My Sister is Very Obsessive: Chapter 670 :family

After the Spring Festival couplets are pasted, there are also the characters of blessing. Unlike the Spring Festival couplets, the characters of blessing come with foam glue. As long as the surface layer of the bar is torn off, it can be directly attached to the door.

Originally, I planned to post it together, but my sister insisted that she post it, so I stood aside and watched her make a crooked gesture, and then snapped it quickly.

Okay, the whole blessing is upside down.

"Sister, are you down?"

"Happiness is here, there's nothing wrong!"

"But... this is not the kind that is posted upside down. Look at these patterns, this kind of blessing, it should be posted upside down."

"You don't understand that."

Sister hehe smiled at me,

"I did it on purpose. Let me ask you, what would they say if someone passed by our house and saw the blessing on the door of our house?"

"What?" I looked at her dumbfounded.

"They'll say, oops, this family is down!"

After speaking, my sister smiled proudly,

"I'm smart, brother!"

I raised my hand and touched the sweat that didn't exist on my forehead, and looked at her helplessly. The word "quirky" is no longer appropriate for her.

I didn't discuss this issue with her. Now that things were done, I put my hand around her shoulder and took her back home.

For lunch, my mother made it quite simple. She opened a can of rice wine and cooked a bag of frozen dumplings.

If I cook the dumplings alone, I still prefer dumplings, but if I add some rice wine to the dumplings to taste, the dumplings will be less competitive.

After two or three bowls of glutinous rice balls, my stomach was stretched out, but looking at the porcelain bowl in my hand, I still had a feeling of unfinished business.

"Okay, don't eat it. There is still a New Year's Eve dinner in the evening. If you eat so much at noon, it will be cheaper for your sister to have a good evening!"

Seeing my hesitant look, my mother couldn't help but smile.

My sister doesn't like to hear this.

"What do you mean by cheap me, Mom, you are really partial!"

I put down the bowl in my hand, and although I wanted to eat, my stomach told me that I really couldn't take it.

Sitting in front of the dining table, I yawned boredly, feeling that my mouth was full of sweetness, and suddenly I wanted to eat something salty.

So I got up, walked to the kitchen, pulled out a small glass bowl specially designed for microwave heating from the cupboard, opened the plastic lid, and inside were plum leaves that had been fried in vegetable oil.

I didn't dislike it either, I reached out and squeezed a small amount into my mouth, and at the same time, I didn't forget to sip off the grease on the branches.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

My sister's voice came in through the kitchen door. I didn't say anything, but covered the glass bowl, put it back, and walked out of the kitchen while chewing the plum leaves.

Mom sipped her chopsticks and looked at my churning mouth, she couldn't help but smile.

"Going to steal pickles again?"

"The mother who knows me is also!"

I giggled and sat down at the table.

"You've been like this since you were a child, you like sweets, but you can eat too many sweets, but you always want to chew something salty in your mouth!"

After saying that, my mother stood up and started to clear the table.

After sitting and stretching, my sister stood up, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the living room.

The sun was shining brightly outside, the sliding door near the wall was wide open, and the cool breeze passed through the balcony, blowing the screen lightly.

After my mother cleaned up the kitchen, she also came to the living room, sat on the sofa, and looked at the wall opposite the wall-mounted TV.

The light blue wallpaper is like a blue ocean, and the cartoon bubbles and painted fish are very cute.

Of course, my mother's eyes were more focused on the photos posted on the wall.

Ninety percent of the photos are of my sister and I, and the person who took the photo is obviously my mother. From the beginning of walking to high school graduation, my mother will take many photos of my sister and me every year.

There are also some single photos of me and my sister or a selfie of my sister. The single photo is taken by my sister and I, and most of the selfies are taken by my sister herself. Mom thinks the photos are good, so they take them out. , and posted it on the photo wall.

There are very few photos of my mother. She doesn't like taking pictures very much. The only few photos are the group photos of the three of us taken by my sister with a selfie stick.

There is the background of Qinghai Lake, the background of the Great Wall, and the background of Gobi Desert and grassland.

In the photo, we seem to be smiling so happily. This is a family with shared memories and emotions that are hard to let go.

Just like the protagonist in "The Seventh Day", who returned to his biological parents' home after a lapse of many years, in the end it was only because of his incompatibility that everyone felt uncomfortable.

Only the switchman is the father of the protagonist, and "My District Mayor's Father" can only be an excellent composition for middle school students.

Regarding the New Year's Eve dinner, no matter how rich it is, it cannot be overstated.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, my mother got into the kitchen and got busy, and my sister and I started to more than decorate the room.

These things should have been done a few days ago, but because my sister and I were lazy and didn't want to move, it was finally postponed until now.

"Is this string of red peppers hanging on both sides of the TV wall?"

"Hang it on the kitchen door!"

"What about this Huaxia knot?"

"Hang on your neck!"

"Hang on your neck!"

My sister scolded me dissatisfied, and then ran over, laughing and laughing, just hang the Chinese knot around my neck.

Pushing and joking with her, and arranging those beautiful ornaments.

The lights in the dining room have been replaced by hollow palace lanterns made of red solid wood, and some beautiful red stickers have been pasted on the TV.

The soft white carpet on the sofa in the living room has also been replaced with a golden red piglet, and the guarantee of the sofa has become a pillow printed with a pattern of red Chinese knots.

After more than two hours of work, my sister and I folded our arms and went back and forth to look at all the rooms in the house.

This is the atmosphere and appearance of the New Year!

My sister and I couldn't help showing a bit of pride on our faces.

After that, the rest is the New Year's Eve dinner.

In my memory, the annual New Year's Eve dinner, my mother is busy from noon to the evening, it can be said to be very rich.

A lot of times I guess that if my mother failed to start her own business, she would be able to support me and my sister with her cooking skills alone.

Of course, my mother doesn't think her cooking skills are very good, and she can only cook these home-cooked dishes. As for those dishes in the hotel whose names sound dignified and look dignified, apart from eating , she won't have one.

From one o'clock in the afternoon until the sun sets, and from the sun sets until the lights in the room are turned on, my mother is spinning in the kitchen, and she doesn't seem to feel tired at all.

My sister and I huddled together in the kitchen, eating secretly while slapping my mother's ass. My mother couldn't stop laughing when she heard it.

In the sky outside the house, only a thin and shallow crescent moon is left, and bright planets dot the sky, and the corresponding lights are the lights of the cities on the ground.

The breath of Nian is very strong. I imagined that the beast of Nian was crawling on the top, overlooking the whole city, and there was a smile on the corner of my mouth.

"Okay, take out all the dishes and you're ready to eat!"

Mom's cheerful voice came from the kitchen, followed by a more cheerful response from my sister,

"Oh yeah, long live mom!"