Chapter 632
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In his previous life, Yang Yigen didn't know the importance of the winter solstice to the Chinese people, not to mention him. Many people living in the city just regarded it as a solar term.
But in fact, this festival has a long history, not just solar terms. During the Zhou and Qin Dynasties, the winter solstice was also the "Spring Festival" at that time. The important activities of ancestor worship or family dinner were often selected in the winter solstice. Even if the winter solstice and the first month are separated, people still regard the winter solstice as a little year!
In the Tang and Song Dynasties, or dynasties similar to the world, this festival was also a day to worship heaven and ancestors (worship is the same as the four homonyms). For the emperor, it was to hold a ceremony in the suburbs, while for ordinary people, it was to pay homage to their parents and elders
Not to mention the similar history of the two worlds, Yang Chonggui and Dong Yuee attach great importance to this festival.
Early in the morning, Dong Yuee also took Zheng Shuyi and Yang Qing, and asked Yang Yi to lead the way. She took her to the vegetable market to buy all kinds of ingredients, as well as flour, glutinous rice flour and sticky rice flour for noodles, pumpkin pie and dumplings.
According to the custom of Yang Yi's hometown, noodles and pumpkin pie are eaten on the winter solstice, but Murphy said that if you want to eat dumplings, this small wish should be satisfied naturally.
Yang Chonggui also asked Yang Yi to prepare incense candles early and wait for them to buy vegetables. At more than 10 o'clock in the morning, three male Ding worshipped their ancestors in the south. Yang Chonggui also recited his words. It is said that he wanted to tell the ancestors about the birth and name of Yang Yi, hoping that the ancestors would protect their children's healthy and happy growth.
It's superstitious, but the moral is good, isn't it?
The most lively or near noon, everyone around the dining room table row sitting, a piece of pumpkin pie and kneading dumplings.
In order to let Xi Xi Xi feel the atmosphere of traditional Chinese festivals, Yang Yi also asked her to leave on that day. So, as we gathered around the dining table, the little girl also came up curiously, with big eyes looking at her father's side and her grandmother's.
"Xi Xi, where's mom? Why don't you stay with mom? How boring my mother is Yang Yi asked Xi Xi with a smile.
The little girl was watching her grandmother crush the steamed pumpkin into pumpkin mud with a spoon. She picked up her father's words absentmindedly: "Ma Ma, Ma Ma?"
"Ma Ma is here!" Murphy came from the living room with her little mango in her arms.
Xi Xi is now back to her senses. She feels funny inexplicably. She giggles and points to her mother and says, "yes, Ma Ma is here."
"How did you get here? It's a mess here. " Worried about Murphy's discomfort after standing for a long time, Yang Yi quickly wiped the flour from her hands, brought her a chair, and brought warm cushions from the living room to let her sit on it.
"You also said that I was bored. I came here to sit with you. Although I can't help you, I can still support you." Murphy sat down with a smile, gently pulled up the soft hand of koji, and falsely whispered, "come on, come on!"
Seeing this scene, Dong Yuee's eyes narrowed to a slit. Maybe grandma would be more happy if she said it herself.
Of course, Xiaozhuo still can't even shout at 666 Well, baby. So he can only respond to some of his mother's voice, for example, the corners of his mouth gently grin up, do not know if it means happy.
Zheng Shuyi looked at the interaction between mother and son with envy. She was also thinking, when did she and Yang Qing give birth to one!
But I'm not pregnant yet!
The adults talked and laughed, but Xi Xi paid more attention to what they were doing. After a circle, the little girl finally came back to her father and watched her father knead his face.
"Would you like to knead with dad? At that time, we'll have dumplings. That's what we make. " Yang Yi sees her very interested appearance, soft voice asks a way.
"Good!" Xi Xi nodded happily, crisp and raw to answer the way.
Yang Yi had already kneaded the noodles. It was not as sticky and pink as before, but very smooth. Xixi pressed it with her little finger, and felt cool and soft.
In order to let the little girl be able to reach, Yang Yi also let her stand on a small chair. Xi Xi turned her head, slightly raised her head, and said in surprise to her father, "it's like plasticine."
