The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

The fifth day of the Lunar New Year is also called Powu in Northeastern customs.On this day, we must "catch up with the five poor" (poor in intelligence, poor in learning, poor in literature, poor in fate, and poor in communication).Get up at dawn, set off firecrackers and clean the house. "Powu" also means "sending off the New Year". After this day, everything will slowly return to the state before New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning, the Lin family began to work, and the tempting aroma came from the kitchen.

Today is the day when Lin Dajun's disciples come to visit him. Like Qian Youfu, Lin Dajun receives these disciples at his home on the fifth day of every Lunar New Year.

It's not easy to prepare meals for two big tables. In previous years, Ning Xiufen could feel more relaxed with her sister Lin Jingjing as a helper. But this year, her sister is pregnant and her mother is the only one working in the kitchen. Lin Zhiyuan looked distressed and rolled up his sleeves, ready to show off his skills. .

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the kitchen, his mother kicked him out, "Go, go, don't make trouble for me here."

In the Northeast at this time, men earned money to support the family and women took care of the housework. This seemed to be an eternal truth.So the men who make money basically don’t know how to cook.

Ning Xiufen also viewed her son this way.

"Mom, don't underestimate me. I'm telling you, my cooking is delicious."

Lin Zhiyuan entered the kitchen again. Without saying anything, he picked up a kitchen knife and started cutting cucumbers.

clang clang clang...

The sound of the kitchen knife hitting the cutting board was as dense as a heavy rain, and a cucumber shred of even thickness on the cutting board soon appeared in front of Ning Xiufen.

Ning Xiufen opened her mouth wide, and it took her a long time to react, "Zhiyuan, when did you learn to chop vegetables?"

Lin Zhiyuan could not tell his mother that in his previous life, he had traveled all over the country and opened a restaurant to develop his cooking skills.

"Mom, this is talent, do you understand? I have inherited your cooking gene."

Ning Xiufen was happy when she heard this, "You brat, you really have a lot of tricks up your sleeve."

Lin Zhiyuan cut the cucumbers into shreds, then added the enoki mushrooms, weighed them up and down in a large basin for a few times, and then added salt, vinegar, soy sauce, chili oil and other condiments one after another. After mixing well, a refreshing and delicious snack was ready. alright.

Throughout the morning, Lin Zhiyuan was busy in the kitchen, cooking elbows, stewing pork ribs, stewing chicken, and stewing fish. By the time Lin Dajun's disciples came to the door, the meal was almost ready.

In the middle, Lin Dajun ran to the kitchen and walked around twice, then left without saying anything. However, from the look in his eyes, he was still satisfied with his son's performance.

At noon, more than 20 people went to drink again. The drinking atmosphere in the steelmaking plant was more ferocious than that in the hot rolling mill.

Lin Zhiyuan was worried about his father's health, and he and his brother-in-law Li Gang had been protecting him from drinking.

The meal lasted from noon to afternoon, but nothing happened to Lin Dajun. The two of them drank and fell down.

On the sixth day of the lunar month, Lin Zhiyuan was sleeping soundly when Ning Xiufen threw off the quilt and slapped him on his bare thigh.

"What time is it and you still haven't gotten up?"

Lin Zhiyuan was agitated and opened his sleepy eyes, "Mom, isn't everything okay today?"

"Why are you okay? I'm going to visit you later. Get up quickly."

"Whose house are we still going to visit? Haven't we already finished visiting?" Lin Zhiyuan was a little puzzled, but under the coercion of his mother, he got up honestly, put on his clothes, washed up, and had yesterday's leftovers for breakfast.

While eating, Lin Zhiyuan saw his parents sneakily picking through the gifts given by his father's apprentices yesterday, "Dad Jing Jing, do you think you can't handle these gifts?"

"Oh, no matter what you give me, it's not unusual for others. This is your sincerity."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Ning Xiufen smiled happily.

