Rebirth: Eighty's Wife

Chapter 384
The 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

In two days it will be the new year, and everyone in the Han family is busy.

Dough, steamed buns, croquettes.

Cabbage tofu, leek eggs, red dates and red beans... and flower cakes to eat during the Chinese New Year, all of which are made, and the yard is filled with various fragrances all day long.

The fire was burning hot.

"Father, the heat of the pig's head is almost ready, take a look." Han Muwu squatted under the stove and started the fire, smelling the aroma from the cauldron, and shouted at the top of his voice.

Han Xianghua, who was seasoning in the kitchen, agreed, walked over quickly, and lifted the lid of the pot to take a look.

The heat is almost up.

All kinds of seasonings were thrown down in order, and the long and big spoon stirred the pot a few times, telling the younger son to continue cooking.

The big pig's head is used to worship the ancestors during the Chinese New Year.

"Your house is really lively." Wen Bai listened to the movement in the yard through the window, looked at Han Yaning and said.

The table was covered with ribbon-cut red paper, and the old man was writing couplets with a brush in his hand.

"Chinese New Year is a lively time," said the old man.

Envy flashed in the warm white eyes.

With a fruit plate in her hand, Han Yaning inserted a piece of apple into a bamboo stick and fed it to Wen Bai.

Han Yaning said: "How did you celebrate the New Year before?"

Mother Wen seems to be a lively person.

Wen Bai shook his head.

Han Yaning was puzzled.

What does it mean to shake your head?
But the year?
Wen Bai said: "When there is a mission, you have to perform the mission. Sometimes you don't pay attention at all, and the year has passed. When you don't have a mission, you have to train."

Very busy, no time or mind to think too much.

Han Yaning looked at Wen Bai with sympathy in his eyes.

Poor kid.

"Ah..." Han Yaning exclaimed, clutching her forehead.

"Whatever we think, we are all voluntary." Wen Bai said.

The old man looked at Wen Bai with relief in his eyes.

Bastard, very good!
The old man held a brush in his hand, and after dipping it in ink, he wrote four big characters with the pen.

The corners of the warm white mouth curled up.

……

Kyoto.

Wen's mansion.

Mother Wen sighed as she looked at the empty mansion.

"Ugh!"

Zhang Ma persuaded: "Ma'am, you haven't eaten since you woke up this morning, so let's eat first."

Mother Wen shook her head.

"Mother Zhang, you don't need to be busy, I have no appetite." Mother Wen said.

Mama Zhang stood where she was, looking at Mama Wen in embarrassment.

My wife always refuses to eat, how can my body bear it.

The male master of the house is very busy, and the eldest and young master will not come back. She is a servant, and the wife does not want to listen to what she has to say.

Zhang Ma said: "Ma'am, I made your favorite snack. If you don't want to eat, you can have a snack. This is what I learned from Miss Ning Ning when she was here."

Mother Wen didn't say her refusal, but when she heard what Zhang Ma said, she changed her mind.

"Okay, take it here." Mother Wen said.

A smile appeared on Mama Zhang's face, and when she heard Mama Wen wanted to eat, she immediately went to get it.

"Son, you have to work harder and try to bring your little daughter-in-law to celebrate the New Year at home next year." Mother Wen murmured in her heart, it would be best to let her have her eldest grandson in the next year.

No, girl Ning is still in school.

In a short period of time, mother Wen's mood was ups and downs. She leaned on the sofa and lost her energy.

Zhang Ma, who came out with snacks, looked at the madam who had become very disappointed, with a puzzled expression.

She went to get a snack. What happened again?
……

New Year's Eve.

Han Xianghua got up early in the morning, started kneading the noodles, and prepared to roll the noodles by hand.

Liang Qin was preparing marinades, meat and vegetarian ones, as well as the eggs and marinated meat that were marinated last night.

"Let's make a few more small cold dishes, which are light and refreshing, so you'll get tired of eating them all." Han Xianghua didn't forget to say to Liang Qin while kneading the noodles.

The cold dishes made by my daughter-in-law are so delicious that everyone who comes to the store must order a portion.

Liang Qin smiled and said, "Understood."

The freshly made hand-rolled noodles are chewy and delicious, and there is a half-cooked fried egg in each person's bowl.

"It smells so good." Han Muwu smelled the scent and found it, his eyes were glued to it and he couldn't pull it off.

The youngest son's greedy appearance made the husband and wife have fun together.

"Just wait a little longer, you take out these side dishes first." Han Xianghua said.

Han Muwu nodded, and quickly reached out to steal a piece of stewed meat and threw it into his mouth. He didn't care about burning his mouth, and ate it in two or three bites.

Han Muwu showed a satisfied expression.

good to eat!

Liang Qin and Han Xianghua looked at each other.

In the past six months, my youngest son has really suffered!

Han Muwu could be regarded as seizing the opportunity, and immediately began to pretend to be pitiful.

The school is strictly controlled, completely militarized. In addition to the exam, it is training. After a holiday, there is also a mission. After returning, the performance is good or bad.

"Mother, look at my face, how dark it is." Han Muwu said in mourning.

Liang Qin glanced at it, feeling very distressed.

"A man, what are you afraid of with black spots?" Han Xianghua said from the side.

Liang Qin was not happy anymore.

"Is Xiao Wu a little darker? He's going to be black like a briquette. He's been back for so many days, and he hasn't raised any whites. If this goes on, which girl will like it." Liang Qin was worried.

"As a father, you don't know how to worry about your child." Liang Qin scolded Han Xianghua.

"Mother, I'm not in a hurry." Han Muwu said.

"Look, the child has already said it, so he's not in a hurry." Han Xianghua said immediately.

Liang Qin glared at Han Muwu.

Look at you, and then look at your sister, how dare you be an older brother.

Han Muwu: "..."

He shouldn't talk too much.

As soon as Han Xianghua opened his mouth, his wife scolded him, so he could only give his youngest son a sympathetic look.

Dad supports you, but he can't help you when it comes to your mother.

It's not that he's afraid of his wife, it's that he loves her.

All good men love their wives like this.

Han Muwu: "..."

Dad, you can do it!
Han Muwu begged for mercy: "Mom, I haven't graduated from university yet, so I'm not in a hurry to fall in love. It's just that Ningning fell in love too early. She's not even twenty."

Han Muwu tried to change the subject.

"I think Xiao Wu is right." Han Xianghua spoke in support of his younger son.

Han Muwu glanced gratefully,
"What you said is wrong. If you don't pick the good ones while you are in school, after graduation, the good ones will be picked by others." Liang Qin said.

She is not the kind of feudal parent who asks her children not to fall in love when they are in school, and urges them to marry after graduation.

Liang Qin said: "Your sister has done a good job in this regard."

I took Abai early, such a good person, and now he is my daughter's boyfriend.

Wen Bai can also be regarded as the child she watched grow up. After so many years, that child really dotes on her daughter and has nothing to say to her. She can rest assured that Ning Ning is handed over to Wen Bai.

Mother, you let go too early.

"Now talk about your question, don't change the subject."

"I... I can't help it. Our school is also called the Monk Temple. I just want to develop, but I can't find the goal!"

(End of this chapter)