"Aunt, we won't go back to the village on New Year's Eve. Please help me post the Spring Festival couplets at home."

Before leaving, Song Xingchen took out two dollars and handed them to Aunt Xinghua. This was the money to buy Spring Festival couplets.

Because the Chinese New Year is coming soon, even if there is no market in the next village, there are people setting up stalls on the streets in the village every day, and many people buy Spring Festival couplets and candles.

If it weren't for the Spring Festival couplets here, they would have to wait until the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month at the earliest, and they specified that they would post them today.

Aunt Xinghua agreed happily, and she had to boil paste at home anyway, and she couldn't use up all paste every year, so she just pasted it for two, so there was no need to waste it.

The three brothers of the Zhao family stuffed all the New Year's goods into the trunk, including cleaned big roosters, two ducks, and better bacon and sausages.

"We are just waiting to come back on the afternoon of the seventh day of the lunar month. If there is anything missing at home, I will call me and I will ask someone to help you purchase."

"Then the relationship is good." Aunt Xinghua laughed and echoed. Anyway, the things at home were ready, and the dowry brought by the bride was only stored in the village for a few days. After the Lantern Festival, they would choose a good day and move to the county town together.

Song Family in the county.

When Liu Huixiang saw the clean chickens and ducks, he held them in his hands and was very heavy.

"Your boss, why not make roast duck for food?" He knows authentic court roast duck, and even many court dishes in the last feudal society would be like. What he doesn't know is not his clumsy, but his family's recipes have been ruined several times, some have been destroyed, and some have been lost.

Among the brothers, the eldest brother opened a chain restaurant, the second brother worked as the chef in Ziwei Pavilion, and the others either took care of themselves in their own restaurants or enjoyed peace at home.

At the end of the year, my son called him and asked him to go back to the imperial capital for the New Year. He felt that it was meaningless to go back, so it would be nice to stay here.

Besides, he is leaving, what should the aunt and nephew do?

Although Mo Wuqian is good at cooking, in Liu Huixiang's eyes, it is a bit Chinese or Western, giving people an inappropriate feeling. Where is the authentic Chinese food he makes?

He only has one son under his knees and has no grandchildren now. During this period, he treated Song Linyuan as a junior. If he hadn't been a little reserved, he really wanted Song Linyuan to be his grandson and enjoy the feeling of being a grandfather.

"Aunt, I want to eat roast duck." Before Song Xingchen could speak, Song Linyuan hurriedly raised his hand to speak.

"Then make it." She nodded, "Can you eat it at night?"

Liu Huixiang smiled and said, "The authentic ones are not enough to eat, but ordinary roast duck is OK."

After all, the Song family has no oven, only an oven.

"It's OK for ordinary things." She generally knows how to cook various roast duck, but it doesn't work properly, but she also knows that the cooking method is very long.

When she travels around the world, she hardly goes to learn cooking specifically, and can basically satisfy her taste. She doesn't like the oil smoke in the kitchen.

Liu Huixiang's cooking skills are indeed very good, but if you say that every dish he has is very good, this is an exaggeration.

People all like it. No matter how delicious the dishes you don’t like, you may still not be able to swallow them.

However, he also understood the tastes of the Song family's aunt and nephew, and basically did not make dishes that were not as good as his appetite.

This winter, there was no snow in Xiangyang Town and the entire Songhai City, but the cold wind was extremely biting.

Song Linyuan's new clothes were mailed by the Xiao family in the Gangcheng City for a long distance, and they were all fashionable styles that were not visible in Songhai City.

Song Xingchen could make ordinary single clothes for him, but the clothes in winter were too troublesome, so she was too lazy to start, so it would be easier to buy them.

Mo Wuqian entered the door with two large packages. Song Linyuan was watching cartoons in the living room. They were from Haicheng Art Film Studio. Nowadays, most of the cartoons in China are produced by this company, with excellent quality and are deeply loved by children.

"Uncle Mo, what is this?" The two large packages were really eye-catching, instantly attracting Song Linyuan's gaze.

"Miss, please ask Mr. Xiao to buy new clothes for the young master from the Harbor City." He put the package on the sofa, took out scissors, and cut a hole along the wrapping pattern. The clothes inside were all packed in very high-end cloth bags.

Mo Wuqian didn't need to buy clothes. Before he returned to China, he bought himself a total of ten suit jackets abroad, including white shirts, ties, leather shoes, etc., but the number of shirts is as high as 30. As long as his figure does not distort, he can wear them for ten or eight years.

He sorted out the clothes in the package, most of which were bought for Song Linyuan, and several of them were from Song Xingchen.

The little guy next to him looked at him with great enthusiasm, shook a few clothes one after another, and his joy soon disappeared.

"These clothes are not as good as my aunt's." This is nothing wrong with saying this. Even the styles in Hong Kong City are still a bit old-fashioned after the styles in thirty years.

To be ugly, it's not true.

After all, Hong Kong star outfits from the 1980s and 1990s will still look very good in later generations.

The reason why Song Linyuan had this idea was that he was more concerned about the emergence of new things. After wearing enough new styles, this retro style will once again attract their popularity.

For some girls, when miniskirts are popular, you can see young backs wearing miniskirts that show off their good figures almost everywhere on the street.

After this fashion trend has passed, they may fall in love with the ankle-length dress again, and feel that a gust of wind blows, the raised skirts are full of charm.

Fashion may be outdated and outdated, but it will never sink. At a certain period of time, a certain fashion style will surely show its edge again.

Even in the so-called gray era, a dim qualities of Yeliang fabric, designed and tailored by skillful hand, can still lead a fashion wave.

On New Year's Eve, Liu Huixiang tried his best to cook a sumptuous meal.

That night, Song Xingchen took out three red envelopes at the dinner table and handed them to them.

"It's the New Year, I'm going to give you a red envelope. I hope you will still do your best in the coming year."

The red envelope is not big. Mo Wuqian and Liu Huixiang are both 66 yuan, and Song Xingchen both got 6.6 yuan.

Seeing the money inside, the little guy was almost happy, holding it in his arms, and laughing like a fool.

"Aunt, how much delicious can you buy?"

"...a lot!" He picked up a piece of rib for him, "You can't buy candy, protect your teeth."

The little guy knocked his finger on his teeth, "I have a good tooth."

"Eat more candy and you will lose it." Song Xingchen said: "Did you see the Liu Qiang in your class? He was eaten by insects, and you will be like that if you don't pay attention."
Chapter completed!