With a smile, Yang Yi said, "it's still a little different. The dough is softer, and this face is harder. Come on, you and dad use the palm to press."
Yang Yi taught her how to knead the dough. Of course, with the strength of the little girl, she could not control such a large piece of dough. She could only press down the dough a little with her milk strength, but she printed her own palm print on it.
Xixi didn't have a great sense of frustration. She also pointed to her fingerprints and said to her father, "Baba, you see."
"Yes, go on!" Yang Yi encouraged the little girl, he took over to knead the dough, and then put a face, continue to let Xi Xi play.
After a while, the little girl who was so happy that she didn't know when she was stained with flour.
Of course, as if with blood stained demeanor, the little girl's face stained with flour, also announced that she was trying to help, not lazy."You see my sister, how powerful she is Murphy saw it and cheerfully picked up the little mango, holding his buttocks in one hand and his body in the other.
Of course, she doesn't know anything, and she can't see her sister who is so far away. She is still in a muddle.
However, Xi Xi Xi responded positively. She also turned around excitedly and picked up her father's clothes. She waved her hand and said, "brother, do you want to help too?"
Yang Yi looked down at her clothes which had been dyed with flour prints by Xi Xi Xi's small hands. She felt helpless.
But Murphy had a good time with Xi Xi Xi. Murphy learned from a child's tone and said in a false voice, "I'm sorry, sister, I'm still very young and can't help."
"Hee hee!" It wasn't just Xi Xi Xi. Several adults were amused.
"Wait a minute. I'll take a picture with a camera." Yang Yi looked at this scene and couldn't help saying.
He ran to the study in a hurry and brought his camera and tripod. He took some pictures of Xi Xi Xi kneading dough, and a smiling face with flour on her face.
Then Yang Yi set up a tripod, set the position, selected the angle, set the camera, set the delay time, and said, "let's take a picture together."
As the camera snapped and snapped, the family sat around with smiles and prepared the winter solstice food together. Murphy and Xiaocuo were also photographed in the camera, only the last one. Xiaozhuo was frightened by everyone calling "eggplant", and opened his mouth to cry.
Some of the photos are interesting and warm.
However, after shooting, they remembered.
And Yang Huan!
"When will Huanhuan come back?" Zheng Shuyi asked with a smile.
The voice did not fall, Yang Yi's mobile phone rang, Yang Huan's phone.
"Big brother, I'm at the door. You call the security guard and let me in." Yang Huan did not know, said.
"Huanhuan, come on, we are waiting for you!" Zheng Shuyi smiles, after a few meters, she shouts at her mobile phone with Yang Huan.
"Little aunt, you come quickly!" Xi Xi also giggled and yelled with her aunt.
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In his previous life, Yang Yigen didn't know the importance of the winter solstice to the Chinese people, not to mention him. Many people living in the city just regarded it as a solar term.
But in fact, this festival has a long history, not just solar terms. During the Zhou and Qin Dynasties, the winter solstice was also the "Spring Festival" at that time. The important activities of ancestor worship or family dinner were often selected in the winter solstice. Even if the winter solstice and the first month are separated, people still regard the winter solstice as a little year!
In the Tang and Song Dynasties, or dynasties similar to the world, this festival was also a day to worship heaven and ancestors (worship is the same as the four homonyms). For the emperor, it was to hold a ceremony in the suburbs, while for ordinary people, it was to pay homage to their parents and elders
Not to mention the similar history of the two worlds, Yang Chonggui and Dong Yuee attach great importance to this festival.
Early in the morning, Dong Yuee also took Zheng Shuyi and Yang Qing, and asked Yang Yi to lead the way. She took her to the vegetable market to buy all kinds of ingredients, as well as flour, glutinous rice flour and sticky rice flour for noodles, pumpkin pie and dumplings.
According to the custom of Yang Yi's hometown, noodles and pumpkin pie are eaten on the winter solstice, but Murphy said that if you want to eat dumplings, this small wish should be satisfied naturally.
