The peasant lady of the portable space

Chapter 99 Consummating the house, the father-in-law takes a concubine (4)
"Yan Ran, why are you making dumplings without moving your hands? Are you worried?" Aunt Chi asked as she saw her daughter making dumplings.

"I didn't think about anything, I just remembered the first dumpling I ate when I was a child. At that time, there was very little meat and a lot of vegetables. The vegetable stuffing at that time seemed to be stuffed with leeks, right, mother, I remember right?" Chi Yanran raised her head. Looking at Aunt Chi, she asked.

"Well, life was hard at that time. Unlike now, you can see that there are all kinds of fillings. Today, Yanran, you should eat more. There are three delicacies dumplings, pork dumplings, and crab meat dumplings!" Aunt Chi pointed at the fillings. Material, said with a beaming smile.

"Yeah, it's very Chinese New Year's atmosphere. By the way, what are dad and my husband doing?" Chi Yanran just remembered why Duanmu Ningfeng and her dad were missing.
"Ningfeng is writing Spring Festival couplets. Your father is illiterate, so he must be helping to put up Spring Festival couplets." Aunt Chi looked at the long table at home where peanuts and lantern fruits were placed. The wrinkled old face is smiling like a flower.

"Oh, I used to be the one who wrote the couplets, and my dad helped me put them up. This year my job was taken away by my husband, hehe." Chi Yanran felt that Duanmu's mansion was not at all as relaxed and free as her own home, and her words were filled with warmth. breath.

"Yes, but, to be honest, although mother is illiterate, your handwriting is really not as good-looking as Ningfeng's handwriting." Aunt Chi said with a smile.

"Mother, how can a mother say that about her daughter, but you are really right. Duanmu Ningfeng has wisdom in calligraphy. I can write as long as I can. What do you care about being so beautiful?" Damn, she I am a modern person, used to holding a ballpoint pen, used to using a keyboard, reborn in ancient times, can I write well with a soft brush?

To put it nicely, her word is Juanxiu, but it's almost better than a dog crawling.

"That's right, we Yanran don't rely on the number one scholar. What's the point of writing so easy? Right?" Aunt Chi said with a smile upon hearing this.

"Mother, if I were a man, I really want to take the No. [-] Scholar Examination, so as to give our old Chi's parents face, honor our ancestors and so on." Chi Yanran joked with a smile.

"Didn't you always say that marrying is worse than doing a good job? By the way, is your husband's family treating you well?" Aunt Chi lowered her voice and asked with concern.

"Eh! It's good, mother, why are you asking this again? Don't you know your daughter well? How can they be your daughter's opponent?" Chi Yanran said with a smile while wrapping the dumplings deftly. .

"Okay, I hope my daughter can be happy, Yan Ran, you can do it if you agree. My mother is old, and I can't help you. You should be careful about everything. If you have a few words, you will suffer a loss, but you should not be too modest. Don’t be afraid of them. You are not alone, you still have me and your father.” Aunt Chi naturally knew that Duanmu Ningfeng’s mother, Qiao Hui, was not such an easy-going person, so she She reminded her earnestly that Chi Yanran is not alone, she still has her natal family.

Chi Yanran heard Aunt Chi's words, and a happy smile appeared on the corners of her lips. The adoptive mother is better than her own mother. She is very glad that the Chi family picked her up. She is very glad that she met such good parents. Farmers, but they love her no less than ordinary biological parents.

"Yanran, why are you crying? If you have something to say, I'd like to talk about Ningfeng." Aunt Chi thought that Yanran was secretly wronged and dared not speak up.

"Mother, it has nothing to do with Mr. Xianggong. I shed tears because I feel happy. Mother, don't worry, Mr. Xianggong treats me really well." Chi Yanran washed her hands with clean water, picked up a brocade handkerchief and wiped it away. Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he said with a smile.

"Oh, those who celebrate the new year, don't cry, you should laugh, you know?" Aunt Chi nodded.

"En." Chi Yanran agreed, and just when she looked up, she saw Duanmu Ningfeng walking in gracefully with the last pair of Spring Festival couplets left.

"Mother-in-law, lady, have you finished making the dumplings?" Duanmu Ningfeng asked with a smile.

"It's all wrapped up. Wrap it up and cook it right away." Aunt Chi said with a smile.

"What did you write? Show me." Chi Yanran signaled Duanmu Ningfeng to show the fiery red Spring Festival couplets.

"Laughing and laughing to celebrate the new year, get together to welcome the new year, make a big comment, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new!" Chi Yanran read.

"Why is it so vulgar?" Chi Yanran shook her head after reading it.

"Miss, it's all written like this, isn't that what my lady wrote?" Duanmu Ningfeng asked curiously.

"That's right, anyway, I live like this every year, so let's do it like this." Chi Yanran smiled, and said that she would stick the remaining Spring Festival couplets on the wall.

"It's okay, but there are no stickers on the wall. I think it's very pleasing to the eye. After returning home, we have to write a few Spring Festival couplets and hang them in the Bamboo Leaf Pavilion to add some joy to the New Year." Duanmu Ningfeng smiled agreed.

"Yanran, this is a letter from a child to me a few days ago, with your name written on it, I don't know who wrote it to you, Yanran's father, tell me, could it be written by that child Liancheng? Aunt Chi turned around and went to the cabinet to take out a letter.

"I don't know how to read, so I'd better ask Yanran." Old Man Chi shook his head and said with a smile.

When Chi Yanran unfolded the letter, it was a red paper with the word "Fu" written on it in a fluttering pattern, which looked very domineering.

"Mother, it's Brother Liancheng's handwriting. He wrote us a blessing, which was written on red paper. He has always thought about us, but why didn't he come to us?" Chi Yanran unfolded the blessing and gave it to him. The second elder of the Chi family took a look.

Duanmu Ningfeng looked at the dragon-flying and phoenix-flying font, and a trace of deepness flashed across the bottom of his eyes. This font is flamboyant and flamboyant, a bit more domineering and dignified than his font. What is the identity behind that person, and why can't he appear? What about in front of the wife's family?
"Master, what's the matter with you?" Chi Yanran was curious about Duanmu Ningfeng's reaction, so she asked.

"Eh! It's nothing, it's just that the word "Fu" is very well written. I just took a few more glances. Hehe!" Duanmu Ningfeng smiled faintly.

"Okay, let's cook the dumplings. You must eat more later. If you can't eat them, pack them up and take them home." Aunt Chi brought a large basket of dumplings to the earthen stove and began to boil them in water.

(End of this chapter)