President of Zhuma PK

In a blink of an eye, the Spring Festival is just around the corner.

During lunch, Song Ci asked, "When is your hotel closed?"

This is the first Spring Festival the two of them have spent together. Even though they are still burdened with huge debts, Song Ci doesn't want to make it through.But there are too many things to prepare, and Li Fan has to work at night and rest during the day, he is really unable to do what he wants alone.

Li Fan lowered his head to eat, "Just these two days."

In the evening, Li Fan went to Leslie's office to ask for leave.

Leslie approved it without saying a word, and gave him 1 yuan, saying, "Go back and have a good time, and buy some decent clothes."

Li Fan nodded and left without saying anything.

The next day, in order not to make Song Ci suspicious, Li Fan only gave him 1 yuan out of the 3000 yuan, saying it was a year-end bonus from the hotel.Song Ci took another 3000 yuan out of the 1000 yuan and saved it to pay off the debt, and took the remaining 2000 yuan to go to the shopping mall with Li Fan to buy new year's goods.

The shopping mall is crowded with people, all of whom are buying new year goods, and there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.

Li Fan pushed the shopping cart and followed closely behind Song Ci.

In the past six months, Song Ci's crowd phobia has overcome a lot, and he has begun to learn not to care about the eyes of passers-by.

Li Fan asked, "What are we missing?"

Song Ci showed him the pre-made shopping list in his hand, and Li Fan read aloud unconsciously: "Bowls and chopsticks, kitchen knives, chopping boards, dumpling ingredients, toilet paper, mops, candies, melon seeds, rice, pork, beef, radishes , cabbage, bean curd sticks, shiitake mushrooms...why are there so many?"

Song Ci turned to the back, "There's more on this side."

"Why buy a mop? Don't you have it at home?"

"The mop at home is almost losing all its hair."

"Don't you have kitchen knives and chopping boards at home?"

"The kitchen knife at home was bought at the supermarket for ten yuan when we first arrived here. After using it for so long, the blade is already curled. The chopping board is specially bought for chopping dumpling stuffing. We must eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year. .”

Although Li Fan has always recognized Song Ci's cooking skills, he didn't know that he could even make dumplings.

"What's with the children's clothes? I'm pretty sure there are no children in our family."

"Ms. Yang has helped us so much. Of course, she will give us a gift to express my gratitude during the Chinese New Year. She will definitely refuse to give anything else. I thought for a long time before I thought of giving Xiaoshi a set of clothes, so that Mrs. Yang can't refuse. Because the gift was not for her."

Li Fan nodded in agreement and said, "It's still your thoughtfulness. So where should we start buying now?"

"Buy daily necessities first, then food." Song Ci said, "Just follow me."

In this way, I went shopping from eleven o'clock in the morning to one o'clock in the afternoon, had a simple lunch at the snack street in the shopping mall, and then went shopping until after five o'clock in the afternoon before I finished shopping on the list.In the meantime, they also bought many things that were not on the list.

After that, the two of them took a lot of effort to move the huge pile of things back home, and then collapsed on their respective beds, too tired to speak a word.

After resting for a while, Song Ci got up to prepare dinner.

Li Fan stood up and gave Song Ci a hand.

Li Fan was in charge of choosing and washing vegetables, and Song Ci was in charge of chopping and frying vegetables. The two of them cooperated seamlessly and prepared five dishes and one soup in less than an hour.

Li Fan looked at a table of delicious dishes with reasonable meat and vegetables, and said, "It seems that there are too many dishes."

Song Ci said: "The Chinese New Year is to be rich. If you can't finish it, make a big stew tomorrow."

Perhaps it is because the age of expecting and fantasizing about the Spring Festival has long passed. Although the preparation work is lengthy and complicated, when the day comes, it feels very normal. It seems that it is not much different from the other 360 days.

Firecrackers were constantly exploding outside the window, Xiao Shitou was so frightened that he kept crying, Song Ci was coaxing him in a low voice.

Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang are busy cooking the New Year's Eve dinner, and the whole table has been packed to the brim.

On the TV, the CCTV Spring Festival Gala has begun, and a festive and cheerful song and dance program is being broadcast.

Sitting on the sofa at Mrs. Yang's house, Li Fan suddenly felt as if he had passed away, and everything became unreal.

He has really experienced too much this year, manslaughter, escape, anonymity, and raising a family, as if he completed the transformation from a boy to a man overnight.How painful this unnatural transformation is, only he knows.

