After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

It was my mother who insisted on going back to the village to celebrate the New Year. Luo Laoliu thought it was convenient to travel back and forth by car, so he took her home. Unexpectedly, he ran into his father's mistress.

Luo Laoliu helped her lie down and covered her with a quilt.

Old Mrs. Luo held his hand and suddenly burst into tears, "My son, your father is hoping that I will die so that he can be with that widow Xu."

Luo Laoliu kept comforting her. He caught a glimpse of a figure standing at the door watching the fun. He frowned unhappily, but when he found out it was Luo Yue, he retracted his gaze and concentrated on coaxing his mother.

The show was over. Luo Yue was not interested in watching her uncle comforting her grandmother. She turned around, glanced at her grandfather who was sitting at the table smoking silently, and strode away.

After leaving the yard, she saw Da Niu and Xiao Ma, who had not entered the house, sitting in the car and talking. When they walked past the car, the two people's voices suddenly disappeared. Luo Yue had reason to suspect that they were behind the Luo family.

She didn't go home, thinking that she had eaten dinner at her fifth aunt's house yesterday, and would probably spend the New Year's Eve at her third aunt's house this year.

With the New Year's Eve dinner ready, she was too lazy to go home and cook it herself. So she took a detour to her uncle's house. As soon as she entered the door, she was greeted warmly by her uncle, "Xiao Yue is here? Your aunt is too busy, come into the kitchen and help."

Luo Laosan, who usually takes a hands-off approach, was actually wiping the tables and benches.

"Uncle San." Luo Yue called him, not intending to go into the kitchen to help, but Aunt San's voice came from the kitchen, cursing: "You are already in your seventies and eighties, and you are still so frivolous. Your mother-in-law is not dead yet, and you actually brought this old slut home. All men are bad!"

Luo Laosan glanced at Luo Yue in embarrassment, rushed to the kitchen door and shouted at Zhou Juying: "It's New Year's Day! Keep your voice down! The children can hear it!"

"What! Your father can do shameless things, so why can't I say anything?!" Zhou Juying waved the spatula at the man twice.

Gao Yunfeng, who came to help with cooking, quickly said a few words of persuasion, and the couple, who were about to fight, finally stopped and went about their business.

On New Year's Eve, some people choose to celebrate the New Year in the morning, thinking that the earlier they celebrate, the better their luck will be in the coming year. However, celebrating the New Year in the morning is too hasty after all, so most people choose to celebrate the New Year at noon, and a few people celebrate the New Year at night.

The Luo family usually chooses to celebrate the New Year at noon.

The kitchen is in full swing.

Zhou Juying's second daughter was making fire, her youngest daughter was washing dishes, and her eldest son was playing in the snow outside with his friends, and his laughter could be heard by everyone.

Zhou Juying cooked skillfully while complaining to her second daughter: "Why is the fire low again? Heat it up a bit!" She turned her head and glanced at her youngest daughter who was washing the dishes, "Wash them more thoroughly."

Luo Yue stepped into the kitchen and watched the little girl squatting on the ground, washing a large basin of dishes without any complaints.

Zhou Juying cooked while Gao Yunfeng washed and cut vegetables. The two of them worked neatly and quickly. They cooked a bunch of vegetables and placed them on the stove.

Even if people live in poverty on weekdays, on New Year's Day, they will try their best to have ten dishes, which means a perfect and prosperous new year.

A bowl of fried meatballs symbolizes reunion.

A plate of braised fish brings abundance every year.

A bowl of braised pork means a prosperous new year... Luo Yue stood beside the stove, staring at the braised fish in a daze.

When I was a child, braised fish was a special dish, which meant it could not be eaten and had to be saved until after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Her parents took her to visit relatives with her brother. Luo Yaozu ate braised fish out of greed. Her mother scolded her on the spot, accusing her of touching the fish. Her father apologized to the relatives even though he knew the truth. "The child was ignorant and greedy."

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, she happily thought that she could finally eat fish. However, when she put it in her mouth, the fish meat turned out to be rotten and smelly.