Yang Chonggui also asked Yang Yi to prepare incense candles early and wait for them to buy vegetables. At more than 10 o'clock in the morning, three male Ding worshipped their ancestors in the south. Yang Chonggui also recited his words. It is said that he wanted to tell the ancestors about the birth and name of Yang Yi, hoping that the ancestors would protect their children's healthy and happy growth.
It's superstitious, but the moral is good, isn't it?
The most lively or near noon, everyone around the dining room table row sitting, a piece of pumpkin pie and kneading dumplings.
In order to let Xi Xi Xi feel the atmosphere of traditional Chinese festivals, Yang Yi also asked her to leave on that day. So, as we gathered around the dining table, the little girl also came up curiously, with big eyes looking at her father's side and her grandmother's.
"Xi Xi, where's mom? Why don't you stay with mom? How boring my mother is Yang Yi asked Xi Xi with a smile.
The little girl was watching her grandmother crush the steamed pumpkin into pumpkin mud with a spoon. She picked up her father's words absentmindedly: "Ma Ma, Ma Ma?"
"Ma Ma is here!" Murphy came from the living room with her little mango in her arms.
Xi Xi is now back to her senses. She feels funny inexplicably. She giggles and points to her mother and says, "yes, Ma Ma is here."
"How did you get here? It's a mess here. " Worried about Murphy's discomfort after standing for a long time, Yang Yi quickly wiped the flour from her hands, brought her a chair, and brought warm cushions from the living room to let her sit on it.
"You also said that I was bored. I came here to sit with you. Although I can't help you, I can still support you." Murphy sat down with a smile, gently pulled up the soft hand of koji, and falsely whispered, "come on, come on!"
Seeing this scene, Dong Yuee's eyes narrowed to a slit. Maybe grandma would be more happy if she said it herself.
Of course, Xiaozhuo still can't even shout at 666 Well, baby. So he can only respond to some of his mother's voice, for example, the corners of his mouth gently grin up, do not know if it means happy.
Zheng Shuyi looked at the interaction between mother and son with envy. She was also thinking, when did she and Yang Qing give birth to one!
But I'm not pregnant yet!
The adults talked and laughed, but Xi Xi paid more attention to what they were doing. After a circle, the little girl finally came back to her father and watched her father knead his face.
"Would you like to knead with dad? At that time, we'll have dumplings. That's what we make. " Yang Yi sees her very interested appearance, soft voice asks a way.
"Good!" Xi Xi nodded happily, crisp and raw to answer the way.
Yang Yi had already kneaded the noodles. It was not as sticky and pink as before, but very smooth. Xixi pressed it with her little finger, and felt cool and soft.
In order to let the little girl be able to reach, Yang Yi also let her stand on a small chair. Xi Xi turned her head, slightly raised her head, and said in surprise to her father, "it's like plasticine."
With a smile, Yang Yi said, "it's still a little different. The dough is softer, and this face is harder. Come on, you and dad use the palm to press."
Yang Yi taught her how to knead the dough. Of course, with the strength of the little girl, she could not control such a large piece of dough. She could only press down the dough a little with her milk strength, but she printed her own palm print on it.
Xixi didn't have a great sense of frustration. She also pointed to her fingerprints and said to her father, "Baba, you see."
"Yes, go on!" Yang Yi encouraged the little girl, he took over to knead the dough, and then put a face, continue to let Xi Xi play.
After a while, the little girl who was so happy that she didn't know when she was stained with flour.
Of course, as if with blood stained demeanor, the little girl's face stained with flour, also announced that she was trying to help, not lazy."You see my sister, how powerful she is Murphy saw it and cheerfully picked up the little mango, holding his buttocks in one hand and his body in the other.
Of course, she doesn't know anything, and she can't see her sister who is so far away. She is still in a muddle.
However, Xi Xi Xi responded positively. She also turned around excitedly and picked up her father's clothes. She waved her hand and said, "brother, do you want to help too?"
Yang Yi looked down at her clothes which had been dyed with flour prints by Xi Xi Xi's small hands. She felt helpless.
