Lei Feng System - Chapter 79

It was New Year’s Eve that day, and the army collectively made dumplings to eat. Lei Ting had to rejoice with the soldiers and could not go home. Han Zhuoyu moved the New Year’s Eve dinner until 12 o’clock in the evening.

“Xiaoyu, fellow villagers have brought things here again. Go out and have a look.” Wang Fang knocked on the door of Lei’s house and said with a smile.

“By the way, these are my own fried meatballs. You can try them.” Before leaving, she stuffed a large bag of things into the boy’s arms.

Qu Jing washed off the flour in his palms, put on his coat and went to the guard room to check with the two children.

The system prompts in my mind have been ringing non-stop, after the New Year, more people think of themselves with gratitude. Han Zhuoyu was holding Lei Chen, the corners of his mouth kept a happy arc.

“It’s dried matsutake! Let’s make matsutake dumplings tonight!” Qu Jing couldn’t help swallowing saliva. In the past few days, the villagers have sent rare and good things, and the storage rooms at home can’t be piled up.

“There is also a bag of glutinous rice cakes here, which is very finely ground.” Picking up two pockets, Qu Jing took the children home.

When Thunder did not come back, dinner was a bit sloppy. Han Zhuoyu cut the glutinous rice cakes into strips, wrapped them with crushed sesame peanut sugar, put them in hot oil and fry them for five minutes, and then took them out and piled them on a plate after the color became golden. The sweet potato powder is boiled in creamy bone broth. Add sesame oil, coriander, balsamic vinegar, and chives to stir, and then sprinkle a little bit of sauteed chili.

The ingredients and methods are very simple, but they can’t stand the juvenile’s good craftsmanship. Qu Jing and Lei Chen snorted, their expressions called satisfaction.

At eight o’clock, Lei Ting hurried home while the soldiers were watching the Spring Festival Gala’s files seriously, took off his military uniform and changed into civilian clothes, hugged the two children and kissed him, “Sorry, I’m back late.”

“It’s okay, we have New Year’s Eve dinner at twelve o’clock.” Han Zhuoyu pointed to the kneaded dough in the basin, and pointed to the pork and matsutake on the chopping board. “You are responsible for the filling, we are responsible for the package.”

“Okay.” Lei Ting held the boy’s pink face and kissed hard. My little daughter-in-law is definitely the most qualified military wife, there is no one!

“Put on this.” Han Zhuoyu’s face was expressionless, but the tips of his ears were red, and he passed an apron over, and then took Lei Chen to sit at the round table and said, “Learn from me.”

Grabbing a handful of dry flour and sprinkling it on the chopping board, he knead the dough into strips, cut them into evenly sized balls, and then rolled them into thin dough and set aside for later use.

“Yo, Xiaoyu is very neat, the dumpling skins are so beautifully rolled out! Whoever marries you in the future will be blessed!” Qu Jing threw away the unshaped dough and exclaimed sincerely.

Lei Ting’s movement of chopping stuffing paused slightly, and his thick eyebrows wrinkled fiercely.

Han Zhuoyu didn’t know why he panicked. He quickly glanced at Uncle Lei, then lowered his head, pretending to be very serious about rolling his skin.

Lei Chen’s short hands couldn’t even hold the rolling pin firmly, the dough fell to the ground, a layer of flour was sprinkled on his body, and his hair and eyebrows were white, like a tabby cat.

“Xiaochen, go play! Don’t come here to make trouble!” Qu Jing waved in disgust.

Lei Chen narrowed his mouth and looked at Xiaoyu’s brother aggrievedly.

Han Zhuoyu was less panicked, and handed a small dough to the bear child, and said blankly, “Play by yourself, just like kneading plasticine.”

Get the order! With bright eyes, Lei Chen took the dough and kneaded it left and right, then picked it up to show it in front of Brother Xiaoyu.

“What is this?” Han Zhuoyu poked his nose with his fingertips.

“Vegetarian piglet.” Lei Chen replied milkily.

“Hahaha~” Qu Jing couldn’t help laughing. Who can tell him where the flattened dough looks like a pig?

Thunder’s cold complexion also softened.

“It’s not like.” The young man with a stubborn brain never knows what a white lie is.

Lei Chen handed the dough over, and the youngest son, motioned to Brother Xiaoyu to pinch something like it.

Han Zhuoyu was a little helpless. He took the dough and quickly squeezed it into an oval shape, and carved out the details with a toothpick. A beautiful and charming little pig was formed.

Lei Chen opened his mouth wide with a look of worship. Brother Xiaoyu is really an omnipotent superman!

Han Zhuoyu curled his lips, and the small pear vortex was looming. It seemed that he was addicted to playing. He picked up another dough, flipped his fingers up and down, and squeezed out the prototype of a villain, then sculpted it carefully with a toothpick, and handed it to Lei Chen ten minutes later.

“Sume!” Lei Chen’s eyes brightened.

Han Zhuoyu nodded slightly, picked up a dough again, and squeezed out a tall man, carved out the details and facial features of the military uniform with a toothpick, and placed it next to the little face man just now.

“Papa!” Lei Chen clapped his hands and shouted.

“Pinch you again.” Lei Ting walked over and demanded, clinging to the boy’s auricle.

Han Zhuoyu barely suppressed the panic in his heart and squeezed himself at a much slower speed than before.

“Is there any paint? It should be better if I put color on it.” Lei Ting put the three faces together, his eyes gentle and focused.

