Although it hasn’t been popular to stay up all night in recent years, in the Northeast, there’s not much to do in winter, other than staying in.
This New Year’s Eve dinner would last until late, especially in the countryside. No matter how daily life is, eating dumplings on New Year’s Eve is a must.
Gong Ruini and her family are from the South, so they had rice for dinner, and dumplings for supper, considering the customs of both the North and South.
Gong Ruini patted her already full belly and couldn’t help but sigh, this New Year’s celebration is so joyful, no worse than later generations.
Though in later years, New Year’s ans lavish feasts, with imported fruits, imported seafood, basically anything you want to eat is available.
But this New Year’s Eve dinner is thoroughly a Northeast farmhouse style. However, the atmosphere is impeccable, if Gong Ruini were to choose, she’d definitely pick now.
"I’m so full," Zhao Guangran held his belly and kept saying he’s full.
Today’s food tasted great, making Zhao Guangran unable to put down his chopsticks, and another reason is he didn’t want Gong Ruini to eat too much.
Gong Ruini knew Zhao Guangran’s little sches, but she wouldn’t hold it against a child, what good would eating more do except make one feel uncomfortable.
However, seeing Zhao Guangran so nervous, Gong Ruini didn’t want him to be too cocky, especially since teasing this kid is quite entertaining.
No matter how delicious the food is, Gong Ruini would still be cautious, although when she first arrived, she often ate like a ravenous ghost, not stopping until stuffed.
She feared that after one al, there wouldn’t be another, but now she knows there’s plenty of food at ho, so why should she let herself suffer.
Gong Ruini is careful not to let herself get stuffed, including today, so she can joyfully watch Zhao Guangran clutching his belly and shouting how full he is.
Zhao Guangran turned to see that Gong Ruini wasn’t holding her belly, "Wow, you’re not stuffed."
Hmph, only he made a fool of himself, Zhao Guangran was quite unwilling, thinking it was too much.
"I stood up and walked around while eating," Gong Ruini would never admit she intentionally led Zhao Guangran to eat more, that would be too an.
Moreover, his parents and brother are present; Gong Ruini wouldn’t let anyone catch her doing sothing wrong.
"If you want to eat more, you have to exercise more. The more you move, the more you can eat," Gong Ruini kindly shared her insights with Zhao Guangran, "Eating too much doesn’t feel good."
To be honest, Gong Ruini found it strange. Zhan Jing is a doctor, she should know that overeating is bad for health, why hasn’t she taught Zhao Guangran well.
Not to ntion Zhao Guangran had over-eaten a few tis before, why hasn’t he learned? Gong Ruini really doesn’t understand.
Zhan Jing no longer had the idea of correcting her younger son’s habit of overeating. Anyway, after getting stuffed, he would jump around to digest, considering it a bit of exercise.
Zhan Jing was busy making dumplings. It was the only culinary skill she was better at than Cai ina. Today, she had been tricked by Zhao Guangran, so to restore her honor, she was busy making dumplings, wanting her one forte to shine.
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The Gong Tao family’s New Year’s Eve dinner was filled with joy, everyone ate until their bellies were round, even if not overly full, they were close to it.
Far away, the atmosphere at the Gong Family was not good. Zhang Lan felt this New Year’s Eve dinner was miserably disappointing. Not only did no one co to help with the cooking, but none of them brought any ingredients, leaving the old lady utterly frustrated.
All they rembered was to co with an open mouth to eat, not thinking to bring anything. If they don’t bring anything, at least they could co ho early to help.
Ever since Cai ina married into the Cai Family, Zhang Lan seldom cooked New Year’s Eve dinners, rarely cooked dinners at all. Her culinary skills had regressed, and now suddenly having to take it up again left the old lady very busy.
"Grandma, why is there no at?" Gong Qiang’s eldest son, Gong Xinyu, looked around and found there was no at. He was unhappy; there was always at during the New Year before, why not now?
More importantly, Grandma had promised he could eat more at during the New Year, but now he didn’t see any, not even bits of at, how could he be happy.
If it were anyone else asking why there was no at, Zhang Lan would definitely reprimand them for lacking filial piety. But since it was her favorite grandson, she couldn’t bear to scold him.
Actually, it’s not that there was no at; there was only a small amount each month. Even if Zhang Lan made braised pork, she wouldn’t bring it out, saving it for the fifteenth day of the first month for show.
Seeing his eldest grandson wanting to eat at, the old lady couldn’t bear it and retrieved a bowl of at from the cupboard, cautiously looking at it, "Yu, you can have one piece of at, not too much."
"We’ll eat more on the fifteenth," to the old lady, it was all for her eldest grandson anyway, eating it a few days later was the sa.
Zhang Lan’s thoughts, how could Gong Xinyu understand? To him, that was at, promised by Grandma. Imdiately, a piece of at went into his mouth, and he didn’t forget to grab a second piece.
As for Zhang Lan’s words about waiting until the fifteenth, Gong Xinyu wouldn’t care. To him, Grandma would resolve it by then; he hadn’t had at for a while, how could he not want it?
Zhang Lan wanted her grandson to eat just one piece of at; she didn’t expect Gong Xinyu to quickly eat several pieces. A bowl of at doesn’t have many pieces, and after Gong Xinyu’s eating spree, there was only a little left at the bottom.
Zhang Lan grew anxious, hurriedly trying to take the bowl away, "Good child, let’s eat in a few days."
Gong Xinyu, just getting into the excitent of eating, wouldn’t let Zhang Lan take the at away and fiercely guarded the bowl.
One wanted to take the bowl, the other wouldn’t let go, making for a lively scene.
"Grandma, I want so at too." Just as the two were wrestling over the bowl, another child’s voice popped up.
"There’s no at," hearing soone else wanting at, how could Gong Xinyu, used to having all to himself, agree?
He sped up and ate all the at in the bowl, leaving Zhang Lan dumbfounded, no more at?
What to do when her daughter visits on the second day? Though she could let her daughter and family go without, a bowl of at still had to be presented, and now it was all gone.
Zhang Lan didn’t know what to do on the second day. She was furious, but instead of lashing out at at-sated Gong Xinyu, she yelled at the atless grandson.
The younger grandson was already unhappy at not having at, and hearing Zhang Lan yell made him burst into tears.
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