I help my mother cook New Year’s Eve dinner
“The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.” Every New Year's Eve, every household has a New Year's Eve dinner. The New Year's Eve dinner is a reunion dinner and a festive meal. As the saying goes, hit one thousand, scold ten thousand, and have a meal on the thirtieth night.
The rice had to be eaten bite by bite, and the dishes had to be cooked one by one. On the morning of the thirties, my parents hurried to the supermarket and bought a lot of dishes, including lively fish and shrimp, domineering hairy crabs, and golden little crabs. There are pumpkins, big and lively roosters, green olives, and cold vegetables. Looking at these piles of vegetables, you know that the New Year's Eve dinner is sumptuous enough. I am a little artist at home, with a rich imagination, and I am good at arranging cold dishes. I put the same kind of cold dishes on a plate, and try to put them in novel shapes for each plate. I arranged the bamboo shoots in rows and named them "little bamboo rafts". Place the steamed small pumpkin in the center of the plate, cover it with the egg pancakes cut by mother, put coriander around it, and a sunflower will bloom. Put the fried small yellow croaker that my mother had fried on the lower right side of the plate, cut the dried tofu into thin strips, and arrange it like a dragon gate. Ha, the carp jumped into the dragon gate. Finally, I poured the sauce that my mother had prepared in advance and watched the dishes. , red-red, green-green, yellow-yellow, not only the colors are harmonious, but the shape is also beautiful, it’s really mouth-watering!
Eight-treasure rice is an indispensable dish in the New Year’s Eve dinner. I just put the semi-finished product bought from the supermarket directly into a bowl and steam it for half an hour. The steam is rising, symbolizing prosperity in the coming year. The smell of meat comes from the kitchen, wow! It’s my mother who is stewing my favorite chicken! When I opened the lid of the pot, I wanted to use chopsticks, but my mother said, "It's not possible now. The chicken has to be stewed slowly. I can cook it casually. It doesn't matter if it burns. But the New Year's Eve dinner is about the piety of the New Year." My heart! It’s best to burn it until it’s just right!” I had no choice but to swallow my saliva and wait for the sacred moment to arrive.
Listen, the sound of chopping boards coming from every house, the sound of firecrackers coming from the streets and alleys, mixed with talking and laughing everywhere, one after another, filling the ears, interweaving into the cheerful music of New Year's Eve. Ah, New Year’s Eve dinner is always sweet in everyone’s heart!