Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I got home, and the entire Ling family's old house seemed to have changed. Red lanterns were hung along the eaves and walls, and upside-down blessing characters were pasted on all the doors and windows, making it look full of joy.

The snow in the yard has been swept away, and several large tables have been set up. A dozen large pots of dumpling fillings are placed on the tables, as well as piles of rolled-out dumpling wrappers.

Yan San, Yan Qiying, Jiuye Poying and Thirteen have all returned and are making dumplings around the table with Cheng Jia.

Go wash your hands and eat first, and come back to play after you've finished eating. Yan San grabbed Ling Qingyu's claws reaching for the dumpling wrappers and pulled her towards the restaurant.

Hearing the sound of the car, Sum had already brought chicken noodle soup out of the kitchen and said with a smile: It's this hour, let's rest our stomach first, we'll eat early.

The chicken soup is stewed by Soum who killed a live chicken early in the morning, and the noodles are freshly rolled. Just smelling the aroma will whet your appetite.

After traveling to the provincial capital and signing so many things, Ling's mother was a little tired, so she ate some noodles and went up to rest.

Ling Qingyu got up early in the morning. After eating a full bowl of chicken soup, she felt a little tired, but was unwilling to go up to rest. Yan San carried a deck chair and placed it under the tree in the yard, covering it tightly for her. She took a nap while basking in the sun.

Not long after, He Li and the other two came back, and Ying Shisan went into the kitchen to cook with Sum, leaving the ten of them to pack the food outside.

Cheng Jia has always been a gentleman and a chef since he was a child. It was only later when he and Ling Qingyu were celebrating the New Year in Bianjing that he participated in the dumpling-making activity. Although he was very talented, the dumplings he made were really unacceptable.

However, Yan San and Yan Qi are obviously not good at this. Looking at each of them individually, they are very square and strong, but compared with Ying Shi San Ying Jiu Ye Po, they are immediately inferior.

He Li and Meng Su had made buns in Dai County, and Zhao Yinfeng had also done this job in the military camp. However, the styles of the three of them were quite aggressive, and each of their buns looked like a bun.

Yang Zhao makes very decent dumplings, each one is of average size and looks, but each of Ye Shiyi's dumplings is unique, none of them are exactly the same.

The group of people looked down upon each other while whispering and laughing.

Ling Qingyu was sleeping next to her. From time to time, he would look at her rosy face and the slightly raised corners of her lips, and his heart would be filled with happiness, and his voice would become much softer and softer.

The sun was setting in the west, and there were scattered firecrackers everywhere.

Ling Qingyu woke up rubbing her eyes and sniffing, smelling the aroma of vegetables in the courtyard, looking at the various dumplings on the table, and the face with a happy smile that the men looked at.

Ling Qingyu suddenly burst into laughter like a flower, and ran up to grab the remaining leather bag to show that she was also a hard-working and capable wife.

When Meng Su and Zhao Yinfeng came back, they brought back an extra-large TV and installed it in the living room. Various snacks and fruits filled the long coffee table, and several large porcelain vases of flowers were also placed.

There are also two tables in the restaurant. The big table is full of dishes, and the table next to it is full of dumplings.

As dusk falls, the colored lights hanging all over the courtyard walls, roofs and eaves light up together with the light of the lanterns. The warm and soft light illuminates the house so brightly that even the moon loses its light.

Sum and Ying Shisan served the last two dishes and all sat down in their seats. Then everyone looked at Ling Qingyu with a smile.

Waiting for her to say New Year's greetings like before.

Holding the wine glass, Ling Qingyu felt as if her throat was blocked and she couldn't say a word. Only tears flowed down from her eyes filled with happiness.

Year after year, when the fireworks were going off and the whole house was noisy and lively, the only wish in her heart was to be like this.

No need for the splendid rivers and mountains, no need for the splendid halls, no need for the admiration of all the people, no need for the shouts of long live forever...

I just want a simple courtyard, a simple table, and then all of them are alive and smiling.

That's all.

Qingyu... Yan San put down the wine glass, stood up, put his arms around her waist, kissed her gently on her tear-stained cheek, and pushed her to Yang Zhao.

Yang Zhao took the person, pressed a kiss on the eye, stood a little further, and gave it to Cheng Jia.

