We are all reborn, who will be your control group?

Seeing Wen Qin in a daze, Yuan Hongyu thought she was tired yesterday, so she got up and ran to Jie Guiqiu to help her make wontons.

Wen Qin slapped herself on the forehead several times before she woke herself up.

She would never let Jie Mingxia do those dangerous things again in her life, so why think so much.

Hurry up and prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner.

The Xie family’s New Year’s Eve dinner this year was so sumptuous that Yuan Hongyu almost lost face and joined in the celebration.

But in the end, she felt embarrassed and went home with a large plate of wontons. Wen Qin secretly stuffed a New Orleans chicken leg in it.

We can’t really let their kids not get even a chicken leg during the New Year.

Wen Qin knew that in later generations, there were often such New Year's Eve dinners for hundreds of families. Everyone lived in the same village or community, and many left-behind children and elderly people were gathered together by social workers to celebrate the New Year.

It's quite lively.

However, since Yuan Hongyu insisted, Wen Qin didn't bother to be polite with her.

If this neighbor is particularly easy to get along with, Wen Qin doesn't mind continuing to help him in the future, not just at this moment.

Today the Wen brothers killed several chickens. Wen Qin boiled the chickens for a long time and tore off all the chicken breasts to make meatballs.

When Jie Mingxia came back, the fried meatballs had already been divided into several bowls.

"Hurry up, send these to Grandma Qiu and Captain Xu."

Father Wen was a little confused: "Only send it to the squad leader? Not to the captain? Will Tong Minfeng have any objection?"

Tong Minfeng is the captain of the Xiaxi Brigade, and is at the same rank as Ye Qiangwen next door. Unfortunately, he is old and is just waiting for retirement, so he usually doesn't take care of things.

Wen Qin urged Jie Mingxia to leave quickly: "This is to thank you for your help last time. It's not good to give too much. What if others think I'm trying to flatter you?"

When Old Man Wen heard this, he stopped talking immediately.

After Wen Qin finished making the arrangements, she started stewing pork ribs, yam, and fish head tofu.

Although people here don't like to drink soup like the people in Guangdong Province in the southernmost part of the country, but a reunion dinner without soup is absolutely not acceptable.

After both large pots were filled with soup, Wen Qin began to cook the braised fish using the coal stove.

By the time it got dark, Chef Wen Qin was so tired that he didn't want to move anymore.

There was no electricity, no television, and no Spring Festival Gala.

But the whole family was sitting together happily. Wen Qin felt that her hard work today was very worthwhile.

She originally wanted to smuggle out some Coke, but she didn't expect Jie Mingxia to bring out several bottles of orange juice.

It was a glass bottle with the same seal as the current beer bottle. Jie Mingxia also demonstrated how to open the bottle cap with his bare hands.

The three Wen brothers clapped their hands vigorously.

Xie Mingxia poured Moutai for his father-in-law and brothers-in-law, and soda for his wife and sister, while he himself drank locally brewed rice wine.

Then he raised the big bowl in his hand and said, "Thank you, Dad, for letting me have another lively New Year's Eve today."

He drank it in one gulp. Wen Qin wanted to stop him but failed, so she had to sit back.

The second son of the Wen family, Wen Jiang, slapped the table and laughed: "Today is New Year's Eve, sister, you still want to control your brother-in-law and not let him drink. This is your fault!"

Wen Qin rolled her eyes at him: "Did I tell him not to drink? He's been hungry all day, and his stomach is empty. At least eat something before you drink."

Wen Jiang wanted to say something, but his father slapped him on the head: "There are so many dishes on the table, but they can't stop you from eating. If you don't want to eat, go home and celebrate the New Year alone."

Wen Jiang was suppressed forcefully and had to shut up.

While they were toasting each other, Xie Guiqiu quietly picked up the bowl and clinked glasses with Wen Qin's.

Wen Qin actually saw it. She suppressed her lips. But in the end, she drank it all up with a chuckle, as if it was not soda but beer.

I drank too quickly and choked, and kept coughing for a long time.

Xie Mingxia patted her back to calm her down, but Wen's father laughed and scolded her, "No one is competing with you for it, why are you so anxious?"

When Xie Guiqiu saw Wen Qin like this, she knew that she had seen her toasting, and she quickly jumped out: "I want to snatch it from my sister-in-law."

He no longer looked like he would hide in fear when he saw Old Man Wen.

so good.

Wen Qin squinted her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her.

A scene she had cried to see in her dreams.

The people she couldn't let go of and the people she owed in her previous life are now sitting together happily eating New Year's Eve dinner and celebrating the reunion year.

"What a pity, my sister is not here. Why don't we go to the county town to spend the Lantern Festival with her?"

Wen Hai is the type who gets drunk when drinking. If you are not familiar with him, seeing his red face, you would probably think he is drunk.

Wen He, who had been eating with his head down, protested: "No, my brother-in-law is too fierce. I don't dare to go."

Wenqin couldn't help but laugh. Their eldest brother-in-law Zhang Zhongxin really looked like a black-faced Bao Gong, except for a crescent moon. It was said that someone from the factory stole cloth and met him on the way. His calves trembled, and he turned himself in directly.

Unfortunately, Wen He's protest was ineffective. Because Father Wen also missed his eldest daughter: "I haven't seen your eldest sister for a few months. There is no need to wait until the Lantern Festival. Don't daughters have to come back on the second day of the New Year? Then we can have a big reunion at our house. By the way, how about our three families get together to celebrate the New Year next year?"

"No way, my brother-in-law has a big family too," Wen Hai said.

Father Wen was silent for a moment and said, "Then it will be the second day of the Lunar New Year."

"I'm afraid not." Xie Mingxia, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

Although he was very satisfied with his son-in-law, Father Wen was still a little unhappy that he had been offended by his son-in-law: "Why is that not possible?"

Xie Mingxia filled up Wen's cup again and said, "My eldest brother will be getting married next year. He will have to accompany my eldest sister-in-law to her parents' home. I'm afraid we won't be able to get together on the second day of the Chinese New Year. Let's do it on the fifteenth day next year."

Father Wen slapped his thigh and said, "Yeah, why did I forget this?"

Wen Hai suddenly became like a monkey's butt, stammering and not knowing what to say.

Wen Jiang and Wen He started to give Wen Hai wine with a smile.

Wen Qin was also happy. She picked up the bowl and took another gulp. The next second she started coughing loudly.

She took the wrong bowl.

At this time, Father Wen stopped talking about her and jumped up in surprise: "Oh, she is allergic to alcohol! She can't drink!"

Wen Qin looked up dazedly, her face redder than Wen Hai's, and said with a lisp, "Allergic to silk gods and demons?"

Then all her consciousness fell into darkness.

When she woke up again, it was still dark. Jie Mingxia was holding her in his arms, with a big hand around her waist. Feeling her movement, Jie Mingxia woke up the next second.

"Are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll go get you a glass of water." Xie Mingxia's voice was still lazily because he had just woken up.

Wen Qin's face turned red, "Let me go first."

Xie Mingxia was puzzled, but rather anxious. He propped himself up with one hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qin was released, and quickly climbed up from the bed, grabbed the cotton coat beside the bed, and rushed out: "I'm going to the toilet first."