What do you want to do

After almost no one came to visit in the afternoon, Zi Nuo took Feng Mo to take a nap, and asked the old couple to take a rest, after all, if they were older, they would lose energy if they kept vigil.

Feng Mo slept with him, and the two woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon. Hearing the faint sound of someone setting off firecrackers outside, Qi Nuo was excited.

Fireworks and firecrackers cannot be set off in the city, but no one cares about this in the countryside. Whoever had dinner early would light a whip in the yard, and the crackling sound immediately showed the joy of the New Year.

Zeno poked Feng Mo who was sitting next to him and playing with the iPad with his finger, and said with a smile: "Let's go to set off the whip later, my grandpa said he bought a lot of double rings and waited for me to come back and set them off."

Feng Mo's liver trembled a little, it didn't matter if the whip was fired, if the double ring thing fell down, it would easily lead to accidents.

"Why are you so bold, how dare you play double rings?" He stretched out his hands and squeezed his face.

"Of course I dare. When I was young, I really liked setting off firecrackers. My grandfather was afraid that I would collapse, so he asked the blacksmith in the village to make a set of brackets, but now I don't need it anymore." For himself, he shrugged and said, "Grandpa is getting old, and he hasn't bought a double ring for several years. He probably was happy to see you come with me this time, so he bought it."

That day the old man went out mysteriously for a while, and when he came back, he was carrying a sack. Now that he thinks about it, it should be those firecrackers.

"That thing is quite dangerous. Many children are injured every year. You should stop messing with that thing in the future." Feng Mo lifted the quilt covering his legs and got off the kang, and went to the main room with Zeno.

The old lady was sitting on the heated kang making dumplings. When Zeno saw it, he washed his hands and went to help. Feng Mo couldn't do this. His big hands were fine for rough work, but he never learned how to make dumplings.

Every time he picked up the soft dough, he didn't dare to use his hands hard, so Feng Dashuai could only be looked down upon by Qino, and then went outside to learn how to stew meat with the old man.

Generally, people who like delicious food can cook one or two special dishes, but it's a pity that Feng Mo rarely even went to the kitchen since he was a child, so it was impossible for him to cook.But since he came to Zeno's house for a week or so, he has learned a lot from the old man. The old man can't cook other dishes well, but stew and groceries are excellent.

He worked so hard until six o'clock, and it was getting dark, Zeno wanted to set off the whip but Feng Mo stopped him.

"Let's put it on tomorrow morning, and you will collapse again if you are in a black light." After lighting a cigarette, Feng Mo turned around and went to the yard to light a thousand rings that had been hung there earlier, and after a while, he rushed back into the house.

There was a crackling sound, and the old lady and Zeno brought the food they had sat down to the table. Some of the dumplings were left to cook until around ten o'clock in the middle of the night, which was considered a late-night snack.

Feng Mo picked up the chubby dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, sucking in the cool air hahaha when it was hot.

"Feng Mo, you have gained weight recently, if you continue to eat like this, you will lose your abdominal muscles." Zeno sat opposite him, stretched out his foot and kicked him.

"You kid, why don't you let people eat? It would be great if you were stronger. You're as thin as you and can be blown away in a gust of wind." The old lady glared at Qinuo, stretched out her chopsticks and caught Feng Mo with a big chicken leg To the bowl, "Eat more, grow up."

Zeno curled his lips, thinking how long?If it grows longer, it can go to the side of the road to put two light bulbs on it and use it as a utility pole.

The old man looked at Zi Nuo with a smile on the side, and put a chicken leg for him, and said: "Our Xiao Nuo is not yet 23, as the old saying goes, 23 can grow taller if he jumps up."

Zeno shook his head, happily gnawed on the chicken leg.That is, he can grow any longer, no matter what, he has to grow to a size of 1.8 meters, and he has to eat a little fatter, otherwise standing next to Feng Mo will be like a quail, too young.

After dinner, Qinuo and Feng Mo helped clear the table, and the old man took out mahjong and signaled them to play for a while.

