The Koi Wife of the Prime Minister

Then, Shen Yan picked up the scissors and focused on the art of paper cutting. She folded the red paper in half, then folded it in half again, and then carefully cut out patterns of various shapes. Her technique was skillful, and each cut was precise and smooth, as if a suspended brush was dancing on the paper.

She cut out all kinds of patterns, including auspicious and festive flowers, lively bamboo leaves and plum blossoms, and cute animals and characters. Each pattern was designed by her with her best wishes for her family and her expectations for the New Year.

Shen Yan's technique is deft and skillful. Her fingers move gently, and the patterns she cuts have clear lines and are well-arranged, presenting a unique sense of beauty. She keeps moving the scissors on the paper, as if she is telling a beautiful story, injecting the warmth and happiness of home into every window paper-cut.

After careful design and cutting, the paper-cuts gradually took on their complete form. Shen Yan carefully spread them out, placed them in her palms and observed them carefully, making sure every detail was perfect.

Finally, Shen Yan gently pasted the paper-cuts on the windows and fixed them with batter to make sure they were firmly stuck there.

She carefully adjusted the position of each window paper-cut so that they sparkled brilliantly under the lights, like vivid paintings, adding a strong festive atmosphere to the home.

After finishing pasting the last window paper-cut, Shen Yan stood aside, admiring her work.

Under the light, the window grilles sparkle with brilliant colors, exuding a strong festive atmosphere.

These window decorations are not only decorations, but also blessings to the family and good expectations for the New Year.

"That's great. I'll wait until New Year's Eve and then put up the rest." Thinking of this, Shen Yan began to clean up the yard. The yard was a bit messy from making pickled vegetables and bacon a few days ago, so she had to clean it up.

Shen Yan planned to clean the yard spotlessly and make the entire home look brand new to welcome the upcoming New Year.

She first picked up the broom and started sweeping from the door, clearing away the fallen leaves and dead branches in the yard one by one.

Each sweep of the broom was orderly and powerful. She kept bending down to pick up debris on the ground and put it into the trash can.

As the broom swept, the yard gradually became clean and tidy, and a fresh scent filled the air.

Shen Yan looked up at the sky. As the night deepened, the sky was already dotted with stars. A bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow that illuminated the entire yard.

Shen Yan fetched a bucket and a rag and began to clean the stone floor in the yard.

Shen Yan squatted down and wiped every stone slab with a wet rag, leaving no corner untouched.

Clean water poured down onto the ground, sweeping away the day's dust and revealing the original smoothness and beauty of the stone slabs.

With Shen Yan's careful care, the yard looks brand new, clean and tidy.

She stood up, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction. Seeing the quietness of her home, she felt genuine satisfaction and happiness.

After finishing cleaning the yard, Shen Yan picked up the remaining water in the bucket and gently watered the flowers and plants in the yard.

The bright flowers bloom fragrantly under the moonlight, as if offering good wishes for the coming New Year.

Shen Yan wiped her hands and looked at everything in the yard, feeling happy and satisfied.

She knew that this warm home would usher in a new year full of hope and happiness. In the past two days, Aunt Wang and her husband also returned to the host family, so Wang Jun and Wang Lin did not come to her place. Shen Yan still missed these two little guys.

As it got dark, Shen Yan began to prepare dinner for the two of them. After all, Song Yunfeng would not be back at noon, and Wang Jun and Wang Lin would not be home in the evening. Nanny Zhang had gone back to visit her relatives, and it was unknown when she would be back.

Shen Yan felt peaceful doing these things alone, and life like this was pretty good.

Thinking about the pickled vegetables she had made two days ago, Shen Yan decided to simply cook a bowl of noodles tonight, just pickled vegetable and sauerkraut noodles.

Shen Yan walked into the kitchen, scooped some clean water from the large vat, and poured it into the large iron pot.

She opened the cupboard and took out some fresh pickles, which she had carefully pickled a few days ago. They were bright in color and fragrant. She cut the pickles into thin strips with a knife, prepared the seasonings: soy sauce, onion, ginger, garlic, etc., and prepared to start cooking.

First, Shen Yan lit the firewood, added firewood to the fire hole, and when the pot was hot, poured in an appropriate amount of water.

She then added some salt to make the water slightly braised so that the noodles would taste better.

When the water boiled, Shen Yan gently put the pickled vegetable shreds into the pot, and bursts of fragrance wafted out.

She used a spatula to gently stir the pickles so that they were evenly distributed in the pot and blended with the boiling water.

Then, Shen Yan put a handful of noodles into the pot and gently pushed them with a spatula to allow the noodles to sink evenly into the water.

She stirred constantly to prevent the noodles from sticking together and to ensure they were cooked evenly.

When the noodles were 80% cooked, Shen Yan took the pot off the fire, scooped up the cooked noodles with a colander, and put them into the prepared bowl. She left the water in the pot, adjusted it slightly, and boiled it again.

At this time, Shen Yan took out the onion, ginger and garlic, chopped them into fine pieces, put them into boiling water, added an appropriate amount of soy sauce, and prepared a rich soup base.

She then pours the soup base into the prepared bowl over the cooked noodles.

Finally, Shen Yan spread the previously fried pickled vegetable shreds on the noodles and garnished them with some fresh green onions, adding a touch of color and fragrance.

She picked up the bowl, felt the boiling hot noodle soup and the fragrant smell, and her heart was filled with satisfaction and happiness.

Shen Yan sat at the dining table, slowly savoring the pickled vegetable and臊子面 she had made herself, feeling the warmth and flavor of every bite. It felt really good, and she also left a bowl for Song Yunfeng.

When Song Yunfeng came back, he was quite surprised to see that they were eating noodles tonight: "Madam, you are eating such a light meal? I brought you some candied haws."

Song Yunfeng knew that Shen Yan liked to eat sweet food, so when he passed by the market on his way back, he would often buy some desserts for her.

Shen Yan looked at the candied haws in Song Yunfeng's hand and grinned: "Husband, you are so nice."

At night, Zhao was sitting in the study, watching Mr. Shen writing. She turned around and went out. Recently, she had heard about Shen Yan making money by cutting paper.

There was a gloomy light in her eyes and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Shen Yan, you are really good at this. You can actually make a fortune through something as trivial as paper cutting."

Zhao grumbled coldly, her heart filled with jealousy and dissatisfaction.

She thought back to when she married into the Shen family, she thought she could live a happy life, but she didn't expect that Mr. Shen was useless and now he didn't even have a job, so he could only rely on her parents' support.

Zhao's eyes fell on a portrait on the table. It was Shen Yan.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and jealousy, thinking that Shen Yan had taken away the happiness that she was supposed to have.