On the last day of [-], when I recalled all the things that happened in this year, it seemed that I could take it easy again.While lamenting the omnipotence of time, it also has to admit the tenacity of human nature.

The two people who originally planned to put down the gifts and leave were forced to stay by the enthusiastic Mrs. Yang. The hospitality was difficult but they didn't want to eat and drink for free, so they had to contribute all the beef, pork and various vegetables at home. Just a little relieved.

Mrs. Yang brought a plate of steaming dumplings to the table, and this huge New Year's Eve dinner was officially completed.

Two middle-aged, two teenagers, and a little baby who was still lying in the cradle, sitting around the table full of various delicacies, the five people were unexpectedly harmonious, as if they were originally a family , to be reunited on this special day.

Mr. Yang put a wine glass in front of everyone, and filled them up one by one.

"According to the rules of our hometown, no matter men, women, or children, you must drink three glasses of wine on New Year's Eve. The first glass is toast to the land that raised you, the second glass is to the relatives who accompany you, and the third glass is to the hard work." Myself for a year. Since you are celebrating the New Year with our family, you can do as the Romans do, and you have to follow our rules."

As he spoke, he took the lead in raising the wine glass in front of him.

At any rate, Li Fan still has a capacity for drinking, but Song Ci never drank a drop of wine since he was a child, but he raised his glass without hesitation.

Four white porcelain wine glasses collided together, and the four said in unison: "Happy New Year!"

Then drink it up.

The spicy liquid slid down the throat, meandering down, and merged into the stomach and intestines, where it passed seemed to be simmering, and there was a slight pain.

After a while, when the spicy taste subsided, there was a clear fragrance overflowing from between the lips and teeth, and the body also warmed up.

Song Ci felt novelty, "Baijiu actually tastes like this, and it's quite delicious."

After speaking, he picked up the jug and poured himself a glass, and then filled them up one by one.

Mrs. Yang put the dumplings on the plate into Song Ci's bowl, and said, "Eat something first, drink on an empty stomach and get drunk easily."

Song Ci obediently picked up a chubby dumpling, bit it down, and the aroma instantly filled his mouth.

"It's so delicious, Mrs. Yang, you must teach me how to make it."

Li Fan joked with a smile: "Compared to the dumplings you made, they are indeed delicious."

The day before yesterday, Song Ci was gearing up to make dumplings. He brought out the kitchen knives, chopping boards, and various vegetables he bought, mixed them with pork, chopped a large pot of dumpling stuffing, and spent another afternoon making more than 200 dumplings. The dumplings do look decent from the outside, but when they are cooked for a taste, the taste is indescribably weird, as if something is rotten.

Song Ci was very confused, "The materials are just bought, and the procedures are correct, how could this be?"

Li Fan swallowed a dumpling with a sad face, and questioned: "To be honest, you don't know how to make dumplings at all, do you?"

Song Ci smiled guiltyly, and said, "Actually, I just watched someone make dumplings once. Our hometown doesn't eat dumplings at all during Chinese New Year..."

Li Fan looked at the remaining piles of finished products and half-finished products, and he could already foresee that the food level would plummet in the future.

Recalling that taste now, Li Fan still feels bitter in his mouth.

Song Ci knew he was in the wrong, so he didn't refute, and bowed his head to eat.

As the saying goes, a thief who has just learned how to steal doesn't sleep, and after three glasses of wine, Song Ci becomes a bit addicted and starts to drink by himself.Seeing his blushing face, Li Fan was a little worried, and reached out to snatch the wine glass from him, but was stopped by Mrs. Yang, "It's rare for him to be happy, only once a year, even if What does it matter if you're drunk?"

Li Fan had no choice but to let him go.

Song Ci was really drunk, lying on the dining table unconscious.

Li Fan got up and thanked Mr. Yang and Mrs. Yang repeatedly, and then hugged the drunk Song Ci back home.

Bending down to put Song Ci on the bed, helping him take off his shoes and clothes, and covering him with a quilt, Li Fan sat down beside the bed, staring at Song Ci's flushed face from drunkenness in a daze.

At this moment, Song Ci is quiet and obedient like a child, which makes people feel affectionate.

Li Fan reached out his hand hesitantly, wanting to touch Song Ci's face, but stopped a second before touching him.

From the TV next door came the sound of the countdown to zero: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

Li Fan slowly withdrew his hand and clenched his fist at the side.

At the moment when the New Year's bell rang, Li Fan smiled and said, "Song Ci, Happy New Year."