Ultra Dimension: The Power of Bonds

Halfway through sorting, Kuang Meng suddenly became distracted and his hand movements slowed down.

Thinking about the next actions of the Knuckles.

However, as she was thinking about it, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have brought Zhao Heng home yesterday.

However, she had not seen Zhao Heng since morning, so she couldn't help but ask, "Where did A Heng go?"

Kuang Meng raised his head and felt guilty when he saw Yu Zhou's strange expression, "I just remembered that I seemed to have brought him back yesterday."

"I wonder if you can remember that kid Xiao Heng," Yu Zhou said helplessly, "He said he still had things to deal with in the laboratory and left yesterday.

But he said he would come back for dinner tonight, so he would probably be back soon. "

"Oh," Kuang Meng nodded and said nothing more.

Holding a set of matched couplets in one hand and paste in the other, he called Xiang Xing to follow him.

Walking to the gate, Kuang Meng handed the paste to Xiang Xing and compared the positions of the first couplet.

Xiang Xing sniffed the paste, reached out and scooped some out from the basin, put it into his mouth and tasted it.

Although it is very fragrant, it has no taste.

"You can eat the leftovers later." Kuang Meng was a little amused when she saw Xiang Xing's greedy look, but she wasn't worried about eating problems.

After all, the homemade paste is mixed with water and flour and is edible.

When I was a child, after pasting couplets on the paste at home, the rest would be fed to the dogs.

Kuang Meng placed the remaining couplets on the ground and tore off last year's couplets.

Then he rummaged around in the basin with a brush, dipped in enough paste, and started painting the wall.

Although the homemade paste is healthy and non-toxic, it is not as sticky as chemical paste, so you need to dip it in a little more.

After brushing three times from top to bottom, Kuang Meng put the brush back into the basin and pasted the first couplet on the left wall.

Step back from time to time to see if there is anything crooked.

After confirming that there is no problem, go to the right and repeat the action just now.

After the upper and lower couplets were pasted, the paste in the basin held by Xiang Xing began to turn black.

Kuang Meng was used to it, but it wasn't strange. After all, there was so much dust on the wall, so there was nothing wrong with it getting contaminated.

Dip the brush full of paste again and draw a diagonal square evenly on the door.

I picked up the word "福" from the ground, compared it, and pasted it on the door.

There were two doors, one on each side. Kuang Meng stood back and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, "Done, let's go back."

After shaking off the paste on his hands, Kuang Meng took the basin from Xiang Xing's hand and greeted him into the house.

This wall is flat, but much better than the one at home.

It turns out that the walls at home are made of a mixture of stones and gravel. They are very pitted and difficult to apply glue, and it takes a lot of effort to glue them together.

When the two came back, Yu Zhou had already asked the servant to bring a ladder and was about to go up to apply paste and paste the couplets.

Kuang Meng hurriedly helped her down, "At such an old age, why are you still climbing high? We can do it!"

"My old lady is very healthy," Yu Zhou was a little angry. She didn't look like an old person now.

I look like I'm in my forties at most, so why can't I climb a height?

"Okay, okay, you're not old, come down and have a rest." Kuang Meng advised.

Seeing that Yu Zhou was very angry, Kuang Meng changed his mind again, "How about you hand me the couplet?"

"Yeah," Yu Zhou reluctantly agreed.

Kuang Meng breathed a sigh of relief, took the paste from Xiang Xing's hand, and climbed up the ladder in a few moments.

After determining the location, start applying paste.

After handing the basin to Xiang Xing, he took the couplet from Yu Zhou and pasted it on it.

"Where is the spring color?" Kuang Meng asked after pasting the couplets on both sides and painting the lintel with paste.

"Here I am," Duncan handed over the spring flowers that had been opened long ago.

"Red, green, yellow, blue, purple," Kuang Meng arranged them in order and pasted them one by one.

Finally cover half of it with a horizontal batch and it's done.

Just finish sticking up the main house and leave the rest to the servants.

"Hurry back to the house. It's so cold outside. Don't catch a cold." Kuang Meng urged Yu Zhou to go in, "Has the noodles risen and the dumpling fillings mixed?"

In order to prevent Yu Zhou from talking about it, Kuang Meng took the initiative and said a series of words, successfully confusing her.

Kuang Meng wiped his hands with the rag next to him, pushed Yu Zhou into the room, and asked her to take a look.

I went to get some slightly smaller blessing characters and prepared to stick them in the middle of the wall.

By the time everything was posted, the sky was getting a little dark.

It happened that Zhao Heng came back and helped pack the things and brought them into the house together.

Kuang Meng rubbed his frozen hands and went to the kitchen to wash the dried paste on his hands.

"What kind of stuffing is it?" Kuang Meng asked, already smelling the scent of sesame oil.

"Cabage and pork, leek, egg and shrimp, sauerkraut and pork, a total of three fillings."

Yu Zhou said, placing three large basins of stuffing on the table.

The dumpling wrappers were almost rolled out with the help of the servants, so Kuang Meng and the others could just wrap them.

Kuang Meng taught Xiang Xing and Duncan the steps while doing it, but it was a pity that Xiang Xing's claws could not do such delicate work.

Kuang Meng kneaded a dumpling wrapper and gave it to Xiang Xing and asked him to play with it.

After all, this was how I was coaxed by my parents when I was a child.

The few people were very fast, and a large plate was packed out in a short time.

"Is there a Spring Festival Gala this year?" Kuang Meng asked curiously.

"Spring Festival Gala?" Yu Zhou looked at Kuang Meng in confusion, "What is that?"

"It's the program broadcast on New Year's Eve," Kuang Meng opened his mouth to explain, feeling a little guilty at the same time, "There won't be a Spring Festival Gala at this time." ’

"Programs, the Great Hall of the People will hold some internal galas. If you want to watch them, you can ask Zhao Heng to accompany you."

Yu Zhou said.

"I really want to watch it," Kuang Meng said, not having seen the show at this time.

In the era I live in, the Spring Festival Gala programs are criticized every year for not being good enough, and even the flavor of the Spring Festival has faded a lot.

Especially before she left, there was no holiday even on New Year's Eve, and many migrant workers complained.

"Okay, let's go. I'll tell someone and take you in when the time comes." Yu Zhou said very easily.

Kuang Meng was a little helpless. She said this so easily, but it seemed that she had never seen the world.

Although it is true that she has not seen much of the world, she has even seen Tiananmen Square in her many years of life.

Some people are born with the ability to see things that others cannot see in their entire lives.

Kuang Meng has deeply felt the difference between small cities and big cities.

What I can only see in books, others can look at the real objects and listen to the teacher's explanations.

That kind of gap cannot be changed by hard work alone.

Kuang Meng suddenly didn't want to go, "Don't bother, I'm a little tired."

"Then let's watch TV at home. It should be broadcast on TV."

Although Yu Zhou didn't know why Kuang Meng was depressed, he still followed her wishes.