I started as an exile, and I relied on space to support my family of loyal heroes.

Ah Zheng stepped forward and replied,

"My Lord, I found a greenhouse in the yard, where a variety of fresh vegetables are grown."

"There is a lot of meat in the cellar. I have already sent someone to get the meat."

It was lunch time. He had just asked someone to stew the meat when he heard the news that his master had returned.

The host and the Lin family army both have big appetites, so the food he prepared is definitely not enough.

So just before entering the living room, he arranged for someone to go to the cellar to get some meat, and to go to the greenhouse to pick some more vegetables.

Lin Yiran nodded and looked around, "Move all the tables, chairs and benches into the living room."

"This is the first year that we all spend together, and we all eat together."

Ah Zheng's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth raised, "Yes, Master!"

There are less than a hundred people and the main hall can accommodate them all.

Soon, six large tables were moved into the living room by the little soldiers like ants moving house.

Place them around the living room.

Each table can seat 20 people, so 6 tables can accommodate all of them.

Lin Yiran looked at the busy and happy children and smiled.

"Lin Changshou, take someone to get all the fireworks and firecrackers from the luggage compartment of the bus and put them in the corridor outside the living room so that we can set off the fireworks together in the evening."

"Yes!" Lin Changshou responded and waved his hand, "Let's move the fireworks."

The Lin family soldiers all followed Lin Changshou.

Han Song and the other two looked at the busy crowd, pinched their fingers hesitantly, and looked at Lin Yiran with some uneasiness.

"Ancestor, what about us?"

Everyone has something to do, and it seems a bit unpleasant for the three of them to be sitting around doing nothing.

Lin Yiran looked at the three people standing in the main hall and smiled faintly.

"Can you three...cook?"

A Zheng's children are not very good at cooking, especially meat dishes. They can only stew them in the pot and eat them after they are cooked.

After all, they had never had the chance to eat meat before. When they were at the death soldier training base, they only ate raw meat and lettuce, so they really didn't know how to cook.

The three children looked at each other, and Han Song stepped forward, "I can barbecue."

He had lived in Snow City since he was a child. Even in the poorest families in Snow City, they would kill a sheep during the New Year to survive the winter.

He was not favored at home and could only gnaw on the bones left over by his grandparents and uncles, but he was the one who always cooked the roasted lamb.

Cut the mutton into pieces as big as half an egg, marinate it with seasoning, string it into a large skewer, and grill it over charcoal fire.

After the lamb chops and lamb legs are marinated, just put them directly on the wire rack and grill them.

After so many years, he has gained experience and will definitely not burn it.

"That's right." Lin Yiran nodded with a smile, "Then go to the kitchen and find the things needed for barbecue. When they bring the meat, you will be responsible for leading ten people to learn barbecue with you."

With so many people, if Han Song is the only one barbecuing, he won’t be able to keep up with the food.

Han Song was delighted and said excitedly, "Yes, ancestor."

After saying that, Han Song turned around and ran out.

Xuefeng looked at Hansong's excitement with envy, then turned to look at Lin Yiran.

"Grandfather, I can...can...make hand-rolled noodles!"

Xuefeng bit his lip and took a long time to finally utter a sentence.

His mother is the cook who makes the most chewy and delicious hand-rolled noodles in the village. Usually, when an elderly person in a family has a birthday, they will ask his mother to make longevity noodles.

At that time, he always followed his mother and helped her. Occasionally, when his mother was tired, he would take over and rub her a few times.

After watching him for so many years, he can make hand-rolled noodles pretty well, but of course they are definitely not as chewy as his mother's.

Because he is small and not strong enough.

Later, after his mother died of overwork, his father married a new wife and sold him.

Lin Yiran looked at the little snow-capped mountain in amazement, "That's amazing."

"Then go to the kitchen and see if there is any flour. I will bring ten people to learn how to make noodles with you later."

In a freezing cold day, eating a bowl of hot beef noodles is very comfortable.

Chinese New Year is the day after tomorrow. In the next two days, you can make more dumplings, steamed buns, etc. and freeze them to eat on Chinese New Year's Day.

"Yes, ancestor." Xuefeng grinned, turned around and ran out.

Bing Mo watched Xue Feng run away, and looked at Lin Yiran anxiously.

"I...can fry meatballs, melon seeds, peanuts, and...I can fry doughnuts..."

Bing Mo scratched his head anxiously, "Grandfather, I know a lot, but I just can't remember it all at once."

He was sent to help in the restaurant kitchen when he was very young. He watched the chefs cook every day and naturally learned the skill after watching so much.

It's just that he hasn't had much chance to practice, but the whole process is still in his mind.

"Wow!" Lin Yiran looked at Bing Mo in shock, "Not bad, and you're a great chef."

"Go to the kitchen and do whatever you want. You can take care of the arrangements for the rest of the people."

"By the way, can you make dumplings, steamed buns, and glutinous rice balls?"

Just when Bing Mo was about to run out excitedly, Lin Yiran asked again.

During Chinese New Year, it is more fun to get together to make dumplings and glutinous rice balls.

I don’t really care whether it looks good or not, as long as I can wrap it.

She could easily buy a lot of these things at the takeaway mall, but that would miss out on a lot of the fun.

Bing Mo grinned and nodded heavily, "Yes, I can make dumpling fillings."

These things are commonly made in restaurants, and he knows them very well.

"Okay, okay!" Lin Yiran looked at Bing Mo with a smile, "After lunch, you can take someone to prepare the dumpling fillings, and we can make dumplings together in the living room in the evening."

"Yes, ancestor!"

Lin Yiran watched Bing Mo jumping out and smiled.

This was her first New Year in ancient times, and also the first New Year for these children after their rebirth. It was indeed worth celebrating.

It seems quite boring for so many people to just make dumplings in the evening without any entertainment.

Lin Yiran thought about it carefully.

It's really hard to arrange an event for nearly a hundred people with quite a big age difference.

The young assassins are basically around 10 years old, and the Lin family soldiers are basically around 30 years old. With this age span, it is difficult for them to play together.

The key is to not delay the work at hand. You have to make a lot of dumplings and freeze them outside.

Then only the eyes and mouth can be used.

Eyes...what to look at?

Lin Yiran's eyes lit up and she immediately opened the takeaway mall.

After browsing for a while, she placed an order directly for a complete set of home theater equipment and a high-power generator.

When Lin Changshou finished moving the fireworks and returned to the living room, he was dumbfounded.

Lin Yiran was the only one in the living room. All the tables, chairs and benches that were originally placed in the middle of the living room had been moved away.

On the wall in the middle of the living room, there is a very large, smooth, glass-like object.

Opposite the wall was a row of soft, furry things that looked like lounge chairs.

He looked at it carefully and found that the seat looked a bit like the sofa in a stretched Lincoln.

It’s just that this set of sofas is bigger, longer and softer.