Spring comes to the desperate place

The Gu family had just sent over New Year gifts two days ago, which included not only abalone, shark's fin, and bird's nest, but also extremely rare deer tendons. Song Chunlin had beef tendons and pig trotter tendons in his space, but no deer tendons. Song Chunlin immediately decided to abandon the beef tendons and use deer tendons instead.

The most important thing when making Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is patience, otherwise the initial soaking of various ingredients alone can drive people crazy.

Song Chunlin took out the largest dried abalone in the space. Looking at the abalone in front of him that was as big as his palm, Song Chunlin couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

The dried goods are already so big, what will happen if they swell up after soaking?

The sea cucumbers and abalone were soaked together. Song Chunlin changed the water diligently every day, and he still used the stream water in the space. Of course, the water used to soak the dried goods was not wasted, and it was all fed to the horse. Although no spiritual spring water was added, the stream water was still sweeter than the well water at home, and the horse drank it happily.

After working for seven days, Song Chunlin finally soaked all the ingredients needed for the dish. Others thought that it was ready, but Song Chunlin took out the slaughtered chickens and ducks, whole ribs, and a pair of large pig's trotters.

Song Qin's eyes widened: "My dear, you took so much food, how can you finish it?"

Song Chunlin wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Mom, this is not for eating, this is for making soup."

At first, Song Qin didn't quite understand what he meant by "hanging soup" until he threw all the ingredients into a large earthenware pot and simmered it on the stove over low heat.

"You know what, the soup made from so many good ingredients is so delicious." Song Dazhuang shrugged his nose, sniffing the aroma of broth in the air, and felt hungry again.

Song Dazhuang touched his stomach and asked his son when dinner would be served. Song Chunlin waved his hands and said it was not time for dinner yet.

So under the watchful eyes of everyone in the Song family, they watched him filter out the soup, serve out the meat, and keep the soup. Even Aunt Song, who had been cooking for more than ten years, had no idea what he was doing.

Song Chunlin took out two large casseroles from the space, put the prepared ingredients into the casseroles one by one, poured in the filtered soup, and finally poured in Huadiao wine, sealed the mouth with lotus leaves, put them on the stove and started stewing.

A pot of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall needs to be stewed for at least two hours. Song Chunlin stewed it after lunch, and it was not until Song Qin came in to cook that the two pots of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall were considered ready.

Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, so Song Chunlin put away the prepared Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and waited to eat it tomorrow.

The house has to be cleaned on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month. The locals will worship their ancestors on this day. The Song family had just moved in and had just cleaned the house. The ancestral tomb was not here, so the Song family seemed to have a lot of free time on this day. They went to bed early after dinner.

On New Year's Eve, the Song family got up early in the morning, and Grandpa Song swept the house inside and out. The already clean floor was swept clean in no time.

Song Dazhuang supported Song Chunsheng to paste couplets for the house. These were picked out by Song Chunlin from the space. In addition to these, there were also some small lanterns. Song Chunlin was responsible for holding the pile of small lanterns and hanging them on the potted plants that he had plucked bare.

Song Xiaobao followed behind his brother, running here and looking there, holding in his hand the small windmill that Song Dazhuang bought at the market.

After decorating the house, Song Dazhuang drove the carriage to deliver the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall prepared by Song Chunlin and some New Year gifts to the Marquis' Mansion. Gu Fengyue had informed the doorman in advance. After delivering the things, Song Dazhuang did not stay but turned around and left. When he returned home, he was in time for the New Year's Eve dinner.

The big round table was filled with chicken, duck, fish and meat, all of which were prepared by Aunt Song and Qinshi Song, except for the pot of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in the middle.

After Song Dazhuang sat down, Song Qin pulled off the lotus leaf covering the casserole. Suddenly a strange fragrance wafted out, and the youngest, Song Xiaobao, was so greedy that he started drooling.

After drinking the first mouthful of soup, the Song family members' eyes lit up, and then they buried their heads in work. It didn't take long before they finished the whole bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, and then everyone started to work on the soup ingredients.

Song Qin sighed to Song Dazhuang: "The soup made from so many good things is delicious."

Song Dazhuang was so full of food that he didn't even want to raise his head. He replied to Grandpa Song perfunctorily, "Yeah, yeah, that's right."

Halfway through the New Year's Eve dinner, Grandpa Song suddenly remembered something. He motioned for everyone to put down their chopsticks, then raised his cup, which contained the Wuliangye liquor that Song Chunlin had given him as a gift.

"Everyone, we have all worked hard this year. At this time last year, we never thought we would have such a good day as today. Dazhuang, Chunsheng, you must remember that we can have what we have today, all thanks to Chunlin. If it weren't for Chunlin, you and I would have died in the deep mountains and old forests."

Song Dazhuang felt very sad when Grandpa Song said this. He touched his chest. Although the wound had scabbed over and could not be seen, he would never forget the feeling of the cold knife tip piercing his flesh.

As desperate as he was at that time, he felt as fortunate as he was now, yet also somewhat ashamed.

As a father, how could he be happy that his son was hurt?

"Chunlin, Dad wants to thank you. If you hadn't believed in us and given Dad the immortal's medicine, I would have been dead long ago. Come, have a drink with Dad." As he said that, he drank the wine in the glass.

Song Chunlin took a sip of the coconut water in the cup. He was still a child and didn't like drinking.

"Grandpa, little grandpa, dad, mom, and brother, they all say that those who survive a great disaster will have good fortune in the future. Our good days are still to come."

"That's right, his father was really drunk. Our family has passed such a big difficulty. In the future, things will get better and better, and our lives will become more and more prosperous."

"You're right. Our family has worked together and the hard times are over. In the future, everything will be sweet."

Song Chunlin was infected by the atmosphere and also raised his cup and said something in English: "Chelsea~"

Song Chunsheng was full of doubts about his life: "What? Chunlin, what did you say? I don't understand."

"Hey, that means cheers, come on, brother, let's have a toast!"

"Oh oh oh, cheers." Song Chunsheng quickly raised his glass to greet him.

"Cheers!" Seeing that everyone was toasting, Song Xiaobao wanted to toast too. However, he found that he only had a small wooden bowl and no cup, so he anxiously pulled Song Qin's clothes and started howling.

Song Qin was so annoyed that she had no choice but to get up and find him a cup, and poured some warm water into the cup. The kid was satisfied and grinned. Song Chunsheng and Song Chunlin clinked glasses with him one by one. Song Xiaobao was happy and clinked glasses with his brothers one by one, shouting "Cheers" every time he clinked glasses. His innocent and cute appearance made the adults laugh.