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It took a whole morning to finally prepare the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner.

At noon, it was Song Zhilin who was in the kitchen. He cooked Yangchun noodles, scrambled eggs with tomato and meat dumplings. Yan Shu struggled with the bowl for a while and said, "I want to eat..."

Song Zhilin looked at her amusedly: "Eat less, just eat two bowls."

Yan Shu suddenly realized: "It's okay!"

She carefully picked up a chopstick of noodles, served the bone soup, covered it with a large spoonful of tomato scrambled eggs, and sighed in satisfaction.

Grandma Song has bad teeth. She ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The tomatoes were sweet and sour.

"Zhilin's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and I can hand over all the New Year's Eve dinners to you in two years."

Song Zhilin said, "It's already ready."

Yan Shu found that Song Zhilin often inadvertently showed her coquettish side in front of her grandma.

She is the kind of person who has completely different attitudes towards people close to her and outsiders. Yan Shu also found that as she and Song Zhilin became closer, Song Zhilin became more and more natural in front of her.

In the past, Song Zhilin often gave her a sense of isolation.

She was by her side, but seemed to be far away, making Yan Shu unable to touch her.

Song Zhilin can't do wrong things, she seems to be a perfect person without flaws, but how can people have no flaws?

Song Zhilin wouldn't even get angry, sad, or have negative emotions. Yan Shu looked at her and occasionally doubted——could the Song Zhilin she saw wasn't the real Song Zhilin at all?

Now, Yan Shu finally let go of this doubt.

Sitting at Song Zhilin's home, eating a bowl of hot noodle soup with her family, watching Song Zhilin act like a baby to her family, this is something Yan Shu never thought about.

Is this feeling happiness?

Yan Shu wasn't sure, but she knew she liked this feeling.

After lunch, grandma still had to take a nap as usual, and at the same time, let the two young people take a nap.

Song Zhilin and Yan Shu went back to the room, not feeling sleepy, they lay on the bed chatting.

"I'm so tired, I feel like I've been busy all day." Yan Shu buried his face in the pillow and sighed.

"Then do you want to sleep for a while?" Song Zhilin was still reading a magazine.

"No need, it will be even more uncomfortable later," Yan Shu put his arms around her, "Do you have such a grand New Year's Eve dinner every year?"

"Yeah," Song Zhilin's lips showed a smile, "Grandma is very concerned about this. In the past, our conditions were not good. Only during the Chinese New Year are we willing to buy some delicious food. Of course, it will be more grand."

When Song Zhilin was still in school, they lived in a shanty town, and only Grandma Song was in charge of the house. During the Chinese New Year, they said they bought some delicious food, but in fact they just went to cut a few catties of meat to make some dumplings, deep-fried lotus root boxes, deep-fried Flour, oriole meat, and the like.

These things don’t cost much meat, but they are easy to store and can taste meaty. Song Zhilin liked to eat them when she was a child, and she was very happy every Chinese New Year.

After listening to her, Yan Shu asked, "Will it explode now?"

She has eaten dumplings and fried lotus root boxes, but this is the first time she has heard of such foods as flour-based oriole meat.

"Sparrow meat? It hasn't been fried in two years," Song Zhilin smiled happily, "Now you can directly fry meatballs."

The oriole meat is said to be meat, but in fact it is chopped up, added with carrots and potatoes, mixed into the flour batter, and then fried in a frying pan. There is only a name of meat. The content of pork is not as high as that of potatoes. Eat it There is meaty flour in the mouth.

When Song Zhilin mentioned oriole meat, he didn't feel nostalgic at all.

Grandma Song's skill in making oriole meat is definitely very good, but no matter how delicious this is, it can't compare with real meat, not to mention that it represents a period of hard work.

Yan Shu had never eaten this before, so he was very disappointed and said, "Oh... I thought I could try it."

Song Zhilin was obviously taken aback for a moment: "Do you want to eat?"

"That's right," Yan Shu said confidently, "If you haven't eaten it, of course you want to eat it!"

Song Zhilin closed the magazine and patted Yan Shu's head: "I'll blow it up for you later."

Yan Shu suddenly smiled happily: "Okay!"

After Grandma Song woke up, Song Zhilin had already cut potatoes and carrots, made a batter of flour, and said to grandma, "Grandma, oriole meat."

Grandma Song looked at the things in the kitchen, all of which she had taught Song Zhilin before, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to eat oriole meat?"

Song Zhilin sighed: "Yan Shu said that he has never eaten it, and wants to try it."

Grandma Song put on her apron: "I think it's why, it scared me."

She picked up the oil pan and put a piece of oriole meat into the pan: "I'll fry a few pieces for her as a snack."

Song Zhilin stood beside her and helped her coat the oriole meat with flour: "Grandma, don't worry, it's different now."

The oriole meat was fried quickly. Grandma Song took them out of the oil pan, put them on the oil filter rack, and admired their color for a while: "The more oil you fry, the different it will be."

"Yeah, it looks delicious." Song Zhilin didn't want to eat it at first, but seeing how tempting the oriole meat looked, she couldn't help but taste a piece.

