Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 1052: Only He Was Missing

Chapter 1052: Chapter 1052: Only He Was Missing

After wrapping them up, An Hao brought several big bowls to the kitchen to cook, and the whole family gathered around the table to enjoy them.

After lunch, An Hao lay down on the warm kang and fell asleep.

In a daze, she dreamed that Qin Jian was moving through a dense forest, chasing a fugitive.

Just as he was about to catch him,

the fugitive suddenly turned around, pulled out a gun, and aimed it at Qin Jian’s head.

Bang——!

The gunshot rang out, and An Hao was so frightened that she sat up abruptly.

She woke up in a cold sweat.

Looking outside the window, the sky was covered with dense clouds, heavily obscuring any sunlight.

The streets were filled with loud bangs, and firecrackers were exploding non-stop.

An Hao sighed in relief, grateful it was just a dream!

She just hoped that Qin Jian would come back sooner! She prayed her dream would not turn into reality.

Please, please!

"Sister! Are you awake? It’s time to make the New Year’s Eve dinner!" An Ping called from outside the house.

An Hao checked the time, realizing it was indeed time to start preparing dinner.

New Year’s Eve dinner is the most important meal of the year, with every household busy making delicious food.

To reward the family for a year’s hard work.

An Hao got out of bed, washed her face, and came out.

An Ping came over: "Big sis! What are we having for our New Year’s Eve dinner? Do you need me to give you a hand?"

Mentioning cooking excited An Ping; his sister’s cooking skills were impeccable.

It’s New Year’s Day, a time to be joyful, and eating his sister’s delicious food always made him very happy.

"Let’s make hotpot!" Previously, the Shen Family slaughtered a sheep and gave her father An Shuchao two kilos of mutton.

An Hao had already thought it through to make a soup base, pluck some fresh vegetables from their garden, and have a steaming hotpot—what could be better!

"You know how to make hotpot?" An Ping was a bit skeptical, "We don’t even have the ingredients, can it be any good?"

Eating hotpot in winter is an excellent choice; dishes cool down within two minutes of being served, but hotpot is different.

It stays steaming hot, the more you eat, the more comforting it becomes.

He had once tried hotpot in the city, and the taste was unforgettable.

"Of course, I can. Isn’t it just throwing a bunch of vegetables and meat into a pot to boil? It’s simple," An Hao nonchalantly replied.

"Now, I’m not holding out much hope for your hotpot!" An Ping snorted and walked out.

Then, she busied herself alone in the kitchen, preparing the broth, mixing the sauces, slicing the meat, washing the vegetables, and moving everything to the north room when it was ready.

The stove in the room was blazing fiercely. They placed the pot over the fire and waited for the water to boil to cook the meat.

An Ping went outside to set off a string of firecrackers and returned covered in snow.

"Come on, sit down!" An Hao pushed a pair of chopsticks into his hand, "Wait to eat the meat!"

"Before we eat the meat, shouldn’t we have a drink?" An Ping raised his glass and said, "Here’s to our family business booming next year! To our dad being healthy! And may my sister become a mom soon!"

An Shuchao and An Hao both laughed: "Hope all your wishes come true."

The three glasses clinked together, and the air was filled with joyful laughter.

Putting down his cup, An Shuchao sighed, "It’s just a pity that Qin Jian hasn’t come back! Otherwise, our family would truly be reunited."

The smile faded from An Hao’s face, and even though her heart was big, this time it hurt.

It was New Year’s Eve and Qin Jian still hadn’t returned; she really didn’t know what was happening with him!

No phone calls, no telegrams, not even a letter.