Chapter 27 New Year's>

On the afternoon of the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhen Xing closed early when she saw that there were no guests. It's New Year's Eve tomorrow, and every family is going to celebrate the Spring Festival.

Zhen Xing first calculated the account. Dare, with the promotion this month, I actually made 400 taels of silver! What a good business! Zhen Xing looked at it excitedly.

The emperor gave her the cost of living in the future, but only one thousand taels of silver. I've been busy this month and earned 400 taels of silver! Close to half! Otherwise, women should be self-reliant!

Xiaofuzi took the inventory of the goods and reported the data to Zhenxing. Zhenxing muttered in her heart that the shelf life of these remaining goods is a little poor after the Spring Festival. I don't know if people can accept it. Forget it, I don't think about this, four hundred taels of silver! After the Spring Festival, she must deposit it in the ticket number!

Thinking of the Spring Festival, Zhen Xing suddenly remembered that her home had not been cleaned yet. In panic, she called Xiao Fuzi in a panic and pulled Qi Boxong up from **.

Three people changed their heads, and a towel was tied to Zhenxing's hair. The three of them took three brooms and began to clean the room!

Zhen Xing is responsible for cleaning the wall, and Xiao Fuzi is responsible for cleaning the kitchen. Qi Boxong took a broom and helped Zhen Xing clean it up. He is responsible for the finishing work, that is, when Zhen Xing finishes cleaning, he is cleaning the floor.

The rice cake I bought was hidden in the cupboard, and the knotted lantern was also put outside. The big black dog put his head on the lantern and hid in Xiao Fuzi's room without doing anything.

Xiao Fuzi's mother told Xiao Fuzi that she didn't have to go home this year. Normally, the apprentice was not allowed to go home until he was three years old. However, Zhen Xing and Qi Bosong are kind and worried that Xiao Fuzi misses his mother. Xiao Fuzi's mother was worried about wasting the cost of going back and forth, so she simply wrote to tell Xiao Fuzi that she didn't need to go home.

It was not until the evening that the house looked like it. Zhen Xing didn't know where she heard the theory. She said that she didn't sweep the house during the Spring Festival, and the dust weighed her luck. Qi Bosong followed her all afternoon, so tired that a slight sweat oozed from the tip of his nose.

Qi Bosong took advantage of the dawn to hang up the big red lantern. Zhen Xing looked at the red lantern and thought of Zhang Yimou's "Big Red Lantern Hanging High".

After all, the atmosphere of the New Year in this era is heavier.

In the past, I paid more attention to it when I was in the palace. As soon as they entered the twelfth lunar month, the maids of honor were busy pasting the red character Fu. Sometimes, it is a bat's paper-cut, and sometimes, it is a hollowed-out red gourd.

At the edge of the bed and the edge of the pillow are the red bats made by the maids. When it comes to the right day, everyone is also dressed happily.

According to the rules in the palace, the palace maids usually can't wear too festive clothes for fear of seducing men. But on New Year's Eve, the maid of honor can also fill in a few red colors.

Besides, in the master, she still remembers a year in the palace. At that time, the Queen Longyu wore a dark red dress, which made her face darker.

In the evening, Lafayette sat in front of the long table. One hundred and eight dishes were set up. There are auspicious dishes on it, as well as seasonal vegetables.

Queen Longyu held a menu in her hand. She read one, and the little eunuch sent one. At this time, Emperor Guangxu put a spoon in a spoon and put it into the old Buddha's small plate.

There was a dish, and Emperor Guangxu deliberately filled three spoonfuls. At this time, the old eunuch Zhang Fu shouted mercilessly, "Withdraw." Immediately, someone came up and brought down the dish. In the next half of the month, he would never see the dish again.

Zhen Xing looked at the daffodils in front of the window. She ran to the street yesterday to buy it. When it comes to the Spring Festival, she likes the taste of daffodils. That's a kind of nostalgia for childhood.

She has also enjoyed the glory and wealth. Isn't it good to have such an ordinary life now? Just like this narcissus, it looks ordinary, but it can bloom beautiful flowers.

Zhen Xing walked to the kang, and the two well-made beds were locked in the warehouse. I can't help it. This is Widow Li's house. They won't let you tear down the kang. Zhen Xing lay down helplessly, but her feathers were still warmed.

It's early the second day, and it's New Year's Eve. Zhen Xing was pulled up by Qi Bosong early. Breakfast was already on the table, and Zhen Xing casually took a few bites to protest against Qi Boxong's wake-up so early.

In the early morning, Xiao Fuzi cooked a pot of rice. Zhen Xing put on a leather jacket and followed Qi Boxong out to paste the pair. This couple, but Qi Boxong ran to the street to buy it yesterday afternoon. The half-foot-wide pair has a different spirit.

The personality of doing business is exquisite. It is believed that only by pasting a big pair can make next year's business more prosperous. Zhen Xing held the rice bowl, and Qi Boxong brushed the rice with one hand and pasted the pair with the other.

There are already children setting off firecrackers on the street. Zhen Xing looked at these little boys from afar and couldn't help thinking about it. In this era of material scarcity, what children are most happy about is to listen to the sound of firecrackers, right? However, that is the child's wish. But the adults didn't give much. They just took a few on the bought firecrackers, and the children were happy.