“It seems so, I’ll look for it.” Qu Jing hurriedly washed his hands, digging out a box of watercolor paint and handing it over. This was bought for the children in Tongyuan Township Primary School, and Lei Chen had secretly hidden a few boxes.

Han Zhuoyu adjusted the colors and used a fine wolf pen to depict the exquisite details. The three pale faces seemed to be suddenly infused with life.

“Xiaoyu has a pair of artist’s hands!” Qu Jing sighed.

[Brain domain development is so high, body coordination ability is so strong, the host can complete all the most delicate tasks in the world! Being an artist is nothing at all! But host, please don’t forget our goal! ] 9527 said proudly.

Han Zhuoyu was silent, placing the lustful face-faced men on the table side by side to admire, and his clear eyes were filled with joyful light.

“After I go back, get a glass cover, drain the air inside, and save these three face men forever.” Lei Ting carefully picked up the face men and placed them on the outside balcony. The cold air can make them dry and harden quickly.

Save it forever? The young man licked his lips quickly.

After eating New Year’s Eve dinner before twelve o’clock, Thunder dialed the number at home. Lei Chen put on a bright red cotton-padded jacket, tucked his hands, and said to the camera with a milky voice, “Congratulations on getting rich, bring the red envelope.”

The Lei family laughed backwards, and promised that as long as they come back, they will make up the big red envelope.

Hanging up the phone, the door was knocked, Wang Fang and Zhao Dayong sent a small box of fireworks to the children, saying that they would go out together when the countdown to the New Year’s Eve. Tongyuan is remote and inconvenient, and the ban on artillery is not covered here. The fireworks we bought are not good things, just throwing cannons and firecrackers.

“It’s twelve o’clock in ten minutes. Let’s go out and set off the fireworks.” Lei Ting checked his watch.

The air outside was humid and cold, with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke. Lei Ting put the box on the ground, lit a large firecracker with a cigarette and threw it away. With a loud bang, a smoldering orange spark exploded in the sky, and the paper wrapping the fuse turned into snow flakes and fell one after another.

Lei Chen opened his mouth wide and exclaimed silently.

Thunder took a cigarette, lit a firecracker again and threw it into the sky. After the loud noise, more pieces of paper fell. With him taking the lead, the family members of the army ran outside one after another, lighting firecrackers in no one’s places, and the sound of crackling was endless.

“You put this.” Thunder handed the children a box of smashing cannons.

Lei Chen took out one and looked at it with curious eyes.

Han Zhuoyu immersed himself in studying the instructions on the paper box. He has never played with this thing.

Lei Ting said with a low smile, “Just drop it **** the ground.”

Han Zhuoyu threw one tentatively, and the soya bean-big cannon exploded as soon as it hit the ground, making a slight crackling sound.

Lei Chen immediately followed suit and listened with great interest to the crackling firecrackers.

The two children became addicted to play. You and I were vying to throw the cannon out, and bright smiles gradually appeared on their faces.

With his hands in his pockets, Thunder stood quietly on the porch, looking at their cheerful back, with unparalleled satisfaction on his face. There is no luxurious banquet, no grand performance, no colorful neon, only this little spark and little noise made him realize what happiness is. I hope that every year from now on can be spent like this.

“Thunder, tell Xiaochen to stop playing.” Qu Jing walked out slowly and said in an extremely disruptive manner, “Children will wet the bed at night when they play with fire.”

Unfortunately, Qu Jing said it. After the fireworks passed the New Year, the two children were really tired and fell asleep on the bed. When Han Zhuoyu was about to pee on Lei Chen, he touched his hand down and the bed was wet.

He picked up the alarm clock and found that it was only half past two in the morning, so he quickly woke up Lei Chen and changed into dry pajamas and pajamas.

“The sheets and bedding are all wet. We have to sleep with Uncle Lei for one night.” He picked up the bear boy with a blank face but red ears and knocked on the door of Thunder’s room.

“What’s the matter?” Lei Ting raised his eyebrows, his eyes rolling on the tips of his son’s blood dripping ears.

The child felt his father’s prying sight and buried his head in the neck of Xiaoyu’s brother to pretend to be an ostrich.

“Bedwetting.” Han Zhuoyu explained lightly, putting the bear child in the warm bed.

Lei Chen immediately turned over and shrank into a ball. It’s no longer two or three-year-old children, why do they still wet the bed? It is difficult for him to accept this cruel reality.

“Bedwetting?” Lei Ting suppressed his smile and patted his son’s butt.

Lei Chen shuddered and tightened himself tighter.

“The sheets and bedding will be washed tomorrow, let’s go to sleep.” Han Zhuoyu lay down on the bear child’s side and waved to the man.

For some reason, Lei Ting suddenly remembered a sentence-his wife and children are hot on the bed, and they are all alive. He smiled, got into the bed, kissed the back of his son’s dark head, and then took the boy’s cheek and pressed his pink lips. With a soft touch like butterfly wings with a faint sweetness, he said dumbly, “Shall we all sleep together in the future? Huh?”

Han Zhuoyu felt that his heart was about to pop out of his throat, his cheeks were stained with crimson color, and his shy little appearance was like a tender strawberry, tempting others to take a bite.

“That’s it.” Lei Ting’s eyes slipped obsessively, and he forced his son and boy into his arms.

After a long time, the boy whispered in his ears, with a unique fragrance of nose that almost burned his ears.

What to do, can’t wait for you to grow up!