Chapter 672 New Year

She pointed to the small pendant hanging on the door frame and said, "Look, I also chose this little lantern. It looks so beautiful when it's lit at night!"

After the Spring Festival couplets were posted on both the upper and lower houses, Aunt Wang had already kneaded the dough in the kitchen, and there were several chopped fillings on the chopping board.

Fu Shifan washed his hands and stood on tiptoe to watch Aunt Wang roll out the dumpling wrappers.

"Are we having dumplings this morning?" she asked.

"Yes, there's Fanfan's favorite shrimp filling."

"Great, I want one too!"

Wen Liang gave the little girl a small apron and a piece of dough, letting her play with it herself.

"Auntie, look at what I made!" The little girl held up a crooked dumpling. It was flat, and the filling was overflowing from the edge. "Does it look like a small gold ingot?"

Wen Liang smiled and wiped the flour off her face: "Yes, wait until it's cooked and give it to your father."

Before Fu Shifan could say anything, Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at them, "Whoever makes it gets to eat it."

Fu Shifan glared at him, "Dad, are you disgusted with the dumplings I made?"

"Look, this dumpling looks like a small ingot, which means prosperity in the coming year. How can you dislike it?" Wen Liang said with a teasing smile.

"That's right!" The little girl nodded repeatedly, "Dad, if you eat it, you can make a lot of money next year. You should thank me."

“…”

Several people worked together and quickly made several plates of dumplings. Aunt Wang took the dumplings out of the pot first, and they continued to make dumplings.

Plates of dumplings were taken out of the pot and placed on the table. Aunt Wang also prepared different dipping sauces.

Fu Shifan took a look and considerately put the few small gold ingots she had wrapped onto the plate in front of Fu Zheng.

News was being broadcast on a TV not far away.

Wen Liang sighed when he heard the host reporting the news of the Huo family's forced demolition and reporters interviewing the owner of the property who was beaten.

Fu Zheng looked up at her, "What?"

"I called Mason yesterday, and he said that Dongcheng brother is very busy. He only stayed at his place for a while these days and then left. Now that this has happened, I'm afraid he will be busy for a while."

This scandal broke out during the Spring Festival, and the popularity was unprecedentedly high. Even when people were making dumplings during the Spring Festival Gala, not many people complained about it.

Fu Zheng lowered his eyes and said calmly, "If anyone is to blame, it's Huo Dongcheng's fault for not being strict with his subordinates and not managing them carefully."

Wen Liang put down his chopsticks and looked at the TV screen thoughtfully.

In the video, the beaten owner was tearfully accusing Huo Real Estate of violence, with bruises clearly visible on his face.

"It looks quite pitiful, but I don't think this matter has much to do with Brother Dongcheng. Real estate is just a branch of the Huo family. No matter how much Brother Dongcheng emphasizes company rules and regulations, there are too many employees, and there will always be some who violate the rules."

This is inevitable.

It depends on how Huo's company handles the employee who beat others and gives an explanation to the owner. If it is handled well, there is still hope of restoring its reputation.

Fu Zheng picked up a dumpling and dipped it in vinegar. "People always change. The Huo family has expanded too quickly in recent years, so it's inevitable that there will be mistakes."

He paused and gave Wen Liang a meaningful look, "Besides, some people say one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes."

Wen Liang heard that he had something to say and was about to ask, but Fu Shifan suddenly interrupted: "Dad, are you talking about Uncle Huo?"

Fu Zheng rubbed his daughter's head and said, "Don't worry about these things, kid."

"I'm not a child!" Fu Shifan pouted.

Fu Shifan interrupted the conversation and the topic was over.

In the afternoon, Fu Zheng and Wen Liang took Fu Shifan to the old house.

As usual, they all had their New Year's Eve dinner at the old house.

Fu Shifan hadn't seen Fu Rui for a while, and the two kids got together as soon as they met.

Fu Zheng and Wen Liang were talking to the old lady's second uncle and aunt.

Fu Heng from Fu Sheng's family was too young to be brought over.

When mentioning this, Second Aunt couldn't help but sigh.

She already knew that Xie Mu was Fu Heng's biological mother.

Second Aunt used to like the little girl Xie Mu very much. Everything had to be compared. When compared with her ex-daughter-in-law Xie Min, Second Aunt liked Xie Mu even more.

But Xie Mu looked down on her son.

After such a long time, she only visited Fu Heng once. Second Aunt wanted to invite her to dinner, but was rejected.

Fu Sheng was not at all anxious about this matter.

Second Aunt, however, plans to find a matchmaker to introduce other suitable candidates to Fu Sheng.

The table was filled with New Year’s Eve dinner, which included Fu Shifan’s favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and squirrel mandarin fish.

The whole family chatted and ate while the Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV in front of them.

The little girl had no interest in listening to the adults chatting, and was watching TV seriously. "Auntie, this skit is not funny at all."

"……really."

"Why are we suddenly making dumplings together? Is that the end?"

"Come, eat fish." Wen Liang placed the fish meat with the bones removed on the plate in front of her.

As they ate, Fu Shifan suddenly thought of something and said, "Aunt, let's go to Jinding for New Year's Eve! I heard there's a countdown event!"

"Where did you hear that?"

"My classmate said she went there yesterday and it was decorated beautifully. There were lots of balloons on the roof of the mall. I heard that at midnight, those balloons would fall down."

Wen Liang hesitated for a moment and whispered to her, "But we have to stay at the old house with your great-grandmother tonight."

"We can come back after we're done playing. You don't have to go to work tomorrow, so you can stay with grandma tomorrow, okay?" The little girl blinked her big watery eyes and looked at Wen Liang innocently.

Wen Liang thought for a moment and said, "Then go tell your father."

As she spoke, she looked up and met Fu Zheng's gaze.

"What are you two whispering about together?" he asked.

Wen Liang winked at Fu Shifan.

Fu Shifan chuckled, "Dad, I want to go to Jinding to celebrate the New Year."

Fu Zheng: "..."

In short, under the little girl's coquettishness, Fu Zheng agreed to her.

The mall was bustling with people and laughter was everywhere.

Fu Shifan held Fu Zheng in one hand and Wen Liang in the other, and walked through the crowd.

When the countdown began, they stood in the mall lobby, surrounded by crowded crowds and cheers.

Even Wen Liang couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the lively atmosphere around him.

Fu Zheng picked up Fu Shifan with one hand and held Wen Liang with the other.

"...Five, four, three, two, one! Happy New Year!"

Streamers and balloons fell from the sky. Fu Shifan reached out to grab them, but the balloons were slippery and floated away before her little hands could grab them. She only caught the streamers.

Fu Zheng reached out, grabbed the balloon, and handed it to Fu Shifan.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Fu Zheng also put Fu Shifan down.

There were a few balloons rolling on the ground that no one wanted, and the little girl couldn't help but walk over to pick them up.

Wen Liang was about to follow when suddenly, an arm was placed across her waist.

"Happy New Year, Liang."

Fu Zheng's voice sounded in her ears, and his warm breath brushed her earlobe.

Wen Liang turned around and met his deep eyes.