In fact, I look forward to the Spring Festival as much as the children, but I don't count with my fingers like them. There are only a few days before the first day of the first month. I can have a long holiday during the Chinese New Year and have enough time to spend with my mother. I can eat mustard steamed by my mother at every meal, which I never eat outside. I'm not afraid that my meat will grow day and night in those days. Whenever we frequently use chopsticks to hold steaming and delicious mustard meat, I can see the happiness and satisfaction on my mother's face from the arc drawn by chopsticks.

Mom panicked. Every year from the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, she is busy scrubbing all the utensils that can hold food without touching the ground in the biting cold yard. When she saw us, she smiled and took off her wool hat to show us the sweat on her head. On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, she started to steam steamed bread and steamed jujube hill bean curd. We complained bitterly that she was asking for trouble. Just order some steamed buns in the street. What does she say the steamed bread tastes like?

On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, no matter how busy we are, our sisters will take time to go home. On that day, we will make meatballs and hemp leaves. Although I have been out of the countryside for a long time, my mother still keeps the habit of staying in her hometown and likes to fry new year's goods in boiled meat. For this reason, she always starts collecting branches and branches in summer and waits for fires during the New Year. Stir-fry all kinds of new year's goods. Only she can master the cooking temperature of clay pots.