The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]

Chapter 103 The Hand of Destiny

What else could Wu Mengting do? She could only grit her teeth and say, "I understand you."

"Brother Zhiyi, Meng Ting knows in her heart that no matter what you do, you will never harm me."

Seeing that she was still gentle and considerate, Qian Zhiyi was satisfied and put his arms around Wu Mengting: "Thank you for understanding me, Mengting, please rest assured that when I succeed, I will definitely take you out of the sea of ​​suffering."

Wu Mengting's heart skipped a beat and she became more gentle: "Why do you say this? I take care of you just because I like you."

Although they all have their own agendas, they are actually in harmony.

The two people cuddled together, looking extremely warm, but they didn't know that everything they longed for in their hearts was destined to be hopeless.

With the suspension of work and production, the production team's New Year atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger.

There has been a lot of trouble in the past few years. At the mobilization meeting at the end of the year, the old Liu strongly advocated the elimination of feudal superstitions. Many customs at the end of the year were also forced to be reduced. Worshiping the kitchen god and ancestors and burning paper are definitely not possible now.

But no one cares about cleaning the house and preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

This year, the old Gu family has two workers, and the production team has been allocated a lot of meat, rice and noodles. Starting from the 28th of the new year, the Gu family brothers and sisters have rolled up their sleeves and started preparing delicious food.

Gu Mingdong specially prepared a large pot of vegetable oil, which together with Gu Laoer's, was enough to last at home for a long time.

With Gu Mingdong's insistence, Gu Mingnan's encouragement, and Gu Sanmei's persuasion, Gu Simei finally relented and made fried snacks.

On New Year's Eve, she specially wiped the iron pot clean so that no water was left. After drying it, she poured half a pot of vegetable oil into it.

Fried meatballs, fried lotus root, fried eggplant boxes, fried spring rolls, fried twists, and the last bit of oil that was left was used by Gu Simei carefully to fry the fish fillets.

The aroma of frying wafts far away, and the smell of meat is so tempting.

Fortunately, it was New Year's Eve, and every household was willing to put down the oil pan and eat pork, but not many people paid attention to the rich aroma.

Stacks of fried food filled the plate, and even Gu Mingdong felt that his taste buds were widening.

Gu Mingnan couldn't help but stretched out his hand, pinched a croquette and stuffed it into his mouth, screaming that it was hot and delicious.

Gu Sanmei glared at him, but took three meatballs and distributed them to the children. Gu Liangxing looked like Gu Mingnan's biological son, and his eating posture was exactly the same.

Gu Liangchen was patient and put the meatballs in a bowl to eat while they were cold.

Gu Yun looked at the croquettes with some trepidation, swallowing but did not make a move.

Gu Mingdong knew her little thoughts, reached out and touched her head, and said: "Eat, dad will give it to you after you finish."

Gu Yun looked up at him and understood immediately when she saw him making a gesture, and then started to eat with small mouthfuls.

After Gu Liangxing finished eating, he looked at the rest eagerly: "Third aunt, can I have another piece?"

Gu Sanmei refused coldly, and swatted away the hand that Gu Laoer secretly extended: "No, if you eat any more, you will be full. We will have the New Year's Eve dinner later."