The old man has two hobbies, playing mahjong and chess.

When the performance of the Spring Festival Gala started, the four of them were still playing mahjong. Zeno was not very good at playing mahjong, but Feng Mo was good at it, and he seemed to be quite proficient in cheating.

Or give the old man an all-in-one order.

Or order a thirteen for the old lady.

What about yourself?

Just come to a fart and collect a little money from time to time.

Zeno didn't notice it at first, but later he realized that something was wrong. This guy gave money to the old couple in a disguised form.

"You don't bring one like this, it's too obvious." Zeno tilted his head and rolled his eyes at him, then pouted.

"Today's hands are stinky, you should spank them." Stretching out his paws and slapping himself twice, the cheeky smile on his face made the root of his teeth itch.

The old lady looked at him with a smile and nodded.

The old man also smiled very comfortably. Today's card game was interesting and comfortable.

At ten o'clock, Qinuo went to cook dumplings. He was so full for dinner that he didn't want to eat them, but the old lady said it was a Chinese New Year custom, so he had three meanings to eat.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he bit one, Zeno's expression changed.

Feng Mo looked at him with a small bowl on the side, and asked worriedly: "Bite your tongue?"

Zeno shook his head, frowned, chewed and swallowed the dumpling in his mouth, quickly took a sip of orange juice, then turned to look at the wrinkled nose of the old lady, "Grandma! Why did you make a sugar dumpling?" , the sweetness of the leek stuffing is really unpalatable."

Originally, he liked to eat sweets, but the problem was that he really didn't feel very good when he was not prepared for the taste.

"Oh, I cooked a total of two wrapped in sugar. You are lucky to eat one at a time." The old lady smiled like a flower, her eyes narrowed.

Feng Mo also laughed at the side, and stuffed the dumpling into his mouth while laughing, but he bit it down and his expression changed.

Seeing him like this, Zi Nuo knew that he must be the same as himself who ate the candy filling without any preparation, and immediately raised his eyebrows gloatingly, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Feng Mo glared at him, and after swallowing the dumplings, he looked at the old lady and asked, "Grandma, did you do it on purpose? You caught the dumplings in Nuonuo's bowl just now, and the plate in front of me was served by you." of."

The old lady waved her hands and looked at them with a smile, "You two are lucky. Xiao Nuo has never eaten sugar dumplings since she was a child, and this is the first time this year."

Zeno was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed that this was the case.

Feng Mo leaned over cheaply, and the one who smiled was wide-eyed, "Oh, baby, will you start to be happy after being with me?"

"...can you show some face?" Zeno didn't bother to talk to him, ate another dumpling and climbed onto the bed.

Feng Mo didn't say anything anymore, and followed the old man and old lady to watch the party after cleaning up after eating dumplings.

When the bell was ringing, Zeno had already fallen asleep in Feng Mo's arms in a daze, the TV was very loud, and both the old man and the old lady were a little deaf.

Feeling someone pinch his nose, he woke up blinking his eyes, let out a sigh of relief, looked at Feng Mo and said, "It's over?"

"Well, it's over soon, you can really sleep." Feng Mo raised his hand and touched his forehead, but he didn't feel any sign of fever.

"Happy New Year, grandpa and grandma, I hope you will live a long and healthy life without illness or disaster." Zeno bowed to the old couple, smiling.

The old lady quickly took a small red envelope from her pocket and handed it to the two of them. Zi Nuo reached out to accept it, but Feng Mo pushed it back, "Grandma, my family doesn't like this."

The old man put on a straight face, and said dissatisfiedly: "The new daughter-in-law has to get a red envelope for the first year when she enters the house. Although you can't be regarded as a new daughter-in-law, you can still be regarded as Xiao Nuo's sweetheart. If you don't get it, don't come here."

Feng Mo hurriedly put the red package in his pocket and covered it, "That's not okay, I have to come back with Nuonuo every year in the future, grandpa, don't think I'm annoying when the time comes."

Zeno laughed at the side, and grandparents completely let go of it.