"When you were young, you always said that the one next door was fried well, and that ours was dry. I told you that they had a lot of oil, but you still didn't believe me."

"I know."

Song Zhilin carried the plate, walked out of the kitchen with a smile, put the plate in front of Yan Shu, and said, "Eat, your afternoon tea."

Yan Shu happily took one, and was overwhelmed by the taste as soon as he tasted it.

It is obviously soft and glutinous like a dessert, but it also has the smell of meat. The potatoes and carrots in the small pieces are all melted into the flour, and it tastes refreshing and sweet.

Yan Shu even ate a few pieces: "This is really delicious."

"Eat less, this is very full."

Song Zhilin took a look at the TV program that Yan Shu was watching, the New Year's Family Carnival on CCTV, the host was holding a microphone, and was broadcasting the grand occasions of people from all over the country during the New Year's Eve.

"I still have to eat pig-killing dishes at night."

The pig-killing dish specified by Yan Shu, sauerkraut and pork as a base, has been stewed all morning, and now it exudes a charming aroma, and it is only waiting to add vegetables and vermicelli at night, and it is ready to eat.

Yan Shu smelled the smell, obediently put down the oriole meat in his hand, and blinked at Song Zhilin: "Then I won't eat it."

Song Zhilin nodded and said, "There are many other dishes tonight."

The New Year's Eve dinner at Song Zhilin's family was indeed sumptuous. Although there were only three of them eating, Grandma Song still followed the tradition by preparing eight cold and eight hot meals and a table full of fish every year.

Yan Shu took a photo and happily posted it on Moments: New Year's Eve dinner!

Within a few seconds, a group of people liked her and asked her: Isn't this the banquet in Juxianlou? Where is the Chinese New Year?

Yan Shu replied in seconds: Girlfriend's house.

A friend asked Yan Shu: Don't you go home during Chinese New Year?

Yan Shu said: You are talking about Juxian Tower, one more than me is not too much, and one less of me is not much, right?

The man sent a few laughing emojis, obviously knowing the situation of Yan Shu's family.

Song Zhilin lightly gave Yan Shu a thumbs-up, and then shared the New Year's Eve dinner at the same table.

In the same city, when Yan Changdong and his wife saw their daughter's Moments and the following conversations, they felt really bad.

Yan Shu said that she would not come back for the New Year, but Yan Changdong was still stubborn with her, thinking about it!If you don't come back, see where you went during the Chinese New Year!

Unexpectedly, Yan Shu really had a place to go.

Looking at the table of carefully prepared New Year's Eve dinner, Yan Changdong felt for the first time that the banquet in Juxianlou was not interesting.

However, his wife is still complaining about him: "I made you talk so aggressively! Now it's better! Everyone knows she has a place to go!"

Yan Changdong patted the table, and the dishes on the table shook: "Don't say a few words!"

Misfortunes never come singly. An old friend for many years sent Yan Changdong a WeChat message. He first wished him a happy new year, and then asked vaguely:

"How did your family get involved with Mr. Song?"

He sent a screenshot, which was a screenshot of Song Zhilin's circle of friends, at the same table for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Yan Changdong was so angry that his heart stopped. What kind of word is this?

Who climbs whose relationship?

Yan Changdong replied with shaking hands: "The kids are playing together, hahahaha."

After being disturbed like this, I lost even the interest in eating, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and even the housekeeper walked quietly, lest these two hard-to-serve people lose their temper again.

Song Zhilin's house was full of joyful New Year's Eve atmosphere.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV, and amidst the lively background music of singing and dancing, Yan Shu got her wish and ate the pig-killing dish she had been longing for.

The pork is soaked in the taste of sauerkraut and mushrooms, and the vermicelli is cooked just right, soft and glutinous in the mouth, but it doesn't feel like noodles, which is Yan Shu's favorite texture.

Song Zhilin likes to eat cabbage in the pot. It is slightly transparent by the soup, and he bites it down. The aroma of pork mixed with the taste of sauerkraut makes it feel warm in his stomach.

Yan Shu watched the Spring Festival Gala while eating with a bowl in his hand, and sighed with a smile, "It's really a good Chinese New Year."

"Yes," Grandma Song picked up a piece of fish for her. "There is everything to eat during the Chinese New Year. If you eat well during the Chinese New Year, you will be happy all year round. If you eat some fish, you will have fish every year."

Yan Shu chewed the piece of fish, only to feel that the fish meat was delicate and melted in the mouth, it was indescribably delicious.

She also gave Grandma Song some fish: "There are fish every year, every year there are fish."

Yan Shu ate with a smile on his face.

The taste of the food they cook may not be as good as that of the master chefs in Juxianlou, but the process of cooking together makes the meal extremely delicious.

Yan Shu is sure that she got what she always wanted.Something that has nothing to do with money or status, something that can only be obtained by exchanging sincerity. The scene that she has imagined countless times is slowly unfolding in front of her, and she is a part of this scene.

It feels very warm.

Under the table, she quietly kicked Song Zhilin's calf, and winked at her: "Let's celebrate the New Year together next year."