birth and death, in the middle above the tombstone, there is a picture of Jiang's father inlaid in front of him.
There is a special person to take care of the cemetery, but the wages are not so careful in the end. Some weeds grow around Father Jiang’s grave. The vitality of these grasses is tenacious, and the cold winter wind did not make them completely succumb. Still head up.
Jiang Mingyuan walked to the tombstone, put down the bouquet in his hand, went to clean the weeds, and returned to the tombstone, took a veil from his arms and wiped the tombstone clean, and then knelt down in front of the tombstone: "Dad, a good Chinese New Year."
He didn't talk much. After a few simple words, he reached out and pulled the star over.
Xingxing knelt beside his father ignorantly, staring at the photo on the tombstone, and it took a while to figure out what was going on: "Dad, is this grandpa?"
"Yes." Jiang Mingyuan touched his head with gentle eyes. He let Xingxing kowtow to his grandfather, said a few words in a low voice, took the child to his feet, and took Cheng Huan's hand. The person on the photo said: "Dad, this is my girlfriend and future wife."
The two were not married. Cheng Huan didn't need to kneel to Jiang's father, only bowed in front of the tombstone. Jiang Mingyuan looked at her sideways with a gentle smile in his eyes. When she straightened up, the man turned to his father and said, "When we get married, I will bring her to give you tea for your daughter-in-law."
In front of Jiang's father's tomb, Cheng Huan couldn't say anything, and only quietly pinched him. Jiang Mingyuan didn't react at all on his face, and reached out to hold her hand tighter.
The wind was strong. A few people didn't stay in front of the tombstone for too long, and then walked back after speaking. When they returned, the sky was gloomy. Many people burned paper in front of the tombstone, and there was the sound of firecrackers. Xingxing was startled by the sudden sound of firecrackers, and hid in Jiang Mingyuan's arms, clutching his head, unwilling to come down.
Back home, Cheng Huan continued to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, Jiang Mingyuan helped, the stars scurrying around the room, from time to time to the kitchen to order something to eat, after eating, continue to go out.
Starting at three o’clock in the afternoon, some people have started eating New Year’s Eve dinner one after another. It’s a custom to set off firecrackers before eating the New Year’s Eve dinner. In fact, fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed at the foot of the mountain because of fire prevention in mountains and forests. However, the supervision of small places is not so strict. Therefore, this regulation is usually just a piece of paper.
At first, the stars were afraid of the firecrackers, so after listening to them, they would not be afraid anymore, and asked his own family enthusiastically.
Jiang Mingyuan raised his head and said to him, "Our house is too close to the mountain to set off firecrackers."
His house is backed by the mountains and forests, and the weather is dry in winter. If you are not careful, you will catch fires in the mountains and forests. Jiang Mingyuan can't control what others do, at least he can't know why.
After he finished speaking, he put the peeled shrimp on the plate and wiped the water off his face with his arm. The prawns are freshly caught and transported by air. When they are delivered, they are still alive and kicking. When they are peeled, they can slip out of your hands without paying attention, and then throw your body full of water.
Jiang Mingyuan peeled a pot of shrimps, and the whole person became extremely embarrassed. The chest of the well-cut suit was stained with a few dark water stains, and the hair was wet into strands, still dripping.
He sighed, stood up with a plate and handed the shrimp to Cheng Huan. After washing his hands with hand sanitizer several times, he smelled and smelled, and said to Cheng Huan, "I'll take a shower."
Cheng Huan waved at him: "Go, take my son by the way."
New Year’s Eve has the meaning of removing the old and welcoming the new year. When Cheng Huan was a child, he lived with his grandfather. Every time on New Year’s Eve, he took a bath and changed into new clothes before going to eat New Year’s Eve dinner. When she was a child, she would rejoice with the new clothes and delicious things. When she grows up, she will not worry about food and clothing, but those customs have become a kind of fond memory, which she retains.
Jiang Mingyuan did not have this custom of taking a bath before eating, but Cheng Huan said he would not object. The father and son took a bath and changed into new clothes. When they went downstairs, Cheng Huan just took the last dish. Do it well.