One kiss after another, the tears on her face were wiped clean.

After Ye Po let her go.

Ling Qingyu choked and said: Happy New Year!

Yes, Happy New Year! It’s a new year, a new world for us.

There is no more separation and sorrow, no more struggle and sacrifice, only...

hapiness!

Ling's mother's tears became inexplicably moist. When her daughter told her about what happened there, she should have just made a general idea. Now that she sees the deep relationship between them, I'm afraid that the hardships and hardships involved are far from what her daughter said. Simple, but even that simple made her sad and sad.

Just come back, just come back!

Sum and Ying Shisan's craftsmanship was already good, and they absorbed the characteristics of this place. The dishes they made tasted so good that Ling Qingyu's tongue almost swallowed them.

There were no outsiders, and the conversation among the men started. Somehow the topic turned to the subsequent battles, which were so exciting that Zhao Yinfeng and Meng Su had to despise each other again.

Ling's mother was listening beside her, and then she came back to her senses, Smelly girl, you didn't tell me that you went there to become the empress!

These are the people who will conquer the world!

Forget it, I'll go to the Spring Festival Gala!

Ling Qingyu was full again, and Yan San walked with him in the yard. The men quickly tidied up the living room and set up mahjong and card tables around the sofa in front of the TV.

When the Spring Festival Gala started, Yingjiu set off a firecracker outside, and three card tables were already opened in the room.

Ling Qingyu came back a step later, and the table was already full of people. She shyly asked them to give up their seats to her. As soon as Yang Zhao got up, He Li pushed him back.

Good boy, you're lucky enough to be back there watching your husband win money for you. He Li said with a smile. If this little scoundrel comes on stage, no one will be able to play.

Depend on! Whoever wins, my husband wins, and whoever loses, my husband loses!

Yes, Qingyu, you go watch the show. Ling's mother sat at the table, wearing reading glasses, and then said to Sumuying Jiuyepo who was playing mahjong with her: Come on, touch the cards and touch the cards. Card!

Yan San pulled Ling Qingyu, who was about to act rogue, to sit on the sofa, and helped her rub her belly, which was filled with so many things, and said with a smile, Okay, have a rest, I will avenge you later.

After all, Ling's mother was getting older and wanted to watch the show again. After playing a few laps, Ling Qingyu sat directly on Yan San's lap and took over Ling's mother's position.

Of course, it was Yan San who was playing cards.

After playing a few rounds, Yan San moved to Yang Zhaohe's table and left Yan Qi's table, and drove Zhao Yinfeng to Sumu Ying Jiuye Po's table.

The level was not on the same level, and Zhao Yinfeng was disliked.

Zhao Yinfeng smoothly lifted Ling Qingyu and put him on his lap.

Huh huh huh! You all dislike me! I'll go to Macau tomorrow! Ling Qingyu snorted after telling Zhao Yinfeng several times that Zhao Yinfeng would never listen to her again.

Okay! When are you going? Zhao Yinfeng turned to her face, kissed her, and said with a smile. He knew Macau, it looked like a fun place in those movies.

Yeah. Ling Qingyu picked up the phone that started to beep and replied to those New Year's greetings messages while saying, How about we go on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year? Mom, are you going?

Okay, let's go to Hong Kong to buy some things.

Buy again?

Starting at 11:30, the sky in Ningcheng was already bright, and huge fireworks bloomed in the sky across the city.

The sky is full of fiery trees and silver flowers.

Ying Jiu and Ye Po got off the card table and placed fireworks and firecrackers in the yard and on the road outside, while Sum went to the kitchen and brought out freshly cooked dumplings.

The sound of firecrackers exploded, and the fireworks exploded in the air, emitting gorgeous patterns.

Cheers came from the television.

The men looked at the woman who looked up at the sky with a smile on her face.

The tight string in my heart seemed to relax.

Yes, he is no longer a general, no longer an official, no longer a killer, no longer a guard...

He is just her man, her husband.

Ling's mother couldn't hold on and went to sleep. Ling Qingyu held on until two o'clock and was carried up to sleep by Yan San.

Yang Zhao picked up a glass of wine from the side and said to everyone in the room: Happy new life.

When everyone laughed, Sum put down his broom and picked up his wine.

New life... happy...