In the busy life, the Lantern Festival is coming quietly...

After more than ten days of cultivation, Fang Yiai was finally able to get off the ground, but the injury on his butt was not healed, and he walked with a hesitant way.

This past month, he has been so suffocated.

Although he is lazy and lazy, he will never stand if he can sit, and he will not sit if he can lie down, but if he lies on the bed for a long time, he will also feel irritated.

I want to take a breath, the fresh air outside.

However, the confinement order has not expired, and he cannot yet be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Tang Dynasty's Lantern Festival.

Last year, he got drunk and couldn't appreciate it. This year, he was confined again. It seems that he has no fate with the Spring Festival.

Qiaoer and Xiao Huan like to be lively. Fang Yiai suggested that they and Susan go to the Lantern Festival with them, but the three girls were reluctant to leave him and go to play alone, so this proposal was rejected.

Then close the door and celebrate the Lantern Festival for the whole family. There is nothing wrong with it.

Speaking of which, he has been in the Tang Dynasty for more than a year. Looking at the full moon in the sky, he felt a little emotional. I wonder what happened to his family in the previous generation? Could his parents be overly sad because of themselves...

"The bright moon grows on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time!"

After two lifetimes, he could only place his thoughts on the moon.

"Mr...."

Susan held his arm, a little worried. Fang Yiai patted his hand, signaling that he was fine, and explained: "I haven't seen my parents for a long time, and I miss you a little."

He thought to himself: "Don't worry, parents, I'm living here well and very happy. I hope the two elders can do a good job..."

"My husband doesn't need to be anxious and doesn't need long to lift the confinement order, and you will be able to meet the two elders."

Seeing Fang Yiai's face dispersed, Susan rested her head on his shoulder, smiled with a smile on her lips, looked up at the bright moon, her eyes as bright as the moon, with a hint of recollection, and she would smile from time to time.

Fang Yiai could guess what she thought and asked knowingly, "What is the wife thinking?"

Susan's eyes were a little quick, but she did not hide it. "I miss you and I first met, it was also on this Lantern Festival. You were also writing poems, and I left with the sound of the poem..."

Thinking of the scene at that time, her eyes were filled with brilliance and suddenly suggested: "The poem I just now has not been finished, I want to listen to..."

"What's wrong!"

Fang Yiai would not refuse, and he had no psychological barriers to copying poems, let alone for his wife. Of course, he was willing to accept it, so he recited very much:

"The bright moon grows on the sea, and the ends of the world share this time.

The lover complains about the long night, and the lovesickness arose in the evening.

The candle is filled with pity and the light is filled with dew, and the clothes are covered with dew.

I can't bear the gift from you, and I'll dream of a happy period."

On the table in front of the two, there were white, fat, crystal clear dumplings in the bowl.

The Tang Dynasty had no dumplings, but it only appeared after the Song Dynasty. However, now that Fang Yiai is, of course it cannot be said to the same thing.

In later generations, he didn't feel any taste when eating during the festival. Now he couldn't eat it again, especially in the strong traditional culture atmosphere, he liked this kind of traditional food very much.

So if nothing unexpected happens, dumplings were born hundreds of years ahead of schedule.

...

Chang'an, Fangfu.

Except for Fang Yiai and his wife, the whole family of Fang Mansion sat together, each of them had a bowl of dumplings on the table. Fang Yiai's young brother and sister ate very happily. This new food was very rare and didn't taste enough. "It tastes delicious, delicious! Mom, I want it..."

Fang Xuanling and his wife also held the bowl and ate it with a smile on their faces because they knew in their hearts that it was wrapped by their son and daughter-in-law. They couldn't help but have sweet mouths and sweet hearts.

"This guy is really trying hard to eat!"

"Are you praising people or harming people?" Lu asked after a glance.

"Praise him! Praise him!"

Fang Xuanling quickly replied, otherwise, there would be no food tonight. This was made by his son and daughter-in-law. I just wanted to eat it next time, so I don’t know when it will be.

Looking at the happy look of her parents-in-law, Du Shi beside Fang Yizhi twisted her husband where no one could see her and glared at him fiercely.

It seemed to be saying: "Look at Erlang, he is so good at pleaseing his father-in-law and in-laws. Why don't you learn a little?"

It is not considered jealousy. She also knew in her heart that her brother-in-law was a talented person. She was afraid that few people in the world would compete with each other and had no plans to compare. She was still a little proud.

Moreover, Fang Yiai has won the title by himself and will not compete for the title, so his family will naturally be more happy.

However, it is inevitable that there is a bit of taste in my heart. Susan's impression in her parents-in-law's heart must be much better, and her eldest daughter-in-law is a little ashamed.

Fang Yi looked straight at his wife with an innocent expression on his face.

Du sighed in his heart, too lazy to bother with his husband.

She is satisfied with the current situation. Her husband is no longer a nerd. Since he took charge of the newspaper, he has a sense of demeanor, which makes her obsessed.

Outside the mansion.

The colorful lanterns illuminate this majestic Chang'an, and when you look down from above, you will be like fire dragons winding and circling.

On Chang'an Street, Jinwu couldn't help it.

All the people flocked to the streets, with pedestrians and enjoying the lights.

This is not unusual, it is like this every year on the Lantern Festival.

However, unlike in the past, there is a place that is extremely popular. It is the first floor where Fang Yiai opened. It is almost crowded and there are long queues outside.

Countless pedestrians came here for a bowl of dumplings.

Tangyuan symbolizes the happiness of the family and reunion, which conforms to the atmosphere of the Shangyuan Festival. It looks cute, tastes sweet and soft, and has endless aftertaste, and is very popular among the people.

A bowl of dumplings is not very expensive. People can get a good start and eat fresh food, so diners are naturally in a constant stream.

After the counter on the first floor, Fang Ye lowered his head and made a plan, smiling so hard that he couldn't speak. Even the shopkeeper came out to be the accountant. The restaurant was really not equipped with enough staff and everyone was too busy to touch the ground.

"Young master is amazing. If you create a new food, your business will be so popular." He was so impressed that he was so impressed.

Two days ago, the recipe for Lantern Festival has been passed down.

Fang Ye saw the business and attracted many women. After booking the Lantern Festival for two days, he released the wind yesterday, just waiting for a severance to make a fortune today.

People are famous, trees have shadows.

The people are still very confident about the food of the Fang family.

Fang Ye thought he was well prepared, but he still underestimated it. The Lantern Festival he had prepared two days ago has been sold out. Now, the population promotion is still continuous...

There are dozens of people in the kitchen after this incident, and they are still busy making Lantern Festival. Fortunately, the ingredients are sufficient.

Of course, my wages were overdone. I didn’t see the guy in the building running so hard that the cotton coats behind me were wet. I was already full of energy.
Chapter completed!