MTL - Assassin Farmer-~ 072 In addition to the old welcome

After eating lunch from Tianjia, he quit his words. Lin Sizhen took a jar of sorghum wine on his hand and took it with Su Shuiyu on the village road. Slowly basking in the sun and swaying home, it was a dip.

The thin ice and snow in the center of the village road have completely melted. Look up and look around, the fields and the roofs and fences of each household are covered with thick and solid white snow. Under the warm sun, there is a shining light, which is charming.

In such a quiet and almost no windy winter afternoon, it is a luxury to feel at ease.

"This day is very happy, isn't it?" Su Shui said with a smile.

"Yeah." Lin Sixiao smiled and stared at her more beautiful and charming face in the beautiful snow scene, nodded.

Su Shuiyu also smiled back.

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The New Year's Eve, finally arrived in the sound of firecrackers around the town of Fanhua.

Early in the morning, after drinking hot corn porridge and rice dumplings, Su Shuiyu was driven out of the kitchen as always, and had to go back to the bedroom to care for the bed and organize the clothes.

After Lin Siyi was busy with the kitchen work, he took a basin of water, found a clean cotton towel, and went out of the kitchen.

First all the window ridges, then the door of the east and west wing, then the north and south doors of the hall and kitchen, and finally the big double door, in short, Lin Siyi will all the doors and windows of the house, once again I wiped it thoroughly and thoroughly until there was no trace of dust. Only in the afternoon of the afternoon, Su Shuiyu’s thoughts on the Spring Festival couplets and the big "Fu" characters were posted on all the doors and windows.

In addition to the gates of the courtyard and the two gates of the north and south of the hall, each of them is a pair of words that describe the fullness of the spring, the old and the new, and other beautiful words. The rest of the doors and windows are written on the diamond-shaped red paper. The big "Fu" word, and all of them have to be upside down, meaning "blessing."

Xiaochun took a few laps around the concentrated Lin Shiyi, and finally took a big "Fu" word and swayed back to it and Xiaoxue's home - the door of the wooden house, lying in front of the wooden house, basking in the sun, squinting The small snow that snored snorted a few times, and seemed to say: such a fun thing, we also come to play with it...

Of course, responding to it is a lack of interest in disdain.

Su Shuiqi saw it, and took the word "Fu" in Xiaochunkou with a funny smile. It was stained with the white paste made of glutinous rice and pasted it directly above the wooden house door. Taking a picture of Xiaochun’s head, it seems to be a joke: “How? Like a home?”

"Oh..." Xiaochun shook his head and whispered a wolf, and then he returned to the side of Xiaoxue with peace of mind, squinting at the warm sunshine.

I really know how to enjoy it. Su Shuiyu sees it, can't help but bend the brows of my eyes, and my heart is full of praise: Xiaochun Xiaoxue is more and more human. She can even feel that they are understandable. Sometimes I will talk back, but I can't understand their wolf language. So thinking about it, the wolf is smarter than people.

Su Shuiqi shook his head in a smile, and used the Xiaochun and Xiaoxue, who enjoyed the warmth of the sun, to fill the water of a large soup bowl, and then walked into the hall.

At noon, the sun is about to rise to Zhongtian. Su Shuiyu decided to take advantage of the good weather on a sunny day. The mats and covers were taken out again and turned over, which not only removes dust and mildew, but also sleeps dry and warm at night. some.

After Lin Shizhen posted the Spring Festival couplet and the word "Fu", he sat in the kitchen with satisfaction and began to prepare for lunch.

Since it is not necessary to start to welcome the gods, welcoming the kitchen gods and offering the ancestors, you can start the New Year's Eve when you are about to give up. Therefore, Lin Sizhen thinks that it is simpler at noon. Otherwise, the rich and sophisticated dishes that have been prepared for the ingredients in the evening will be wasted.

"Water simmer, cooking noodles at noon can be good?" After thinking about it, Lin Sizhen came to the small drying field on the bank of the Nanyuan River, and proposed to Sushui, who was being paved.

"Good. I want to eat a piece of Chuanchuan." Su Shuiqi asked for a smile. The film made by Lin Siwei is comparable to the craftsmanship of the super-spot chef of the Su family. It is not greasy for her to eat and eat again.

Lin Sixiao nodded with a funny smile. However, it is just a noodle. If you eat it well, you can't eat the taste of the mountain. But her extremely satisfying expression of joy, so that he could not help but deeply doubt the level of his own film, whether it really has a rapid rise?

This piece of Kawagawa was secretly learned from his wife when he was working in a teahouse. The initial intention is simple: feed yourself. It was only after the income of the old cabinet owner, and then sent to the mountain to learn, return to school and gradually become the killer of the Fengyao Pavilion. Sometimes it was too busy to almost even sleep. Therefore, he gradually lost his leisure time to cook for himself.

