On the morning of New Year's Eve, I just woke up in a daze when I heard my mother's "banging" voice in the kitchen. After getting up, I saw the kitchen filled with all kinds of vegetables, chickens, ducks and fish. My mother was busy washing, picking and cutting vegetables. Seeing this situation, I can't "stand by and watch", roll up my sleeves and volunteer to say, "Mom, let me help!" Mother said happily, "Good! Clean up your desk first, then come and help my mother pick vegetables and prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner tonight. "
Got it! Be in a good mood and be happy in everything you do. While humming a song, I tidied up the coffee table and desk neatly, put on my beloved Barbie in new clothes and "dressed up" well. The work was not difficult, and I finished it soon. Then, the real "work" begins, and I will help my mother prepare the New Year's Eve dinner together!
Picking vegetables, picking onions, washing vegetables, beating eggs ... looks simple, but it's not that easy to do. Let's just beat the eggs. I tapped the eggshell two or three times, and even a small crack was hard to see. It seems to be laughing at me! When I was in a hurry, I bumped into the edge of the table, which was terrible. The egg white ran down my hand to the ground, and the yolk was "rare". An egg became my "victim" While cleaning up the mess, I said angrily, "You bad guy, I tell you, don't think I can't do it, I'll call you again, hum …" When I hit the second egg, I learned my first lesson, and finally I succeeded in breaking it.
Speaking of preparing for New Year's Eve, peeling quail eggs is my favorite job. Because, I often peel quail eggs, as long as I peel them and eat them in one bite, I can also enjoy food while working, so why not! However, when I did this job today, my mother has been "supervising" my every move. One by one, the white and tender quail eggs can only lie quietly on the plate. Although I didn't eat "delicious food", I was glad to see these "achievements".
Time flies in the intense labor. When I looked out of the window, the red lanterns were already on, the lights on the trees were flashing and firecrackers began to gather. Looking at the big table in our house, the chef's father has turned the fruits of my mother's and me's labor into delicious food.
Looking at these sumptuous meals, it seems that there is a looming New Year bell in my ear, which is getting closer and closer to us. The atmosphere of the new year is getting stronger and stronger, and the "Year of the Ox" has finally arrived!