House Dad’s Literary Life

In the past life, Yang Lan did not know the importance of the winter solstice festival to the Chinese people, not to mention him. Many people living in the city only had this festival, just regarded it as a solar term.

But in fact, this festival has been around for a long time, not just as simple as the solar terms. During the Zhou and Qin dynasties, the winter solstice was still the "Spring Festival" at that time. The important activities of ancestor or family gatherings were often chosen in the winter solstice. Even if the winter solstice and the first month are separated, people still have the winter solstice as a small year!

In the Tang and Song Dynasties, or the dynasty of this world, this festival is also the day of worshipping the ancestors of the heavens (the same with the four syllables). For the emperor, it is necessary to go to the suburbs to hold a ceremony of worship, but for ordinary people, this is The day is to worship the parents and elders...

Not to mention the similar history of the two worlds, Yang Chonggui and Dong Yuexi attach great importance to this festival.

Early in the morning, Dong Yuexi also took Zheng Shuyi and Yang Qing, told Yang Lan to lead the way, sent her to the vegetable market to buy all kinds of ingredients, as well as flour, glutinous rice, sticky rice noodles, etc. used to make noodles, pumpkin cakes and dumplings. Wait.

According to Yang Lan’s custom of their hometown, the winter solstice is to eat noodles and pumpkin pie, but Murphy said that he wants to eat dumplings. This little wish is naturally satisfying.

Yang Chonggui also let Yang Lan prepare the incense sticks early, and when they buy food back, at 10 o'clock in the morning, three males worship the ancestors in the south, and Yang Chonggui still recites the chanting. It is said that the birth of Yang Lan and The name tells the ancestors and hopes that the ancestors will bless the children to grow up healthy and happy.

A little superstitious ingredient, but the meaning is good, isn't it?

The most lively is still near noon, everyone sitting around the dining room table, a pumpkin pie and dumplings.

In order to let the 曦曦 feel the atmosphere of the traditional Chinese festival, Yang Lan also gave her a vacation on this day. Therefore, when everyone was around the table, the little girl curiously came together, and looked at Dad for a while, and then looked at her grandmother.

"Hey, mom? Why don't you accompany your mother? Mom is boring alone?" Yang Yan smiled and asked.

The little girl is watching her grandmother use a spoon to crush the steamed pumpkin into pumpkin puree. If there is a snack, she will not pick up her father’s words: "Ma Ma, Ma Ma?"

"Ma Ma is here!" Murphy hugged her hand and walked from the living room with a smile.

I have been back to God at this moment. She herself feels inexplicably interesting, giggling and pointing at her mother and saying, "Yes, Ma Ma is here!"

"How come you are here? It's messy here." Yang Lan worried that Murphy had been uncomfortable for a long time. She quickly wiped the flour from her hand, brought her a chair, and took a warm mat from the living room to let her Sit on top.

"You also said that I am bored. Come here to sit with everyone. Although I can't help you, I can still support you." Murphy sat down with a smile and gently pulled up the softness. The hand yelled, "Come on, come on!"

Dong Yuexi saw this scene and smiled and his eyes became a seam. If Xiaoxiao would say it himself, maybe Grandma would be more happy.

Of course, Xiao Yan is still not even shouting in six or six six... cough, little baby. Therefore, he can only react to some of his mother's voices. For example, the corners of his mouth are gently picked up, and I don't know if I am happy.

Zheng Shuyi enviously looked at the interaction between the mother and the child, and I was thinking about it, and I was born with Yang Qingyu!

But I haven't been pregnant yet!

Adults are talking and laughing, but they are more concerned about what they are doing. After a round, the little girl finally returns to her father’s side and looks at her father’s face.

"Would you like to meet with Dad? When we eat dumplings, we use this." Yang Lan asked her very interested, and asked softly.

"Okay!" He nodded happily and was eager to answer.

The face has been almost the same as Yang Xiao, not the kind of slimy, powdery servant, but very smooth, with his little finger pressed up, only feel cool, soft.

In order to make the girl able to get it, Yang Lan also let her stand in a small chair. He turned his head and lifted it slightly, and said to his father in amazement: "It's the same as the plasticine."

Yang Lan smiled and said: "It's still a little different. The plasticine is a little softer. This face is harder. Come, you and Dad, use your palm to press."

Yang Lan teaches her how to face her face. Of course, with the strength of the little girl, she can’t control such a large piece of dough. I only use the strength of eating milk. I can only press the dough down a bit, but it is printed on it. Print your own palm.

There was no particularly big frustration in the trip. Like the discovery of the New World, she also looked forward to her own handprint and said to her father: "Hey, look."

"Yes, continue!" Yang encouraged the little girl, he took over the face, and then put a face, continue to let the play.

After a while, the little girl who was so tired of playing with her face didn't know when she was stained with flour.

Of course, as if it were stained with blood, the little girl's face was covered with flour, and she was also proclaiming her hard work and no laziness.

"Hey, look at your sister, my sister is so powerful!" Murphy saw, and happily picked up a small donkey, one hand holding his ass, one hand holding his body, said.

Of course, I don’t understand it, and I don’t know that my sister, who is so far away, is still a sly look.

However, she reacted positively. She turned around with excitement and looked at her father’s clothes. She shook her hand and said hello: "Brother, do you want to help?"

Yang Lan looked down and saw that her little hand was caught in the clothes of the flour print, and her heart was helpless.

But Murphy had a very good time with him. I saw Murphy learning the tone of the child and said in a false voice: "Sorry, my sister, I am still very young and can't help."

"Oh!" It’s not just awkward, a few adults are amused.

"Let's wait, I take a camera to take a photo." Yang Lan looked at this scene and couldn't help but say.

He hurried to the study, took the camera and the tripod, he took a few photos of her dough, and a little girl painted a face with a flour print.

Then Yang Lan set up a tripod, set the position, choose the angle, set the camera, set the time for delaying the photo, and said: "Let's take a photo together!"

With the camera's several consecutive shots, the family sat around with a smile on their faces, and the photos of the winter solstice food were recorded. Murphy and Otaru were also shot in the camera, only the last one. Zhang, Xiaoyan was scared because everyone was calling "eggplant" and opened his mouth and cried.

This somewhat contrasting photo is quite interesting and has a good sense of warmth.

However, after the filming, they only remembered.

There is Yang Huan too!

"When is Huanhuan coming back?" Zheng Shuyi asked with a smile.

The voice did not fall, Yang Lan’s cell phone rang, Yang Huan’s phone.

"Big brother, I am at the door, you call and tell the security guard, let me in." Yang Huan did not know, said.

"Happiness, come on, let's wait for you!" Zheng Shuyi smiled, and after a few meters, she yelled at Yang Huan.

"Little aunt, come on!" He also giggled and yelled at him.