New Year's Eve definitely requires some sense of ritual.

For Xu Xin, the must-have items for New Year's Eve are definitely not serious.

It's also strange to say.

The two of them are really clingy to a point.

As long as the baby is sleeping and no one is around, I will be bored for a while.

When the New Year's bell rang, Xu Xin said in his wife's ear:

"Happy New Year."

Extremely affectionate.

Yang Mi’s answer was more straightforward:

"Um……"

Hello 2011, Goodbye 2010.

…

At the beginning of the new year, early in the morning, Xu Xin pushed away his wife in his arms with some disgust.

My arms are numb.

As dead as a pig.

After pushing it away, he walked directly into the bathroom.

After I came out again, there were still wet drops on my face.

Then, he took two diapers and changed them for his eldest daughter, his daughter, and his old Burden son, who were both still sleeping, and walked out of the bedroom carrying two heavy bags of diapers.

He came to the study room, boiled a pot of water, picked up the English textbook Ai Qing brought him from the language school, and continued to memorize words.

English is also a thing where a little adds up. As long as enough words are accumulated, then one day quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes.

Therefore, since he came back from Venice, he basically didn't waste any time in the early morning.

Even if I am going to do errands, I will memorize seven or eight words in the car, and then take advantage of my free time to change my mind and go through the lines I memorized that day in my head.

After memorizing it for a while, Yang Dalin appeared at the door:

"Mimi, are you up yet?"

"without."

"Can I have braised noodles in the morning?"

"ah?"

Xu Xin was a little surprised:

"Is it so grand so early in the morning?"

People in Yanjing are very particular about braised noodles, not to mention the Yang family’s recipe for braised noodles, which Yang Dalin learned from a local brother in Tianjin in his early years, and the ingredients used are even more particular.

There are many types of hand-made noodles and braised noodles.

It tastes incredible.

Xu Xin can eat at least two bowls.

But it's just trouble.

When he heard this, Yang Dalin laughed:

"It's the beginning of the new year. And Qianqian also feels that the food in the confinement center is light. I'm going to deliver food to her now. Mimi wakes up in a while. You ask her to cook it for you. The braised food is all in the pot. Damn me.

We've both finished sneaking away, so we don't need to worry about anything."

"Hey, okay."

Xu Xin responded.

Then I felt a little emotional...

Sometimes I really don’t know what to do if my father-in-law and mother-in-law are gone in this life.

Yang Mi is a person who prefers to live a small life, especially she doesn't like unfamiliar outsiders staying at home.

So the two of them have never hired a nanny.

Since Yang Mi became pregnant and her father-in-law and mother-in-law moved in, he has stopped taking care of the trivial matters in life.

Three meals a day, home hygiene, etc...

Although it is a bit inappropriate to say this.

But he really didn't care about it once.

He was completely lifted up by his wife.

He also tried to help in the early stage, such as sweeping the floor or mopping the table, etc... But Yang Mi disliked his clumsiness, and after kicking him out several times, he just ignored him.

I lived a really happy life.

Just eat when you get up in the morning, do your own thing after eating, and don't worry about anything else.

Just like today.

Making braised noodles, from boiling the braised noodles to rolling the noodles, takes at least one and a half hours.

You can have hot food by yourself when you get up, and you don't even need to walk the dog.

It was truly a magical day.

While I was thinking about it, there was a sound of slippers in the corridor outside.

Yang Mi, with disheveled hair and wearing a big T-shirt, walked in half asleep.

"Are you up?"

"Um……"

Yang Mi responded in a daze, came directly to him, sat on his lap, and slid into his arms.

A woman's body fragrance mixed with the warm smell of bed rushed into Xu Xin's nostrils.

"Husband~"

"Um?"

"like you……"

She tried her best to push herself into Xu Xin's arms and hummed.

I can't stand Xu Xin's English book anymore.

He hugged her and said:

"When are we leaving?"

"Don't you still want to go to Director Zhang?...I'll send out all the invitations in the past few days before I go back."

Their wedding is on the 15th, and all the clothes will be shipped back on the 3rd. Then they will go back to prepare for the wedding.

In fact, they were planning a wedding, but neither of them understood the specific process.

They were all handed over to the elders of the family.

This wedding is a very traditional rural wedding. There is nothing fancy and it is all old traditions.

Xu Xin doesn’t quite understand either.

It was all left to the family to organize.

"Then I'll go tomorrow. I'll go tomorrow morning and I'll probably be back in the evening."

"Um……"

Yang Mi stopped talking and just huddled in his arms, enjoying the tenderness that had not dissipated.

Until a voice came from the corridor:

"Mom~"

She was still half asleep and had no choice but to open her eyes:

"Hey... my ancestor is awake."

"Ha~"

Xu Xin chuckled lightly and said:

"Our dad made braised noodles. You go and feed the child, and I'll make the noodles."

"Don't."

When she heard that he was going to cook, Yang Mi, who was afraid that the kitchen would explode on New Year's Day, quickly shook her head:

"You leave it there, I'll feed them milk first, and we'll eat noodles together later."
To be continued...