Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 198 New Year’s Eve 4

An Ning, who was shuffling the cards, was multitasking and was amused by An Guoyang's high momentum, but he played a three-er card.

"Hahahahaha! Zhang Xiaopo San'er, why are you so awesome? Brother, take care of him."

An Guoming, who had finished playing his cards long ago, urged An Guoqing to play his cards.

He was with An Guoqing and An Guoping, and he was with the three brothers An Guoyang, An Guoqiang and An Guocheng.

Now it's up to An Guoyang and An Guoqing. Whichever one of them gets rid of their cards first will win.

The atmosphere was very tense, and all the mahjong players stopped and looked at An Guoqing.

An Guoqing stared at the three, cleared his throat, and said with all his might, "No!"

"Hahaha, what are we—brother?"

An Guoming thought they were going to win, but An Guoqing didn't want it.

This time, it was An Guoyang's turn to be proud.

"Three no? Then I have the last one left?"

An Guoyang raised the last card in his hand high and smashed it down with the overwhelming momentum.

"A piece of four!"

"No, it's National Day, what do you have two left?"

Everyone wanted to see the cards in An Guoqing's hand, and An Guoqing spread his palms.

"What else can I have? Two or three."

Two threes were thrown on the kang by An Guoqing, and the whole room burst into laughter.

There was a lot of fun in the house, more lively than in previous years.

In the kitchen, the cooks can watch the excitement at the door from time to time, with smiles on their faces.

The play continued in the house, changing people from time to time, and the sound of cooking and frying in the kitchen could be heard.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Cuihua called out.

"Okay, pack up, it's time to eat."

"Right now, this is it."

Everyone replied and sped up the movements of their hands. After a few minutes, this was over.

"Put it away, put it away."

"You guys clean it up."

An Ning and the other juniors started to pack up the mahjong, wipe the tables, get water for everyone to wash their hands, and get ready for dinner.

When everyone was ready, two tables were set up in the room.

A table for drinking and a table for not drinking.

Basically, all the men took a few sips, and the women and children sat at another table.

The dishes on the two tables were exactly the same. After everything was placed, An Sancheng, as the host, raised his glass and drank with everyone.

"It's a new year. I hope we will get better and better in the future. It will get better year by year."

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Everyone cheers, those who drink, those who drink, raise their heads high to signal.

"Okay, sit down and eat quickly. It won't taste good if it's cold."

Lin Cuihua invited everyone to sit down and introduced the cuisine to everyone.

"This squirrel fish is made by Jiangxia, as well as the braised pork and garlic pork ribs. Anyway, if you think these dishes look good, they are all made by Jiangxia."

After one meal, Jiang Xia completely gained Lin Cuihua's favor.

Jiang Xia said a few words politely and modestly, and everyone moved their chopsticks and started eating.

There was a piece of garlic pork ribs in front of An Ning. She picked up a piece and took a bite.

good to eat!

It tastes so good...a little bit familiar.

An Ning bit into the ribs and finished off one piece in a few bites. She changed the cuisine and added another piece of braised pork.

Still delicious!

Fat but not greasy, soft and delicious.

The taste is very similar to the rice delivered in Jiangxia in the province.

But it's still a little bit different. It's not that it's not delicious, it's that the two people's craftsmanship are similar, but they have room for each to develop.

An Ning looked up at Jiang Xia and met Jiang Xia's eyes.

Not only that, Jiang Xia also smiled mysteriously, looked away, and went to drink and eat.

An Ning also withdrew his gaze, quite mysterious.

After one meal, Jiang Xia received praise from everyone.

The women's table ate faster.

After everyone finished eating, they went to another room to stay and let the men drink slowly.

After everyone finished eating, everyone cleared the table together, and it was done quickly.

After the dishes and chopsticks were washed, everyone remembered that the firecrackers Jiang Xia had brought had not yet been set off.

An Sancheng looked at the two small firecrackers hanging on the ground and said, "It's okay. If you set them off at night, you can still see the light."

"That's right, if you come to see it at night, you have to keep a vigil."

Everyone said something to each other, drank some water, and then went back to their homes.

An Ning took the dumpling fillings prepared by Lin Cuihua and followed Grandpa Jiang to send them back.

As for Jiang Xia, she was holding several plates of dishes in her hands, all of which were cooked today. Lin Cuihua specially set them aside for her grandson and grandpa to eat at night.

After arriving at Jiang Xia's yard, An Ning put away the dumpling fillings and said, "My mother said that if you don't want to make noodles anymore, she will make more and I will bring them to you in the evening."

Grandpa Jiang touched his forehead and said in a confused tone, "You and Jiang Xia should discuss it. I'll drink some wine and lie down in the room for a while."

An Ning asked worriedly: "Grandpa Jiang, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that I'm old enough to take a break."

Grandpa Jiang walked into the house with steady steps. Jiang Xia behind him curled his lips secretly.

An old man who can drink half a catty of wine in one meal can become confused after drinking?

Who are you fooling?

However, Jiang Xia did not expose it, but said to An Ning: "Don't worry, my grandpa is fine."

"I don't need my aunt to make the noodles tonight. I can just make them myself. As you can see, my cooking skills are pretty good."

In front of An Ning, Jiang Xia returned to his arrogant young master look.

He found that chatting with An Ning was a bit addictive.

An Ning, who was across from him, looked at Grandpa Jiang entering the house safely, as if nothing happened.

She looked at Jiang Xia and asked, "Your cooking skills are no longer good. Have you learned the art secretly?"

"What's the relationship between the person who cooked in the provincial capital last time and you? It feels like your cooking tastes very similar."

Jiang Xia was a little nervous in her heart, but she pretended to be unintentional and asked: "Then who do you think makes it more delicious?"

An Ning thought about it carefully and said, "How should I put it? The food was amazing, but what you cooked is more in line with my taste."

When Jiang Xia heard this, she was secretly happy.

"Sure enough, the same soil and water bring up the same people. We are fellow villagers and our tastes are very similar."

After An Ning finished speaking, Jiang Xia said with certainty: "That's true."

Jiang Xia's smile was a little stiff.

He did this on purpose to suit An Ning's taste, but the arrogant Mr. Jiang didn't say anything.

An Ning didn't notice anything was wrong and said to Jiang Xia, "I'm leaving first. My mother said there will be a vigil tonight."

"Well, see you tonight."

Jiang Xia looked at An Ning who didn't understand, and explained: "Aren't we going to set off firecrackers?"

"Oh - yes, see you tonight."

Anning is gone.

As soon as she left, Grandpa Jiang got up from the kang, walked out of the house, and went to the toilet in a hurry.

Jiang Xia gloated and asked, "I'm confused after drinking. Do you need my help?"

"Get out! Little bastard."

Grandpa Jiang hurriedly walked out of the back door, muttering:

You little brat, you are really stupid in this regard.