Time Travel: My whole family is a villain

Snowing.

Jiang Mianmian lay in front of the window, looking at the falling snowflakes outside.

Very surprised.

This is the first snow of winter.

It was also the first snow in her life.

Her small stature only reached the bottom of the wooden window. To look outside, she had to open the wooden window and stand on tiptoe.

Watching the snowflakes flying, the manhole covers in the yard slowly turned white.

The dark land also turned white.

She saw Aniang running out in a hurry and carrying a large bundle of firewood back to the house.

A sister's cry came from the next room.

"what!"

Then came his brother's voice.

"Don't be so fussy, you're a girl, you can't get married like this."

"My grandma said we should make dumplings on snowy days, ah ah ah, we didn't even get to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year last year." My sister's voice was so excited that she couldn't help but shout loudly.

Jiang Mianmian took Jiang Xiaoshu out of her pocket and put it on the window sill. Seeing it shrinking from the cold and hiding back, she put Jiang Xiaoshu back into her pocket.

Ants are cold-blooded animals and are very active in autumn. In autumn, Jiang Mianmian often harvests various foods.

In winter, Jiang Xiaoshu became lazy and liked to be by her side most of the time, and she often put it in her pocket.

Jiang Mianmian now likes to hug Jiang Xiaoshu, because with Jiang Xiaoshu, she is a clean baby, and her food will not fall everywhere.

Jiang Mianmian watched the snow for a long time.

Until a figure picked her up.

It's Dad.

When Jiang Changtian finished his work, he came back and saw his little girl standing on tiptoes, holding on to the window sill, looking outside. Her little figure gave her a strange feeling of loneliness.

He picked her up and touched the girl's face and hands, but they were all frozen.

It seemed like I had been standing there for a long time.

He couldn't help but ask: "What is Mianmian looking at?"

Jiang Mianmian's nose turned red and she said, "Look at Baibai."

"That's snow, it's snowing." Jiang Changtian held his daughter and looked out the window.

"Mr. sir, please bring Mian Mian over here." The voice of the lady next door came.

It broke the somewhat alienated and broken atmosphere between the father and daughter.

Jiang Changtian carried his daughter to the next room, which was the kitchen.

Qin Luoxia's strong body was kneading the dough.

Jiang Feng was chopping stuffing.

Jiang Yu is lighting the fire.

Qin Luoxia used her elbow to lift the ends of her fallen hair, and said with a smile on her face: "Ms. sir, let's make dumplings for dinner tonight. Come and help."

"Okay." Jiang Changtian put his daughter on her small chair and began to roll up his sleeves.

Showing his slender arms.

Jiang Yu was as happy as Jiang Xiaoshu on a hot pot, spinning around in the small kitchen.

Qin Luoxia kneaded the dough, rolled it into strips quickly, and then pulled off the lumps with her hands.

"In a moment, you guys roll this little dough into a round shape, then use a stick to spread it, or flatten it, or flatten it. I'll mix the stuffing, and it's ready to be wrapped."

Jiang Mianmian got a small ball of dough.

She kneaded the dough and watched her mother-in-law sprinkle salt, minced meat, and chopped green onions into the stuffing. She twirled her fingers as if she were spreading arsenic... (⊙o⊙)...

Jiang Mianmian knocked on her head, wondering why she had such strange thoughts.

Jiang Yu, Jiang Feng and Dad were kneading dough together around the table.

Grandma also picked out the stuffing, a lot of wild vegetables, a little meat, a little pickles, a little salt, a little wild onions, and finally added a thick piece of ointment.

Stir the wild vegetables until they are shiny.

The whole family gathered around the small table to make dumplings.

Except for Jiang Mianmian, she was kneading dough, and her hands' coordination skills were not that strong.

My dad was also a little slow in wrapping, but my dad wrapped it beautifully, as delicately as a purse.

Grandma is the most agile. Grandma is very agile in everything she does.

She was here, and the room was warm.

