Unsuccessful

Once the birthday of Tuo Jingluo, the ninth wind of the twelfth lunar month, is over, the next is the New Year's Spring Festival of the Xia Dynasty.

The Spring Festival is not a day, but lasts from the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. There are so many things to do during this period.However, for the two minors in the Mu Palace, all that was left was to eat and eat.

The 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the early morning of the new year.There was another snowfall a few days ago, and now it has almost melted, leaving only a little snow trace on the eaves. The weather is still very cold, but this can't stop Mu Wangfu from offering sacrifices to the kitchen officer.

A burst of "crackling" passed, successfully pulling the young prince Jin who had traveled to the heavens with Duke Zhou three times back to the human world, Fengtuo turned over several times in agitation, and found that the footsteps walking back and forth outside the door seemed to be stepping on his ears As if, he sat up and yelled outside the door, "Wu Ti!!!"

"Come here! Come here..." Wuti, the servant waiting outside the door, was startled by Zhenshan's shout, and quickly opened the door to enter.

"Master, are you awake?" Wu Ti knew that this young prince would not beat and scold servants casually, but the premise was that he was not woken up.

"Wu Ti," Feng Tuo hugged his head, and asked calmly, "It's New Year's Eve again, isn't it?"

I don't know why, Wu Ti seemed to see some real despair from his little prince, and couldn't bear to say, "Little prince, think about it, you can eat a lot of delicious food during the Chinese New Year!"

"This king has always eaten whatever he wanted, and I don't like the little things for Chinese New Year..."

"..." You are a big boss, you are a local tyrant, we people can't match, can't match.

"A Tuo, are you staying in bed again?" Jing Luo dressed neatly, pushed the door open, and saw Feng Tuo holding the quilt with a distressed look on his face, so he knew that Feng Tuo's "Chinese New Year Syndrome" had happened again.

"A Luo, you're here." Feng Tuo was depressed, "What are you doing outside?"

"Today's Xiaonian, the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, worship the Kitchen God." Jing Luo took the clothes from Wu Ti and was about to put them on for Feng Tuo, but Feng Tuo slipped into the bed again, covered his head and couldn't get out.

"I don't care if he is the Kitchen God or not, I want to sleep!" Feng Tuo's sly voice passed through a layer of quilt, muffled.

"Oh, my little ancestor, you can't talk nonsense." Wu Ti was listening beside him, and hurriedly stopped him.

Jing Luo smiled, sat down beside Fengtuo's bed, and patted him on the back, "The Kitchen God is the god who manages the fire and eats. Today he ascended to heaven, um, he wants to eat sugar melon!"

Being bored in the quilt was not comfortable, Feng Tuo squirmed and revealed his fluffy head, and asked in a low voice, "What is Tanggua?"

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"Tanggua is a kind of folk candy. There are many air bubbles in the middle. Because it is cold outside, this kind of candy will become crispy, but it will be sticky in the mouth. Many people like to eat it. Presumably, we Have you ever eaten the delicate and expensive little prince?"

"No." This successfully attracted the attention of the young prince Jin, after all, sweets definitely surpassed Wu Ti in the heart of the young prince Jin.

Wu Ti: "???"

"Why don't you get up? I've prepared Tanggua for you. Get up and have breakfast. Go and try it?"

"it is good!"

Ever since they gave each other presents on their birthdays, Feng Tuo felt that Jing Luo treated him better than before, and Feng Tuo was willing to stay with Jing Luo, of course he would agree.

Feng Tuo, who had eaten breakfast in a hurry, hurried to Jing Luo's room, and didn't let go of the plate of candied melons.

"Hey, wait and eat." Jing Luo pressed Fengtuo's hand holding Tanggua, "You can only eat after listening to my words!"

"What are you talking about? Ah Luo, hurry up and say it!" Feng Tuo managed to take his eyes away from the sugar melon, after all, the sugar melon was covered with shredded sugar, and it was sprinkled with a layer of fried sesame seeds. Just putting it in front of you gives off a charming smell.

"A Tuo, you are still young now, so don't worry about these things, but in the future you will...get a family and start a business, you need to know all of this." Jing Luo said, with a smile on his face, rubbed Feng Tuo's head, and sat down. Next to Fengtuo, "This candied melon is supposed to be painted on the mouth of the Stove King statue."

"Why?" Feng Tuo was puzzled, "Does the Stove Lord also like sweets?"

"Of course not, it's for him to say good things to heaven, so that my family can have a good meal in the coming year."

"Oh, so that's it, can I eat then?"

Jing Luo watched Feng Tuo's little hand slowly and unswervingly move towards the plate of candied melons in the middle of the table.

Feng Tuo was taken aback when Jing Luo grabbed it, and looked at Jing Luo with eyes full of grievances, "I haven't finished yet!"

"Oh, then can I eat and listen?"

Jing Luo squeezed Feng Tuo's hand, and rarely looked relaxed, as if she had some uncontrollable joy oozing from her heart. "Okay, you can eat a piece! Little glutton."

"Well, hehe!" Feng Tuo pinched a piece of sugar melon with his free hand, and gnawed it carefully, like a small animal that had only got his favorite food, and his eyes were crooked when he ate it.Unconsciously, he tightened the hand holding Jing Luo a little more, thinking that this Tanggua is really sweet, haha!

"On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, people will take off the smoky and black Stove King statue, then smear melted sugar melon on his mouth, and then burn the Stove King statue to send the Stove King to heaven. On New Year's Eve, all the gods return to their positions and bring back auspiciousness. During this period, because the Stove Lord is not in charge, the folks may overeat... Are you listening?" Jing Luo couldn't help helping his forehead, and looked helplessly at Sai Fengtuo with a mouthful of Tanggua.

"Hmm, there's such a thing as Zai Ting! Overeating!" She danced and danced, not at all the demeanor of a generation of princes from the Xia Dynasty.

"What are you doing? I haven't eaten any delicacies from mountains and seas, but it's just a candied melon. I'll eat it for you!" Jing Luo scratched Fengtuo's little nose, and couldn't let it go.

"Let go, let go! Because this is what Ah Luo took me to eat!" Feng Tuo frowned, Jing Luo was startled, and let go of Feng Tuo's little nose.

"Really?" Jing Luo couldn't hold back the corner of his mouth, looked at the back of Feng Tuo who ran away holding the plate, and smiled, but somehow felt that the end of the smile was bitter, as if he had already Like the ending.

I don't know if I am willing to stop, and if I am willing to use one to make you worry-free forever?

The author has something to say:

Little fool: Tanggua is really delicious, and it has a brother called "Kanto Tang"!

Next, we will write and write from childhood, until the Spring Festival, and then to the Lantern Festival, la la la!