But Murphy had a good time with Xi Xi Xi. Murphy learned from a child's tone and said in a false voice, "I'm sorry, sister, I'm still very young and can't help."
"Hee hee!" It wasn't just Xi Xi Xi. Several adults were amused.
"Wait a minute. I'll take a picture with a camera." Yang Yi looked at this scene and couldn't help saying.
He ran to the study in a hurry and brought his camera and tripod. He took some pictures of Xi Xi Xi kneading dough, and a smiling face with flour on her face.
Then Yang Yi set up a tripod, set the position, selected the angle, set the camera, set the delay time, and said, "let's take a picture together."
As the camera snapped and snapped, the family sat around with smiles and prepared the winter solstice food together. Murphy and Xiaocuo were also photographed in the camera, only the last one. Xiaozhuo was frightened by everyone calling "eggplant", and opened his mouth to cry.
Some of the photos are interesting and warm.
However, after shooting, they remembered.
And Yang Huan!
"When will Huanhuan come back?" Zheng Shuyi asked with a smile.
The voice did not fall, Yang Yi's mobile phone rang, Yang Huan's phone.
"Big brother, I'm at the door. You call the security guard and let me in." Yang Huan did not know, said.
"Huanhuan, come on, we are waiting for you!" Zheng Shuyi smiles, after a few meters, she shouts at her mobile phone with Yang Huan.
"Little aunt, you come quickly!" Xi Xi also giggled and yelled with her aunt.
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In his previous life, Yang Yigen didn't know the importance of the winter solstice to the Chinese people, not to mention him. Many people living in the city just regarded it as a solar term. But in fact, this festival has a long history, not just solar terms. During the Zhou and Qin Dynasties, the winter solstice was also the "Spring Festival" at that time. The important activities of ancestor worship or family dinner were often selected in the winter solstice. Even if the winter solstice and the first month are separated, people still regard the winter solstice as a little year! In the Tang and Song Dynasties, or dynasties similar to the world, this festival was also a day to worship heaven and ancestors worship is the same as the four homonyms. For the emperor, it was to hold a ceremony in the suburbs, while for ordinary people, it was to pay homage to their parents and elders Not to mention the similar history of the two worlds, Yang Chonggui and Dong Yuee attach great importance to this festival. Early in the morning, Dong Yuee also took Zheng Shuyi and Yang Qing, and asked Yang Yi to lead the way. She took her to the vegetable market to buy all kinds of ingredients, as well as flour, glutinous rice flour and sticky rice flour for noodles, pumpkin pie and dumplings. According to the custom of Yang Yi's hometown, noodles and pumpkin pie are eaten on the winter solstice, but Murphy said that if you want to eat dumplings, this small wish should be satisfied naturally. Yang Chonggui also asked Yang Yi to prepare incense candles early and wait for them to buy vegetables. At more than 10 o'clock in the morning, three male Ding worshipped their ancestors in the south. Yang Chonggui also recited his words. It is said that he wanted to tell the ancestors about the birth and name of Yang Yi, hoping that the ancestors would protect their children's healthy and happy growth. It's superstitious, but the moral is good, isn't it? The most lively or near noon, everyone around the dining room table row sitting, a piece of pumpkin pie and kneading dumplings. In order to let Xi Xi Xi feel the atmosphere of traditional Chinese festivals, Yang Yi also asked her to leave on that day. So, as we gathered around the dining table, the little girl also came up curiously, with big eyes looking at her father's side and her grandmother's. "Xi Xi, where's mom? Why don't you stay with mom? How boring my mother is Yang Yi asked Xi Xi with a smile. The little girl was watching her grandmother crush the steamed pumpkin into pumpkin mud with a spoon. She picked up her father's words absentmindedly: "Ma Ma, Ma Ma?" "Ma Ma is here!" Murphy came from the living room with her little mango in her arms. Xi Xi is now back to her senses. She feels funny inexplicably. She giggles and points to her mother and says, "yes, Ma Ma is here." "How did you get here? It's a mess here. " Worried about Murphy's discomfort after standing for a long time, Yang Yi quickly wiped the flour from her