The snow outside the house is getting heavier and heavier, and the slender branches are unable to bear the weight, making a gentle clicking sound.

The snow fell on the ground, and the layer close to the ground quickly turned into water and penetrated into the ground.

And the surface was quickly covered with new snow, layer by layer, like a thick blanket.

The water in the pot is boiling, and the dumplings are ready to be put into the pot. The fire is burning brightly, making my sister's face blush.

Jiang Mianmian noticed that her sister's face seemed to be rounder recently.

Jiang Feng was helping to get the dumplings, while Dad was wiping the table.

Jiang Mianmian was still playing with the small ball of dough in her hand.

She patted the dough flat, took out Jiang Xiaoshu, and stamped it. Soon, the dough had the shape of Jiang Xiaoshu, with a long strip.

The family is not surprised by the little girl who likes to play with ants.

There was smoke coming out of the pot and the aroma was wafting.

Qin Luoxia stirred the bottom of the pot with a large spatula and added a little cold water from time to time.

Watching the big dumpling rise and fall, she wiped her hands with her apron and said, "Sir, why don't you have a drink?"

Jiang Changtian was a little surprised, but he never refused his wife's request.

He nodded.

Qin Luoxia asked Jiang Feng to add water while she went to get the wine.

Jiang Mianmian thought to herself, her family is really rich. In the past, the whole family had to share the shabu-shabu water, but now they even have wine?

I wonder where grandma hid the wine.

She stretched out her hands and shouted: "Mom, give me a hug."

Qin Luoxia didn't think that her daughter wanted to see where she hid her things. She reached out and picked up her daughter and carried her on her back.

Then he went to the cellar. Jiang Mianmian saw that the cellar was wide, big and deep. Auntie had dug a basement and came out.

Grandma found a small jar in the corner and carried it out.

There is snow outside, and grandma’s footprints are one by one.

Jiang Mianmian was on her mother's back, looking at the winding footprints, very kindly.

Back in the kitchen, the steam is steaming, the dumplings are floating and ready to eat.

Grandma served everyone a big bowl.

Put pickles in the middle.

She opened the jar and poured a bowl of wine for her father, Jiang Feng, and Jiang Yu.

He poured a bowl of dumpling soup for Jiang Mianmian and blatantly lied to her. He also pretended that it was poured from a jar and used the jar to block it.

Jiang Mianmian: ... Even if I’m stupid, other people’s wine won’t steam, but mine will steam, and I can tell the difference.

Qin Luoxia picked up the wine first, and then said to her husband: "Today is your birthday. Let's have a good meal and drink. I wish our lives will get better and better in the future."

Jiang Changtian burst into tears in an instant.

He forgot.

He doesn't remember that today is his birthday.

No one at home had ever given it to him.

Jiang Feng handed his father a writing brush, "I made this myself, and my father will give it to you."

Jiang Yu also took out a crooked handkerchief. She couldn't see clearly what was on it. She gave the handkerchief to her father and said, "I wish my father good health and that he will live younger and younger."

Jiang Mianmian:......

It was too much. Such a big thing was hidden from a child like her, and she didn't even prepare a gift.

Jiang Mianmian reached into her pocket, dug and dug, and finally took out a small stone that Jiang Xiaoshu had brought to her. It was round and yellow and very beautiful, so she put it in her pocket.

"Daddy, here, here, happy birthday, daddy." Jiang Mianmian handed over the small stone.

Jiang Changtian took what the child gave him.

He picked up the wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

He doesn't drink, and he hasn't drank since that time when he was wrongfully accused.

But today, with his wife and children in front of him, he can drink with peace of mind.

Jiang Changtian has a very poor drinking capacity and drinks alcohol in just one bowl.

He lay down on the table and snored slightly.

Fell asleep.

Grandma took Dad away.

It's snowing outside.

Jiang Mianmian and her brother and sister eat dumplings.

It turns out that this day is my father’s birthday.

My mother-in-law went there for a long time and didn’t come back~~

The dumplings are cold.

It's a pity.