In his previous life, Yang Yi didn't know the importance of the Winter Solstice to the Chinese people. Many people living in the city didn't know about this festival and only treated it as a solar term.
But in fact, this festival had a long history. It wasn't as simple as a solar term. During the Zhou and Qin Dynasties, the Winter Solstice was still the "Spring Festival." Important activities such as ancestral worship or family gatherings were often held on the Winter Solstice. Even after the Winter Solstice and the first lunar month were separated, people still celebrated the Winter Solstice as a small New Year!
During the Tang and Song Dynasties, or similar dynasties in this world, this festival was also a day of worship to the heavens and ancestors. For the emperor, it was a day of worship to the heavens and ancestors. For ordinary people, it was a day of worship to their parents and elders …
Not to mention the similar history of the two worlds, Yang Chonggui and Dong Yuee attached great importance to this festival.
Early in the morning, Dong Yuee brought Zheng Shuyi and Yang Yi and asked Yang Yi to lead the way and send her to the market to buy various ingredients, including flour, glutinous rice flour, and sticky rice flour for making noodles, pumpkin pies, and dumplings.
According to the customs of Yang Yi's hometown, the Winter Solstice was to eat noodles and pumpkin pies. But Murphy said she wanted to eat dumplings, so this small wish naturally had to be fulfilled.
Yang Yi also asked Yang Chonggui to prepare incense and candles early in the morning and wait for them to come back from shopping. At around ten o 'clock in the morning, the three men went south to worship their ancestors. Yang Chonggui even muttered that he wanted to tell the ancestors about Yang Yi's birth and name, hoping that the ancestors would bless the child to grow up healthily and happily.
It was a little superstitious, but the meaning was good, wasn't it?
The busiest time was near noon. Everyone sat around the dining table in the dining room, making pumpkin pies and making dumplings together.
In order to let Xi Xi experience the atmosphere of a traditional Chinese festival, Yang Yi even asked for leave for her. So, when everyone gathered around the dining table, the little girl also came over curiously. Her big eyes looked at her father for a while, then looked at her grandmother for a while.
"Xi Xi, where's Mommy? Why aren't you with Mommy? Isn't it boring for mom to be alone? "Yang Yi asked Xixi with a smile.
The little girl was watching her grandmother crush the steamed pumpkin into pumpkin puree with a spoon. She answered her father absent-mindedly, "Mom, where's Mom?"
"MaMa is here!" Mo Fei walked out of the living room with Little Momo in her arms and a smile on her face.
At this moment, Xi Xi came to her senses. Inexplicably, she felt that it was interesting. She giggled and pointed to her mother. "Yes, Mom is here!"
"Why are you here? It's a mess here. " Yang Yi was worried that Murphy would feel uncomfortable after standing for a long time, so he quickly wiped off the flour on his hands and moved a chair for her. He also brought a warm cushion from the living room for her to sit on.
"You also said that I was bored, so I came here to sit with everyone. Although I can't help much, Mommy and I can show our support for you." Murphy sat down with a smile. She gently held Tong Tong's soft hands and said in a fake whisper, "Come on, come on!"
Dong Yuee saw this scene and smiled so widely that her eyes narrowed into slits. If Tong Tong knew how to say it himself, Grandma might be happier.
Of course, Tong Tong still didn't know how to say "Liuliu" … cough, baby. So, he could only respond to some of his mother's sounds. For example, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Nobody knew if it meant that he was happy.
Zheng Shuyi looked at the interaction between mother and son enviously. She was probably thinking that she and Yang Qing would have a baby soon!
But she wasn't pregnant yet!
The adults talked and laughed, but Xi Xi was more concerned about what they were doing. After walking around, the little girl finally returned to her father's side and watched him knead the dough.
"Do you want to knead the dough with Daddy? When the time comes, we'll eat dumplings made with this dough, "Yang Yi said softly when he saw that she was very interested.
"Okay!" Xi Xi nodded happily and answered crisply.
The dough was almost done with Yang Yi's kneading. It was no longer sticky and soft like before. Instead, it was very smooth. Xi Xi pressed her little finger on it and felt cool and soft.
In order to let the little girl reach it, Yang Yi made her stand on a small chair. Xi Xi turned her head and looked up slightly. She said to her father in amazement, "It's like plasticine."
Yang Yi smiled and said, "There's still a little difference. The plasticine is softer and this dough is harder. Come, you and Daddy do this. Use your palms to press it."
Yang Yi taught her how to knead the dough. Of course, with the little girl's current strength, she still couldn't handle such a large piece of dough. Xi Xi used all her strength and could only press the dough down a little. However, she left her palm print on it.
Xi Xi didn't feel particularly frustrated. Instead, she was overjoyed as if she had discovered a new continent. She pointed at her palm print and said to her father, "Papa, look."
"Not bad, continue!" Yang Yi encouraged the little girl. He took over and finished kneading the dough. Then, he put down the dough and continued to let Xi Xi play.
After a while, the little girl who was never tired of playing didn't even know when her face was stained with flour.
Of course, the little girl's face was stained with flour as if it was a blood-stained style. It also announced that she was working hard to help and didn't slack off.
"Mommy, look at sister. She's so awesome!" Murphy saw it and happily picked up Tong Tong. She supported his butt with one hand and held his body with the other hand and said.
Of course, Mommy didn't understand anything and probably couldn't see her sister who was so far away. She still looked confused.
However, Xi Xi reacted positively. She turned around excitedly, grabbed her father's clothes, and waved to Mommy. "Brother, do you want to help too?"
Yang Yi looked down at his clothes, which were stained with flour by Xi Xi's little hands. He felt a little helpless.
However, Murphy and Xi Xi were very happy. Murphy imitated the tone of a child and said in a fake voice, "I'm sorry, sister. I'm still very young and can't help."
"Hee hee!" Not only Xi Xi, but also the adults were amused.
"Wait a minute. I'll get a camera and take some pictures," Yang Yi couldn't help but say.
He hurriedly ran to the study and took a camera and a tripod. He first took a few photos of Xixi kneading the dough, as well as a smiling face of the little girl with flour on her face.
Then, Yang Yi set up the tripod, arranged the position, chose the angle, set the camera, and set the delay time. He said, "Let's take a picture together!"
With the click of the camera, the whole family sat together with smiles on their faces and prepared the food for the Winter Solstice together. Murphy and Tong Tong were also in the picture. However, in the last picture, Tong Tong was frightened by everyone's shouting "eggplant" and opened his mouth to cry.
These pictures were quite interesting and heartwarming.
However, after the picture was taken, they suddenly remembered.
There was also Yang Huan!
"When will Huanhuan come back?" Zheng Shuyi asked with a smile.
Before her voice died away, Yang Yi's phone rang. It was Yang Huan.
"Brother, I'm at the door. Call the security guard and ask him to let me in," Yang Huan said, not knowing what was going on.
"Huanhuan, come quickly. We're all waiting for you!" Zheng Shuyi smiled and shouted at Yang Huan from a few meters away.
"Little Auntie, hurry up and come!" Xixi also giggled and shouted along with her aunt.
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