When I was a child, every year before the tenth day of the first lunar month, our family had a continuous winery. My dad loves to drink, and my mom makes a good dish, so friends and family like to come to my house and carry a bottle of canned food when they come

When I was a child, every year before the tenth day of the first lunar month, our family had a continuous winery. My dad loves to drink, and my mom makes a good dish, so friends and family like to come to my house and come with a bottle of canned food or a handful of noodles and eat and drink all day. At that time, there was no heating, there was a stove in the house, but there was no kitchen, and on a cold day, my mother could work in the kitchen for a day, and my sister and I naturally became waiters. Dad and his guests happily guessed boxing, drank, sang, drank tea, smoked, and ruined the drinks and fruits that Mom had prepared for us. My sister and I were in pain, and we had to run out and run in to provide them with good service, our hands and faces were cold red, our feet were cold and painful, and we were really angry. Dad's guests got drunk and often broke our family's things and vomited on our bed, which naturally became a reason for parents to quarrel.

Therefore, when I was a child, I was most afraid of the New Year, most afraid of my father drinking, and hating people who ate and drank at other people's homes until midnight.

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