Looking at those children, Zhen Xing suddenly realized that happiness is really not about having more, but caring less.

Zhen Xing looked up at Qi Boxong. Isn't the man in front of him an ideal man? She is also willing to live a lifetime with this man.

Qi Bosong pasted all the pairs and saw that it was going to be noon. Zhen Xing got into the kitchen. It's the Spring Festival. Of course, everyone should have a good meal. Zhen Xing specially prepared roast chicken, braised meat and sauced beef that Qi Boxong likes. Of course, the highlight is naturally a big fish.

Xiaofuzi took the frozen fish out of the basin and scraped off the scales on it. Zhen Xing looked at the fish, but it was difficult.

Boiled fish, pickled fish, beer fish, braised fish, steamed fish, etc. In short, she has eaten many kinds of fish with different cooking methods. However, when there was really a fish in front of her, she didn't know what to do.

Boiled fish? I only love to eat, but I can't cook. She remembers that there is a lot of red oil in the boiled fish, and she won't bother to squeeze the red oil. Thinking of this, Zhenxing was full of regret. When I met Boss Liu last night, Boss Liu said that the cook had no place to go during the holiday. She should have invited the cook home. Why should she embarrass herself at this time?

Forget it, hurry the ducks to the shelves. Who says that there is no Baidu Aunt in this era?

"Be careful when you clean up. Don't break the fish gallbladder, or it will suffer. Also, be careful of stabbing your hands." Zhen Xing told Xiao Fuzi.

Qi Bosong went in and out of the kitchen three times. If you want to see whether Zhen Xing needs help or not. He was pushed out by Zhenxing three times, and Zhenxing smiled and told him that she would settle everything.

Qi Bosong doesn't believe it. What can the master who just came out of the palace do?

Zhen Xing is reloaded. Before making fish, she has to cook braised pork. She remembers that Qi Boxong said that she likes to eat braised pork. However, I haven't made this dish. Anyway, she made up her mind that she had never eaten pork and had seen a pig walk. She felt the stone and crossed the river.

The pork belly was cut into small pieces and copied in hot water. After pouring some oil into the pot, Zhenxing immediately threw the brown sugar in and kept stir-frying until the sugar was slightly burnt.

Zhen Xing hurriedly put the meat into the pot. At this time, Xiao Fuzi handed over ginger, garlic, cinnamon and dried peppers and threw them into the pot. Stir-fry with meat, and add cooking wine, salt and vinegar. Then, when Zhen Xing saw that the lid of the pot was covered, she just waited for the taste to get in and get out of the pot.

Xiaofuzi's fish has been washed. Zhenxing thought about it. Now that he has made braised pork, braised fish should also be the same recipe, right?

Zhen Xing first found a dry cloth and wiped the fish. After basically confirming that there was no moisture, Xiaofuzi threw the fish into the pot. Xiao Fuzi kept pouring hot oil on the fish. In a while, both sides of the fish turned golden yellow.

After Zhenxing cut the green onion, ginger and garlic, Xiaofuzi took the fish out of the pot and put out a large part of the oil inside. Zhenxing put the green onion, ginger and garlic in it, sprinkled it with cooking wine, salt and sugar, covered the pot, and waited for the fish to cook.

Half an hour passed, and Xiao Fuzi came to the table with braised pork, and Zhen Xing came to the table with the fish.

The coffee table in the living room is full of all kinds of cold and hot dishes. Zhen Xing put the fish away, and the fish head was facing Qi Boxong. Qi Bosong moved the plate and made the fish head face Zhen Xing. Zhen Xing smiled, and the two of them naturally understood what this meant.

Zhenxing picked up the glass and said with a smile, "In the past few months, you have spent a lot of time for this family. I don't have much ability. I can't help you two. Today is the Spring Festival, I would like to give you a toast. Thank you for your hard work for such a long time.

Qi Bosong and Xiao Fuzi smiled and clinked glasses with Zhen Xing. As they talked and laughed, they raised their chopsticks. Try it. It's my first time to cook braised pork in brown sauce. Zhen Xing said to Qi Bosong and Xiao Fuzi with a smile.

Qi Bosong picked up a piece of chopsticks, chewed it in his mouth a few times, and swallowed it abruptly.

"How do you feel?" Zhen Xing asked eagerly.

Qi Boxong smiled and said awkwardly, "It's delicious, but it's a little sweet. However, as the first time to make braised pork, this technique is quite good.

Zhen Xing's heart thumped and knew that it must not be very delicious. So he picked up the chopsticks and took a taste. Really, it's sweet and a little difficult to eat.

"Wait, I'll boil it again." Zhen Xing stood up in panic. At this time, Xiao Fuzi picked up the dish and said with a smile, "The boss's wife, I'll go." After saying that, Xiao Fuzi disappeared into the room.

For a moment, only Qi Bosong and Zhen Xing were left in the room. Zhen Xing looked up at Qi Boxong. The two suddenly felt a burst of embarrassment and didn't know what to say.

Qi Bosong couldn't help coughing a few times. What's wrong with them? Why are you so awkward all of a sudden?