When Song Ming returned to his house, it was already dark. Even Ji Bo'an was wondering why it was almost half an hour late today. However, since his father didn't say it, he couldn't ask, but he looked at the wooden box in Ji Yu's hand with a few attention, intending to ask Ji Lu if there was time to ask him, and there was any allusion in it.

Ji Yu was quite happy when Song Ming came. He seemed to have some worries and stopped thinking about anything else for the time being. He looked at the three children in front of him and was very satisfied. He usually lived in a deserted state by himself. This year suddenly there were a bunch of people at home New Year's Eve, which was also very lively.

"Did you go and ask? What's wrong with uncle?" Although Ji Yu was still smiling during dinner, they were not blind. They could see clearly the sorrow between their eyebrows and the sadness that occasionally appeared in their eyes. Song Ming stood in the yard and asked Ji Bo'an who was walking from afar.

Fei Bing'an and Song Ming were both standing in the yard waiting for him. Ji Bo'an naturally saw it. He walked closer and said, "I just asked, it was my father who went to get the customized jewelry and thought of some past events, so he was in a bad mood." Thinking of Ji Lu's sigh and regret just now, it should be that this happened more than once or twice, so that he could understand the reason so well. "Before the New Year Festival every year, my father would draw a step-shaking drawing himself and then find someone to customize it. The wooden box he was holding today should be in it."

Fei Bing'an and the others knew what was going on, so they had to comfort Ji Bo'an, and then they each parted in a break.

The New Year is the New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival. On this day, all officials do not need to go to court or pay homage to the emperor. They all reunite with their families at home. They were hung with colorful silk in the yard early in the morning. People have never been idle since the morning. Ji Bo'an and others all wore more festive red robes.

The firecrackers in the capital have been set off one after another before they woke up. It sounds very lively. When they go out, they can see a bunch of children holding the firecrackers they have been spared from, and they are all tentatively lit with the incense of threads they worship at home. Those who are more courageous will go to the point, while the younger ones hide behind and cover their ears. Even when the explosion is loud, they will be so scared that they close their eyes and only quietly reveal a gap in their eyes.

The northern part of the New Year Festival is a must-have for the New Year Festival. The old man always treats the food as a dragon egg. They eat it before the New Year, so he is not in a hurry to buy it now. Ji Yu gave the servants at home early on. As long as he prepares the work in his hand, he can go home first. The chef in the backyard stir-frys one dish at a time. Finally, he served all the twelve dishes on the table and was able to rest. After picking the apron, he went back to prepare for his New Year Festival at home.

"After lunch, let's wrap the dumplings ourselves, which is a lottery ticket, so don't be lazy." Ji Yu just carried out the wine he had hidden under the plum trees in the backyard. At this time, he was wiping the jar with a cloth and wiping the sludge on it. He had been brewing the wine that had been brewing for seven or eight years. Before the lid was opened, the other small ones had their eyes shining, which scared him so much that he hurriedly hid behind him.

Ji Bo'an has made the dumplings by himself. They used to be ready-made. When he just learned that Ji Yu had all the servants at home on vacation, he was stunned. He looked at the wine and said, "Father, I can't make them by myself, why don't I go and clean the jar for you."

"I can't wrap it, can I roll it up?" Song Ming would help his parents make dumplings every New Year's Day at home, and he felt that this was not that difficult. He came to Ji Bo'an and said little by little, but after the explanation, he only saw Ji Bo'an's confused look, so he turned to look at Fei Bingan and said, "He doesn't know, what about you, Bingan?" It's normal for Ji Bo'an to not know that Fei Bingan should have done it for his home like him, so he asked.

Fei Bingan hadn't spoken at first, his face turned a little red, and Song Ming asked him the wrong question. "I haven't made it at home, I've always made it all for my mother and sisters." As he said this, his face turned redder. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Mother said it would be better to go out for a few rounds to help them, than to help them." At home, he used to say a gentleman who was away from the kitchen and drove him out, but now he didn't know how to make this dumpling.

"If you don't know how to study, no one will run away today." Ji Yu originally thought that they could make the dumplings work well, but he didn't expect that he almost became the commander of the bare hands. The soldiers under his command were useful for Song Ming, and the other two were the shrimp soldiers and crab generals. "Today I also prepared some lottery tickets for candy and peanuts." He put the cleaned jar in a safe place.

Ji Bo'an never felt that something was so difficult. It was the first time he was so embarrassed about this rice noodles. The small round cakes that came out of Ji Yu's hand were square and round, and the dumpling skins that looked like rags were really hit. The same feeling as him was Fei Bing'an, who was trying to wrap the meat filling in the dumpling skins on the other side. He felt that his hand, who was holding the pen, was particularly uncontrollable today, as if he had cramps. He either missed it here or couldn't hold it there. After finally wrapping it, he looked different from the things that Song Ming had made. There was not even a pleat on it, and it looked like a big meatball.

"You two are not making dumplings, you two are doing needlework, right?" Ji Yu looked up and looked serious. It seemed that the woman was embroidering with needlework, and her speed was not as fast as that of embroidery. "I used to look quite smart, why are they so stupid when they all do it?"

When the dough was all wrapped, Fei Bing'an and the others were covered with flour on their faces. Seeing that Ji Yu and Song Ming couldn't hold back their smiles. After the dumplings were put into the pot, the thread was exposed. At first glance, it was the masterpiece of Ji Bo'an and Fei Bing'an. Fortunately, the few candy peanuts and copper coins were made by Ji Yu and Song Ming. Otherwise, this year, the lottery ticket would not be able to eat the whole pot of dumplings, so they had to go to the bottom of the pot to pick them up.

"I won't do this again." Fei Bing'an took the towel and handed carefully to the flour stuck to his chin and said, "The skin is soft and softer than that paper." You have to learn to adapt. Since it is not done well, he will hide away. It is right for a gentleman to stay away from the kitchen!
Chapter completed!