In the end, the two of them picked four gifts, a box of Jianlibao drinks, two boxes of tea, two boxes of fruits and a bag of fruits.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't take it seriously, thinking that his parents were going to visit an elder he was unfamiliar with.

After dinner, it was past nine o'clock.

Ning Xiufen and Lin Dajun were dressed neatly and were ready to go out. Lin Zhiyuan was very happy. As soon as his parents left, he could lie on the sofa and watch TV. This year, he was more tiring than working, so he finally had a day off.

Who knew that Ning Xiufen glared at him and said, "What are you waiting for? Get dressed quickly and come with me and your dad!"

"Huh? Am I going too?"

Lin Dajun scolded: "Your mother can't ride a bicycle, and she has to bring so many gifts. If you don't go, who will carry your mother?"

Lin Zhiyuan had no choice but to put on his coat and get ready to go downstairs. Who knew that Ning Xiufen was dissatisfied with his clothes again, "How do you look so sloppy during the Chinese New Year? Hurry up and change your clothes."

Ning Xiufen took matters into her own hands and found the cleanest cotton-padded jacket for Lin Zhiyuan to put on.

The three of them went downstairs, Lin Zhiyuan carrying his mother, Lin Dajun carrying the gifts, and the two bicycles rode south.

Lin Dajun is in front and Lin Zhiyuan is behind.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Just follow along, why do you ask so many questions?"

Lin Zhiyuan shrank his neck.What's going on today?If I open my mouth and get scolded, I'll stop talking.

When Lin Dajun rode into the alley of Yongchang Street, Lin Zhiyuan panicked.

Why is this road so familiar?Isn't this heading towards Daimachi?

"Mom, where are we going?" Lin Zhiyuan did not dare to ask his father again, so he could only ask his mother in a low voice.

Ning Xiufen sat in the back seat, hugging her son's waist tightly, smiling so maliciously, "You'll know in a minute."

Lin Zhiyuan's vision went dark, and within a short while, he knew it right away. He even saw the color of the Su family's courtyard door.

Lin Dajun parked the car in front of Su's house, got out of the car and rang the doorbell. At the same time as the doorbell rang, the building door opened immediately, and Su Jin, wearing a red sweater, ran out, "Happy New Year to uncle! Happy New Year to aunt!"

Su Jin raised his head and looked at Lin Zhiyuan shyly.

Lin Zhiyuan now understood everything. His parents had secretly contacted Su Jin a long time ago. Everything today was premeditated, and he was the only one who was kept in the dark.

"Okay, okay, Miss Su, happy New Year to you too."

Ning Xiufen pulled Lin Zhiyuan, "Why don't you say hello to Miss Xiao Su? You're so rude!"

Lin Zhiyuan's face almost stiffened. He nodded to Su Jin and said numbly, "Happy New Year!"

There are only two people in the Su family, Su Qiancheng and Su Jin.The clerks were on New Year's holiday, and Su Sheng and Yang Zhilan returned to Yanjing yesterday.In the living room, Su Qiancheng warmly greeted Lin Dajun and his wife to sit down.

Ning Xiufen looked at everything in the small building with some awe.For the people of Ge'an, Tai Town is the center of power in the city. This is the first time she has entered the home of such a big leader.

Ning Xiufen's legs were a little weak, but when she thought that all this was for her son, Ning Xiufen could only hold on and sit here.

Fortunately, Su Jin was very enthusiastic towards her and peeled an orange for her with her own hands, "Auntie, you eat the orange."

"Okay, okay, Miss Su, please stop working. I'm not thirsty."

"Auntie, please call me Xiaojin from now on! My family members all call me that."

Ning Xiufen was overjoyed. Su Jin's attitude spoke volumes.

"Okay, Auntie, I will call you Xiaojin from now on."

The two of them were chatting passionately here, while Su Qiancheng and Lin Dajun were also reminiscing about their passionate youth. Lin Zhiyuan was alone, sitting there with his neck curled up. Everything in front of him was so unreal, as if he was still there. It's like not waking up from a dream.