Myolie didn’t even hesitate at all.

Now that it was like this, Li Miao had no choice but to scoop up a small bowl for her and warned: "It's still hot now, so you can eat it when it gets cooler."

"Yeah."

Although she nodded when she took it, when she turned her head, the little maid couldn't help but scoop up a small spoonful. After blowing it gently for several times, she couldn't wait to stuff it into her little mouth.
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"It feels a little weird, but it has a different taste. Xiuhe, would you like to try it too?"

Myolie wants to share delicious food with her friends.

"I don't want to eat paste!"

Xiuhe refused with a look of disgust and dodged the little spoon Myolie tried to put into her mouth.

Ignoring the two quarreling little maids, Li Miao and Zhe Xinyi worked together to get the hot paste from the pot into the basin.

After it cooled down a bit, he took out some evenly and handed a pair of couplets to Xiuhe, asking her to send them to Wu Yong and the others.

After a while, Xiuhe came back.

Next, it’s time to post the couplets.

The first stop for a few people was the gate of Zhefu.

Li Miao was responsible for holding the bamboo ladder, Zhe Xinyi was carrying a bucket of clean water, Xiuhe was carrying the still-warm paste, and the bun-faced maid was responsible for holding the couplets. She had the smallest strength.

Seeing such a scene, Butler Xu immediately called for help.

Li Miao quickly stopped him and declined his kindness.

After all, it makes more sense to do things like posting couplets yourself, right?

After arriving at the gate of Zhe Mansion, Li Miao took the bucket of water from Zhe Xinyi, scooped up the water, and poured it on the lintel and the door frames on both sides. In this way, it would be better to stick to it later.

The couplets on the top will not slip off so easily.

Lean the bamboo ladder on a suitable position and start pasting the couplets.

First, he attached the banner, and after evenly applying the still-warm paste on the back of the banner, Li Miao climbed up the bamboo ladder with the banner in one hand, while Zhe Xinyi held on to the bamboo ladder below.

"Master Li, this position is just right, you can post it."

A little further away is Myolie, who is responsible for checking whether the couplets are posted correctly.

The banner was pasted on the lintel. After coming down the bamboo ladder, the next step was the first couplet.

Just like the horizontal connection, apply the paste evenly on the back.

Unlike banners, because the top and bottom couplets are relatively long, it is easy to roll up the paste-stained couplets when the wind blows. Obviously, it is not so easy for Li Miao to stick them up alone. Okay, I need another person to help.

Therefore, Xiuhe, who had nothing to do, came in handy.

Li Miao grabbed the top of the couplet with one hand, and held the bamboo ladder with the other hand and climbed up the bamboo ladder again. Xiuhe also helped catch the couplet from below and fixed it.

"Xiuhe, it's a little to the right, move to the left."

"It's not enough, move it a little more. Mr. Li, okay, that's it, it's straightened out."

So, Li Miao pressed the first couplet on the door frame, and with each step, he continued to smooth it down with his palms, so that the paste could stick to the door frame better.

Next, the second line is the same.

Li Miao raised his head slightly and looked at the well-posted couplets in front of him. He nodded with satisfaction, then waved his big hand to the three women and said with high spirits: "Let's go! Next place!"

When the four of them finally posted all the places where the couplets should be posted, it was already more than half an hour later.

"Children, the food has just been prepared. Stop playing and come over for dinner."

Not far away, Zheliu waved to the four of them, interrupting their playfulness of smearing the red couplets on each other's faces.

......

Dinner on New Year's Eve cannot be too rich, including stewed mutton, kung pao chicken, sweet and sour fish, salted duck, jade glaze, etc.

All these dishes were cooked by Zuriyu alone. She spent a whole day preparing for this sumptuous meal.

"Cheers!"

Several people raised their wine glasses and clinked them. They were filled with fruit wine.

After they all finished their drinks, Zhe Junyan said "Let's start", and the lively New Year's Eve dinner began, with laughter and laughter coming from time to time.

In another small courtyard, Wu Yong, Fan Yun'er, and Fan Yun'er's mother were also having New Year's Eve dinner.

Fan Yun'er would pick up vegetables for her mother and Wu Yong from time to time, and the smile on her face never diminished.

Although there are not that many people and the food is not that rich, there is still a lot of warmth in it.

The other side of the capital.

"Huh..."

Su Rou put her mind at ease with the brush in her hand, breathed out gently, then stretched her waist, and drew an extremely alluring arc.

Today’s thoughts are relatively smooth, with almost no pauses. I’ve probably written about 10,000 words, right?

Thinking of this, Su Rou showed a satisfied smile.

After standing up and hammering her sore shoulders with her little hand, Su Rou came to the window and gently pushed it open, wanting to breathe in the fresh air outside.

Only then did I notice how late it was, and then I also noticed the couplet posted on the door of the neighbor’s house not far away.

Spring couplets?

Yes, she remembered, today is New Year's Eve.

He looked slightly dazed.

The red couplets and red lanterns seem a bit dazzling.

I vaguely heard the laughter from the neighbors. After I came to my senses, I closed the window I just opened again.

I warmed up the noodles that were left at noon today, and made a poached egg that I learned from someone, and that was it for New Year’s Eve dinner.

I soaked the noodles for an afternoon and reheated them. To be honest, they didn't taste very good. I just took a few bites and lost my appetite. I barely finished the poached eggs. But the poached eggs that I thought were delicious yesterday tasted like nothing today.

It tastes the same.

Pushing the noodles aside, she picked up the brush again and wanted to continue writing a novel, but she found that her smooth thoughts had been interrupted without her realizing it, and she didn't know how to start writing.

About half an hour passed, but I only wrote one line of words. After thinking about it, I chose to cross out this line of words.

In desperation, Su Rou had no choice but to put down her brush, lay on the table, and stared blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.
Chapter completed!