Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Chapter 172 Celebrating Spring Festival

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On the twenty-ninth, steam the buns; the whole night of the thirtieth, stew; on the first and second days, wander the streets...

The Bun Shop is closed for holidays, and Lin Chuxia has returned to the Qin Family to properly celebrate the Spring Festival.

This year, Qin Yang returned early, and the Qin Family had a new business, although the business belonged to Lin Chuxia, in this period, Qin Han and Zhang Guilan made more money at the Bun Shop than they did from selling vegetables all year.

It can be said that this is a reunion year, and also a year of harvest.

There’s no need to mention the New Year goods at home, they were prepared early and abundantly.

Although they ate meat every day at the Bun Shop, for the New Year’s celebration, especially during the northern Spring Festival, you have to fully stock up to feel like it’s truly New Year’s.

An entire pig’s leg, half a rack of pork ribs, and in the village where they slaughter sheep, Mr. Qin even bought half a sheep.

Mrs. Qin had already filled the large tank in the courtyard with water early on, letting it freeze over, effectively creating a natural big freezer.

Things stored inside won’t spoil and also won’t be gnawed by rats.

On the thirtieth, according to local custom, they eat scooped dry rice in the morning.

At that time, there were no rice cookers, they partially cooked the rice in a large iron pot, and then scooped the rice out from the rice water, placing it in a steamer to continue steaming, called scooped dry rice.

In the rural areas of Shanhe Province, they rarely grow rice, and rice is relatively more expensive and hard to buy.

Especially during the planned economy era, they couldn’t buy rice in the countryside as there were no quotas.

Even as markets opened up in recent years, rice remained scarce, and with people having little money, buying rice was done by the pound, mostly to make weak rice porridge at home.

Perhaps it’s for this reason that eating a meal of white rice on New Year’s Eve adds a ceremonial sense to the Spring Festival, indicating that the coming year will bring good days.

Lin Chuxia, in her past life, no longer followed these customs, but after rebirth, upon entering the kitchen in the morning and seeing her sister-in-law cooking rice, the whole house filled with the fragrance of rice, she felt somewhat bewildered.

She remembered that at her parental home, on the morning of the thirtieth when scooping dry rice, she could never eat a full bowl of it.

Her elder sister and younger brother, however, would always eat to their fill.

Later, after marrying into the Li Family, she continued to drink rice porridge.

By the time she started making money from the business and could eat rice freely, she no longer wanted to follow these customs during the festival.

Zhang Guilan, seeing Lin Chuxia enter the room, pointed to the side and said, "I’ll prepare stewed pork with vermicelli later, I’ve already cut everything, sister-in-law, if you’re idle chop some cabbage filling, after breakfast they are going to the cemetery, we usually prepare some dumplings to bring along every year."

"Alright," Lin Chuxia washed her hands to make dumplings.

Little Zhuangzhuang entered the kitchen at this moment, his eyes still sleepy, forcing them open, he asked Zhang Guilan, "Mom, Grandma said today I need to wash my face in every direction, but I usually wash my face twice and it’s enough, Grandma said I need to go around, how many times do I have to wash?"

Seeing Lin Chuxia there, he also asked, "Little auntie, do you wash your face by turning around in circles? Why turn in circles?"

Lin Chuxia: "..."

She really hadn’t, having long forgotten these customs.

Zhang Guilan smilingly replied to him, "Wash however your grandma told you to wash, it won’t hurt to wash a couple more times, will it?"

"But don’t people say to wash your butt three times and your face twice?"

Lin Chuxia looked at his sincerely troubled little expression, finding him utterly adorable.

Pinching his little cheek, "Then you wash four times, four directions, still an even number."

Zhuangzhuang thought for a bit and nodded, "That’s the only way then, sigh, New Year’s is just troublesome, Grandma also said not to touch scissors and needles, she won’t even let me touch the window paper, little auntie, if I touch them, will I really get a sty?"

Lin Chuxia: "..."

Could she say it wouldn’t happen?

"Do as you’re told, you, normally you don’t ever touch scissors or needles anyway, just listen to whatever your grandma says."

Zhang Guilan was getting ready to stew the dishes, feeling he was in the way, she sent him out.