hands, brought her a chair, and brought warm cushions from the living room to let her sit on it. "You also said that I was bored. I came here to sit with you. Although I can't help you, I can still support you." Murphy sat down with a smile, gently pulled up the soft hand of koji, and falsely whispered, "come on, come on!" Seeing this scene, Dong Yuee's eyes narrowed to a slit. Maybe grandma would be more happy if she said it herself. Of course, Xiaozhuo still can't even shout at 666 Well, baby. So he can only respond to some of his mother's voice, for example, the corners of his mouth gently grin up, do not know if it means happy. Zheng Shuyi looked at the interaction between mother and son with envy. She was also thinking, when did she and Yang Qing give birth to one! But I'm not pregnant yet! The adults talked and laughed, but Xi Xi paid more attention to what they were doing. After a circle, the little girl finally came back to her father and watched her father knead his face. "Would you like to knead with dad? At that time, we'll have dumplings. That's what we make. " Yang Yi sees her very interested appearance, soft voice asks a way. "Good!" Xi Xi nodded happily, crisp and raw to answer the way. Yang Yi had already kneaded the noodles. It was not as sticky and pink as before, but very smooth. Xixi pressed it with her little finger, and felt cool and soft. In order to let the little girl be able to reach, Yang Yi also let her stand on a small chair. Xi Xi turned her head, slightly raised her head, and said in surprise to her father, "it's like plasticine." With a smile, Yang Yi said, "it's still a little different. The dough is softer, and this face is harder. Come on, you and dad use the palm to press." Yang Yi taught her how to knead the dough. Of course, with the strength of the little girl, she could not control such a large piece of dough. She could only press down the dough a little with her milk strength, but she printed her own palm print on it. Xixi didn't have a great sense of frustration. She also pointed to her fingerprints and said to her father, "Baba, you see." "Yes, go on!" Yang Yi encouraged the little girl, he took over to knead the dough, and then put a face, continue to let Xi Xi play. After a while, the little girl who was so happy that she didn't know when she was stained with flour. Of course, as if with blood stained demeanor, the little girl's face stained with flour, also announced that she was trying to help, not lazy."You see my sister, how powerful she is Murphy saw it and cheerfully picked up the little mango, holding his buttocks in one hand and his body in the other. Of course, she doesn't know anything, and she can't see her sister who is so far away. She is still in a muddle. However, Xi Xi Xi responded positively. She also turned around excitedly and picked up her father's clothes. She waved her hand and said, "brother, do you want to help too?" Yang Yi looked down at her clothes which had been dyed with flour prints by Xi Xi Xi's small hands. She felt helpless. But Murphy had a good time with Xi Xi Xi. Murphy learned from a child's tone and said in a false voice, "I'm sorry, sister, I'm still very young and can't help." "Hee hee!" It wasn't just Xi Xi Xi. Several adults were amused. "Wait a minute. I'll take a picture with a camera." Yang Yi looked at this scene and couldn't help saying. He ran to the study in a hurry and brought his camera and tripod. He took some pictures of Xi Xi Xi kneading dough, and a smiling face with flour on her face. Then Yang Yi set up a tripod, set the position, selected the angle, set the camera, set the delay time, and said, "let's take a picture together." As the camera snapped and snapped, the family sat around with smiles and prepared the winter solstice food together. Murphy and Xiaocuo were also photographed in the camera, only the last one. Xiaozhuo was frightened by everyone calling "eggplant", and opened his mouth to cry. Some of the photos are interesting and warm. However, after shooting, they remembered. And Yang Huan! "When will Huanhuan come back?" Zheng Shuyi asked with a smile. The voice did not fall, Yang Yi's mobile phone rang, Yang Huan's phone. "Big brother, I'm at the door. You call the security guard and let me in." Yang Huan did not know, said. "Huanhuan, come on, we are waiting for you!" Zheng Shuyi smiles, after a few meters, she shouts at her mobile phone with Yang Huan. "Little aunt, you come quickly!" 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