Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

In fact, although Wen Li didn't listen in the room, he got along well with Zhao Yu's two husbands in the kitchen and exchanged a few words with each other.

"Master Wife, the fate of men seems not to be good."

"Why do you suddenly say such things?"

Wen Li told what he heard. Seeing his wife's unsurprised expression, he knew that this was probably what they were talking about in the room.

"We are gentle, but now we are getting sentimental. Don't think too much. Everyone has his own destiny, and no one will have smooth sailing. Just like our family, haven't we all been there?"

"Well, the wife is right."

All the students in the school had left, and Shi Yan was waiting alone at the door. Because it was the last day of class, he held something in his hand and looked in the direction of home as usual.

Wen Li ran over, patted Shi Yan on the shoulder, took the things in his hand and said, "Brother, we are here!"

"Huh? It's Wen Li, my wife, why did you come over there?"

"I went to deliver something to Sister Zhao. I was delayed for a while. Why are you waiting outside?"

"It doesn't matter, I just came out."

Song Tingran stood in the middle, pulling Shi Yan and Wen Li on one side, and the three of them returned to the Song family.

Wen Ci took the tofu and put it in the kitchen, saying that he would make cabbage and tofu soup or stew tofu for dinner tomorrow.

Two flavors of dumplings are placed on the table, and the home-made pickles are all edible and placed on different plates according to the type.

Before Song Tingran left, he told Sang Cheng that the chili oil for frying was ready. He brought an empty bowl, poured vinegar and soy sauce into it, added minced garlic, and a large spoonful of chili oil, and stirred it with chopsticks. That's the taste.

Here, most dumplings are eaten with garlic cloves, and husbands are no longer surprised by Song Tingran's behavior.

Song Tingran's family has eaten dumplings before, but she didn't make them with such rich seasonings. Now she has enough time to tinker with them slowly.

"Does anyone... want a taste of my soul dip?"

Xiao Yuchen took a bite of the dumplings, a bite of garlic, and shook his head. They tasted delicious. Song Tingran didn't believe in evil, so he forcibly dipped a dumpling with pickled cabbage and meat in it and put it in his bowl.

Xiao Yuchen directly picked it up, blew on it, and put it into his mouth, his expression changed.

"It's really delicious. It has the taste of chili oil, which is different from the dumplings."

Qiao Jinshu held up the bowl and stretched it over. Song Tingran dipped one for everyone. Among them, Chang Yuqiao couldn't eat too spicy food, and Sang Cheng couldn't eat too spicy food because he was taking medicine, so they only dipped a little bit to taste. Taste.

Next, it was time for the husbands to season the food according to their own tastes. Neither Shi Yan nor Sang Cheng liked chewing garlic directly, so minced garlic like this was just right.

Finished.

Song Tingran raised his glass of wine. Today was the beginning of the new year and everyone was happy. Except for Shi Yan, everyone had half a glass of wine.

Only Xiao Yuchen and Chang Yuqiao were holding big cups, as if they would never get drunk.

"At the beginning of the year, the beginning of the year, I wish us to make more money and live a better life in the new year."

The eight members of the family raised their glasses one after another. Shi Yan drank dumpling soup, and Song Tingran took a sip of wine. The taste was a bit watery, and the quality was not very good.

"Changyuqiao, the drinks this time seem to be different from the ones before. Is it still the same one? It doesn't taste like anything."

"Master Wife, it's still the same family as before. You are happy today, so you can't get drunk."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

Chang Yuqiao said in his heart: Of course, it is mixed with water, mixed with water, mixed with water.

Start eating dumplings, everyone is thinking about the good luck inside the dumplings.

Suddenly, Wen Ci felt something hard in his mouth, touching his teeth, and he quickly spit it out slowly, which was one tael of silver.

"Ah, Fifth Brother ate it first. I'm so envious." Qiao Jinshu cast a fond look, then continued to eat the dumplings with his head down.

Wen Ci didn't expect that he would be the first to eat. He wiped the money, passed it along the table, and returned it to his wife.

"What are you doing for me? It belongs to whoever eats it. You can buy whatever you like."

The money returned to Wen Ci's hands, and he happily collected it.

This brings the joy of eating dumplings to a climax.

Followed by.

Song Tingran got two copper coins.

Changyuqiao got a tael of silver.

Shi Yan got a copper coin.

Wen Li got half a tael of silver.

Sang Cheng got three copper coins.

Xiao Yuchen got half a tael of silver.

Until the end, Qiao Jinshu's stomach was about to explode, but there was still nothing.

Qiao Jinshu was not very happy. He put his chopsticks on the table and leaned back on his chair, smashing them.

Wen Li beside him felt a little distressed. He picked up his chopsticks and randomly picked up a dumpling on the plate, muttering: "Why can't I eat this?"

After taking a bite and earning two more copper coins, Qiao Jinshu continued to pretend to be dead, with his hands empty and his stomach full.

"belch-"

Everyone cleared the dining table together, and Song Tingran found Qiao Jinshu who was talking to Manfu alone in the backyard.

I found this after a long search. Being a big family is not all good.

"What? Are you unhappy?"

"No, I ate too much and walked the dog."

"come over."

Qiao Jinshu wiped his face and reluctantly walked over. Song Tingran took his hand and put two taels of silver in the palm of his hand.

"I don't want it. I didn't eat it myself. There is no blessing."

"Why is there no blessing? It's just too big to put in the dumplings. Didn't you pay attention when making the dumplings? If no one eats any of them, they can get the most two taels of silver!"

"Really?"

"Well, take it."

Qiao Jinshu quickly collected the money and held Manfu, who was watching the excitement on the ground, in circles.

"Manfu, have you seen that I have received the most blessings this year!"

"Woof-"

Song Tingran coaxed Qiao Jinshu without any effort, and he jumped out of the backyard together. It was so late at night, and he was really scared to stay in the backyard for a long time.

The lights and candles in the main room were on, but when the door was opened, there was no one inside. Qiao Jinshu had already gone back to the house, probably to work on his small treasury.

But who lit the candle for her?

She looked around and saw that there was no one around, but it could be anyone. Wen Li came around the corner with a basin in his hand.

The person was found.

"I'll just go to the bathroom and wash up. Are you tired of bringing it here?"

It was originally a word of concern, but Wen Li was in a dilemma. He stood there with the basin in his hand steaming.

"Then I'll take it back... I'll take it back right now."

"No, no, no, we've come this far, just bring it in."

Song Tingran greeted him, and Wen Li took the basin into the main house. He only came in when he was cleaning.

Song Tingran closed the door. The sound startled him. A little water spilled out of the basin, but it didn't bother him.