Now, he can slowly lick the dough, cut the delicate noodles, and then wash the washed winter pickles, cut pork, cut wild winter bamboo shoots, cut carrots... Anyone can be used as a seasoning, He was taken one by one and cut into silk spare...

I want him to spend time on the price of killing God, but now he is willing to wash in the small kitchen in such a leisurely, casual speed, just to give his beloved woman a bowl of the film she wants to eat.

If he is known by his former teammates, he might laugh at the big teeth. But this is what he is willing and willing to do now.

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After lunch, I paused for a while, and I sipped on the pot and drank the black bitter tea with a fragrant scent. Until the end of the afternoon, I got up and prepared for the New Year's Eve bath.

Lin Shiyi went to the kitchen to burn hot water and prepare grapefruit leaves. Su Shuiyan went to the bedroom to prepare two people for changing clothes.

Today, the warmest place in the interior is the hall, because the whole day is awkward.

Therefore, Lin Sijun dropped the south gate of the hall, so that the small pure snow that squatted under the south of the hall was out of time and ran into the destruction, so that Su Shui could safely bathe in the hall.

And he himself, he stayed at the north gate of the hall and listened to the sound inside to avoid any situation. It was not until Sushui was soaked that he cleaned up the hall. I am not afraid to take a bath in the kitchen.

After the two men both finished bathing, they were refreshed and replaced with new clothes.

Su Shuiyu is a two-piece tunic skirt embroidered with Hanmei, a pair of sakura-red gold and silver double silk threads, which is extremely contrasting with the cherry red robes.

Lin Shizhen is a smoky robes-style waist-dressed blouse. The wide belt is embroidered with a few petals of silver-lined bamboo leaves, which contrast with the green bamboo at the hem.

Matching his long, long hair, it is a noble and noble character. And his black cotton embroidered back with a black cotton embroidered, I do not know if he is not willing to wear, or he really does not fear the cold. In short, most of the time, he is not always used. It was really cold and biting, and the north wind was screaming, and it was necessary to go out under such circumstances. This was the warm, self-cultivating winter cotton gown worn by Su Shuiyu.

It was not until the two men put on new clothes that they began to prepare for the sacrifices.

First, welcome the return of the stove **** to the world.

The ceremonies of the stove and the stove are actually very similar: still a pair of candles, three long incense, a cup of tea, a glass of wine, a cup of sugar, a glass of water, two plates of fruit, four dishes of snacks, six leeks, nine dishes, one large Bowl of rice... In short, it is necessary to present all the good things in the house in a few cases and present them to the kitchen king.

In the small year, the **** of the stove, with so many food and wine, is nothing more than to seal the mouth of the legendary more mouth-watering stove god. The so-called eating mouth is soft, and when he went to heaven to report to the world, he was able to say something good to him before the Jade Emperor. .

In the New Year, I welcome the gods and offer the same food and wine. I am thankful or shy. If he said something good, he would have to do all the rewards and gratitude at home. If he didn't say good things, he was ashamed of him, so that he will not be like this again next year.

After welcoming the kitchen god, it is to worship the ancestors.

Su Shui-soo and Lin Si-yin bowed respectfully to the ancestors' ceremonies, and they meditated at the bottom of their hearts: the ancestors were on the top and blessed each other.

However, in fact, the two worshipped the ancestors who even had their own ignorance and emptiness. It is also said that the other party is so solemn, there must be such a thing.

Welcome to the kitchen god, to sacrifice the ancestors, the remaining six nine nineteen fifteen exquisite delicious dishes is the family's New Year's Eve. Of course, the cold back to the pot is hot, and the dried pot is moist. Adding a pot of hot dumplings and dumplings, this is a few cases, the two are sitting on the enthusiasm, the two wolves are squatting, "a family of four", ready to reunion New Year.

The sound of firecrackers outside the house is cold and windy. Inside the house, laughter and laughter, warm as spring.

A reunion dinner, from the time of Shen Shizhi to the end of the time, finally, but Su Shishui, who is not sturdy after the sorghum, can’t wait to keep his age, and he is blindfolded and falls asleep in Lin’s arms. It is.

Until the sudden increase in the firecrackers screamed her, it was discovered that she had already nap to the beginning of the New Year's child.

And Lin Sizheng smiled and admired her blurred eyes and charm when she woke up. "Wake up? It's already time. Let's go back to the house to sleep." His eyes flashed a familiar heat. Then she picked her up and kicked the door of the bedroom.

"Auntie, isn't it... still burning firecrackers?" Su Shuiqi thought of this head.

"It has already burned out." As early as she woke up, she ignited the old-fashioned welcome firecrackers. Otherwise, how can she wake up? He smiled low in her ear, and put her on the big bed, pressing her boneless and feminine body...

A little candlelight swayed, and the cold night was so hot and short. At the beginning of the new year, it has already arrived... Spring, will it be far behind?