Chapter 81 (1/2)

No dreams overnight.

Cheng Huan got up early the next day, preparing the ingredients needed for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Cheng Huan saw a lot of fresh vegetables and various meats in the kitchen when he went to the next bar last night. Jiang Mingyuan said that they were sent by someone. She didn't ask who sent them, but just looking at the quality of those raw materials, she knew All good things.

The preparation before meals is always the most tedious. Cheng Huan cooks porridge in the pot, soaks the beef in cold water, takes out the lamb chops to thaw, cuts pork belly pork and simmers in water to prepare braised pork.

Put the meat in the pot and simmer on a small fire, and the porridge on the other side is almost ready. There is pickled radish delivered at home. Cheng Huan tasted good, crisp and refreshing, and a little sweet. She put some in a bowl , He noodles baked two quiches, and just came out, the father and son came downstairs.

The stars were still dragged down. When they came over, they shook their noses and said they were looking for meat. When they looked at the kitchen and found that all the meat was raw, they couldn't help but feel disappointed.

”Mom, I want to eat meat.” The little man pursed his lips.

Cheng Huan patted his head: ”You can eat these nights.”

”What about noon?”

”We eat chicken noodles at noon.”

”Aren't you eating meat?”

”Shredded chicken is meat.”

”That's okay.” The stars are not satisfied, but there is nothing they can do. After all, the person in charge has the right to speak. The little guy nodded, reluctantly agreed, and asked: ”I want to eat chicken legs.”

Cheng Huan pulled him to the table, took a bowl of porridge that Jiang Mingyuan handed over, and tore a piece of cake from the plate and stuffed it into his mouth: ”Eat breakfast, stop talking.”

”Oh.” Xing Xing grabbed the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it and finished eating, and then began to express his opinion: ”Mom, the cake is delicious!”

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After dinner, Jiang Mingyuan went to wash the dishes, and Cheng Huan began to stew chicken.

The chicken is an old free-range hen in the countryside. The meat is dense and there is not much meat on the body. It is best used for soup.

The chicken broth was being cooked, and the lamb chops were almost frozen. Cheng Huan had no choice but to go over and over a few times to make way for Jiang Mingyuan to come and help chop into pieces.

Jiang Mingyuan has very strong hands, and chopping a lamb chop is quite easy, but his knife work is not good, and the final product comes out in different sizes, and the gap is huge.

Anyway, Cheng Huan didn't care about these. She dumped the sheep aside and started to deal with other things.

There are too many things to get, even if one person helps, Cheng Huan is very busy.

The chicken soup had been boiled down. Cheng Huan used the soup to make three bowls of noodles. After the family had finished eating, they were ready to go to the grave.

Jiang Fu was buried on the mountain. The cemetery was connected by a winding mountain road. The road was not wide, and many cars were parked on the road. The car couldn't squeeze in at all. Several people had to get off the car and walk by.

There is a stall selling chrysanthemums near the cemetery. The flowers are very fresh and expensive. Jiang Mingyuan bought three bunches, and the three of them went to the cemetery with a bunch of flowers.

The cemetery is very large. It was built in accordance with the mountains, low in front and high in the middle. A two-meter wide road was built in the middle. Green cypresses were placed on both sides of the road, but it added life to the cemetery.

Many people come to worship on New Year's Eve, and some people say hello to Jiang Mingyuan along the way. He is a celebrity in this town. Although he hasn't come back often, everyone knows him and wants to get in touch with him. Jiang Mingyuan didn't show much impatience to these people who kept coming together, but he all answered, but no more.

Rao is that Jiang Mingyuan didn't say much to everyone, but because of the large base, it took them nearly half an hour to walk from the gate of the cemetery to Jiang's father's cemetery. Jiang's father's cemetery is behind the cemetery. This piece is obviously more luxurious than the front, and the distance between the two is also far.

Fewer people came here to worship, and the three walked more smoothly. Jiang Mingyuan led the way, and after two minutes, he walked to a tomb.

The area of ​​the grave is not small, about twenty or thirty square meters. A wall surrounding the grave is repaired with pebbles. Inside is a reduced-size double-storey Chinese-style building. At the main entrance of the building is a tombstone. The tombstone says Jiang Father In the middle of the tombstone's name and the time of his death, there is a picture of Jiang's father in front of him.

There are some people here to take care of the cemetery, but they are not so careful in taking the wages. Jiang Weed also has weeds growing around his grave. These grasses have strong vitality. The cold wind in winter has not made them completely yield. .

Jiang Mingyuan walked to the tombstone, put down the bouquet in his hand, went to clean up the weeds, and returned to the tombstone. He took a piece of parchment from his arms and wiped the tombstone, and then kneeled in front of the tombstone: ”Dad, Happy New Year. ”

He didn't say much. After a few words, he reached out and pulled the stars over.

Xing Xing knelt beside Dad, and stared at the picture on the tombstone. It took a while to figure out what was going on: ”Dad, is this grandpa?”

”Yes.” Jiang Mingyuan touched his head, his eyes soft, and he let the stars scratch his grandpa's head, whispered a few words, stood up with the child, and pulled Cheng Huan's hand over to the photo on the People said, ”Dad, this is my girlfriend, my future wife.”

The two were not married, and Cheng Huan didn't need to kneel to Father Jiang, but bowed in front of the tombstone. Jiang Mingyuan looked at her sideways, her eyes filled with gentle smiles. When she stood up, the man turned to his father and said, ”I'll take her to give you your wife tea when we get married.”