The Jiang family also had to eat dumplings on New Year's Eve, but the work of making dumplings was not handed over to Feng and the others. Instead, the whole family gathered in front of the TV and divided the work and cooperated. The man Jiang and his men were very strong, so they were responsible for rolling the dumpling skins. Jiang and the others gathered around Grandma Jiang to make dumplings.?

Ling Xiaoxiao leaned aside, and now that except for Grandma Jiang and Mother Jiang all made dumplings, they all made strange dumplings. You can tell at a glance that no one can do it.

At this time, Aunt Jiang was too busy to take care of herself and had no time to find fault. She had a very torment every year on New Year's Eve. This year was already good. With more mother Jiang and Ling Xiaoxiao helping her share Grandma Jiang's gaze.

"Xiaoxiao, your dumplings are like small ingots, so beautiful." When Jiang's mother pulled her finger, the edge of the dumplings was torn again, and the dumpling filling inside was about to fall out again. She was busy making up for it. When she turned her head, she saw the dumplings made by Ling Xiaoxiao, neatly placed aside.

Ling Xiaoxiao smiled, with a little nostalgic taste in her smile: "My father likes to eat dumplings, so when winter comes, my mother will make a lot of dumplings and freeze them outside. When my father comes back from get off work, he can take some in the house to cook when he is hungry. It is delicious and convenient. My mother is too busy alone, so I will help her make it."

Even in this life, such memories are a bit far away. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the dumplings on the curtain, but what appeared before her was Ling's satisfied eating dumplings.

I really miss them.

Grandma Jiang made a dumpling and reached out to put it next to Ling Xiaoxiao: "It's very cold in winter. I heard that in winter, I don't even need a refrigerator. You can put things outside directly and you can freeze in a short while."

"Yes," Ling Xiaoxiao took back her longing: "The winter is very cold, and if you wear less clothes, you will be frozen after a while. In winter, we rarely go out."

Jiang's mother agreed with Ling Xiaoxiao's words. She was born in Province A and had a deeper understanding and feelings about that land than Ling Xiaoxiao. After hearing Ling Xiaoxiao say this, she nodded quickly: "Yes. When it's winter, it's dripping water and freezing. I have been wearing that thick coat for many years. I haven't had the chance to wear it this year, and I'm still a little uncomfortable."

For Mother Jiang, there is no difference between the hospital where she is. She is still the largest proportion of the ward and operating table in life. However, after all, Province A is her hometown, and most of the memories in her life are there. Just one topic can evoke her full memories.

"You two," Grandma Jiang couldn't help laughing as she heard Ling Xiaoxiao and Mom Jiang's tone exactly the same, "It's really a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. I know you're good. If you have the chance in the future, I will take my old woman back and have a look. Let's also try the big fish by the river and see the famous ice lamp."

"Okay. We can leave anytime when we have time. Our house in Bincheng has not been sold yet. We didn't have to worry about where to live in the past. It was just right." Mother Jiang looked at Ling Xiaoxiao's dumpling making action happily, and as she learned, she began to look a little.

"Sister-in-law, why didn't your house be sold? Don't you plan to go back in the future?" After hearing this for a long time, Aunt Jiang finally found the opportunity to interrupt.

"Zi Zhuo's child was not allowed to sell, and said he would have a place to live when he went back in the future." When Jiang's mother said this, she glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao: "The child originally said that she would accompany Xiaoxiao back during the winter and summer vacations."

Mother Jiang sighed, and the plan did not change quickly. When Jiang Zizhuo comes back, they should graduate. Where will there be winter and summer vacations?

Feeling everyone's eyes falling on him for a moment, Ling Xiaoxiao only joked: "He doesn't have time, so let's accompany me."

Grandma Jiang laughed: "Okay, then you will be with me. I will be with you."

After the topic was over, the few people chatted again, and they carefully avoided the A-School and Jiang Zizhuo. While watching the Spring Festival Gala, they were looking for words at random.

As midnight entered, children gradually began to go out to set off fireworks and firecrackers. From time to time, there were crackling sounds outside. Ling Xiaoxiao followed the Jiang brothers and others and ran around the alley.

The fireworks alternately bloomed in the sky with the most beautiful colors. It was clearly extinguished, which made her suddenly think of the New Year's Eve of the first year of high school. At that time, the two of them were not familiar with each other and had not said a few words. However, Jiang Zizhuo gave herself the best New Year gift in that New Year.

Just as she was thinking about him, the cell phone in her pocket suddenly became trembling. She looked at the call and rang a few steps away from the Jiang brothers.

"Happy New Year." A low voice sounded, like fireworks blooming in my ears, falling into my heart.

"Happy New Year. Brother Jiang and I are walking around the alley outside." Ling Xiaoxiao kicked the stone beside her feet.

"I heard the sound from your side." Jiang Zizhuo's voice was a little light, but his voice was too hoarse.

"Are you sick?" Ling Xiaoxiao frowned. It was not long since then. Is this not adapting to the weather there?

"No, it's because of the high pressure of studying, so I don't have much time to sleep every day." Not only that, he just finished all night the day before, and had not slept for more than 30 hours in a row. But these telling Ling Xiaoxiao only made her more worried.

But he still wanted to listen to her voice and wash away the fatigue on his body.

As if he knew what Jiang Zizhuo was thinking, Ling Xiaoxiao was just talking about what happened around him during this period, saying that Xia Ziqian might find him a brother-in-law, his experience of reading books these days, and what Grandma Jiang said before when making dumplings.

The two of them were like before, talking and listening, only crossing the phone, but they seemed to have never been separated.

"Zi Zhuo, come in for a meeting." Ling Xiaoxiao was just talking about going back to play mahjong with Brother Jiang and the others in a while when she heard a strange male voice coming from the receiver: "I'm urging you to go to the meeting quickly, I'm going back to kill all sides."

"Okay, I'll call you again if you have time."

Jiang Zizhuo hung up the phone very simply. Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a long time when she listened to the beeping sound on the phone.

"What are you thinking? Let's go home and eat dumplings. We'll agree to wait a moment. You can't cry if you lose all your money." Brother Jiang came back in the past, looked at her expression carefully, deliberately making her happy.

"I don't know who will lose. I'll give you this to you first." Brother Jiang Er, with his familiar personality, was already very familiar with him for the afternoon, and he didn't have so much to avoid talking.
Chapter completed!