She brought out the cooked dishes and put them on the table, reached out to untie her apron, and Jiang Mingyuan saw it and came to help. The apron was taken off, and Cheng Huan asked him to get the dishes and chopsticks: "I'll take a bath, and I can eat later."
"Hmm." Jiang Mingyuan put an apron on his arm, lowered his head and pecked her lips: "Wait for you to come down."
The star next to him looked at them with wide eyes, but didn't say anything. Cheng Huan was a little embarrassed, pushed him a bit, turned and ran upstairs.
It was the same as taking a shower and putting on new clothes. Cheng Huan painted herself a light makeup. Looking at the beautiful woman in the mirror, she raised her lips and said "Happy New Year", then turned around, gracefully Go downstairs.
She is wearing a beige long coat today with a pair of nine-point wide-leg pants of the same color. The long hair that reaches the waist is scattered, looking a little lazy.
When Cheng Huan went down, the cousin he had seen before came again and asked them to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner. He said that he did not leave after he had done it. He had to say that the past was so crowded.
Jiang Mingyuan has always refused politely, but cousin always has countless reasons. It was not satisfactory until he agreed to eat tomorrow. After sending the people away, Jiang Mingyuan exhaled, closed the courtyard door, returned home, with a smile on his face again, and walked over to sit on the dining table.
The dishes are very rich, although considering the number of people to make is not large, it is far from what they can eat.
There was a cheerful soundtrack on the TV, and the atmosphere on the table was also lively. Jiang Mingyuan had not had such a reunion atmosphere for the Spring Festival in many years. He was so excited that he couldn't make him drink too much, but he was not so drunk, but somewhat Slightly drunk, he talked a lot more, holding Cheng Huan's hand on the table, and calling her name after a while, and then watching her smile, the smile of Cheng Huan was itchy.
After eating, Jiang Mingyuan took out a red envelope and handed it to the stars: "Come on, the New Year's money, the stars will also be healthy and happy next year."
Considering his son’s knowledge, Jiang Mingyuan’s red envelope contains real money, not much money, so fooling the little guy is enough. Xingxing took it happily, opened a glance, smiled happily, and said thank you dad.
Jiang Mingyuan gave it, and Cheng Huan took out a red envelope. The two discussed and gave the same money, so Xingxing was happy again, holding the two red envelopes in his arms and jumping around like a little fool .
Cheng Huan leaned against Jiang Mingyuan to watch her son scurry, feeling contented and calm in her heart. She couldn't help but thank this crossing for giving her the opportunity to experience a different kind of life.
The man next to her stretched his arm around her shoulder, Cheng Huan leaned in his arms, and didn't care. Who knows that in the next second a red envelope will be handed to his eyes, and the man whispered: "Give you New Year's Eve money."
Cheng Huan glanced at him with a smile: "What kind of New Year money do I want."
Jiang Mingyuan put the red envelope in her hand, put his arm around the person from behind, and said close to her ear: "I give it, of course you can ask for it."
"You..." Cheng Huan paused, and said nothing else. She accepted the red envelope, got upstairs, and came down after a while, holding a similar red envelope in her hand and handing it to him: "Here Yours, next year will be healthy and safe for the whole year, and make more money."
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan took the red envelope, took her hand and kissed it in the palm of his hand: "Make money to support you."
"No need, I can support myself." Cheng Huan retorted in a low voice, pulling out his hand, taking off his jacket and rolling up his cuffs to prepare to wash the dishes.
"Come on, you should rest after a busy day." Jiang Mingyuan pressed her, got up and walked over to pick up the pile of dirty dishes.
He was washing the dishes in the kitchen. Cheng Huan wiped the table. After wiping, he went in and washed his hands. He found a clean cloth and wiped the dishes that Jiang Mingyuan had washed.
Neither of them said anything, but the actions cooperated tacitly, and the occasional gaze crossed and revealed some sweet taste.
Wash the last bowl clean, Jiang Mingyuan wiped his hands, put his arms around the woman's waist from behind, sniffed the fragrance in her hair, and whispered: "I'm so happy."