Zhou Yiyang and the other three girls all burped. It was obvious that they were all fed with the dog food from Tang Yue's parents.

But they have been together since junior high school, it is indeed a fairy tale love.

"Uncle and aunt, you are so romantic!" Wang Xingrui was fascinated by what she heard. Isn't this the plot of the novels she read?

In the end, the male and female protagonists are together and have a daughter who becomes a big star. They are truly winners in life.

"Wang Xingrui, you can do it too." Father Tang gave her a thumbs up: "You are so cute and sing so beautifully. Uncle believes that you will definitely find a good home!"

With Tang Yue and Tang's father making jokes, the hot pot meal was quite enjoyable. By the end, Zhou Yiyang almost forgot what he had eaten, but he just remembered that he couldn't stop laughing the whole time.

At the end of the meal, Mr. Tang suddenly became sad.

"But, my daughter has become a big star, and she comes home less and less. If I didn't know she likes this job, I would rather she stay at home with us every day."

"You're drunk!" Tang Yue quickly threw his wine glass aside and poured her father a glass of orange juice. "I'm staying home, not going to work!"

"Yeah, your dad has a little money anyway, so he can support you for the rest of your life! But now it's no longer possible. You're a big star, and those clothes and bags you show off on your Moments are too expensive!"

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. I'll support you from now on!" Tang Yue was touched but also helpless. She knew that her parents always said what they thought, which was actually different from most parents she knew.

Unlike most parents who are unwilling to express their love to their children, they really like to express it to Tang Yue.

This also makes their relationship very close, but sometimes awkward situations like the current one will occur.

Su Yin watched the fun and laughed non-stop. She thought Tang Yue's parents were really funny. No wonder Tang Yue was so funny too.

But a thought also flashed through her mind: if her father were still alive, would she be as cute as Dad Tang?

"Wife," Tang's father raised his hand excitedly. "Did you hear what my daughter said? She wants to support me! I should record this and play it for Old Chen and the others at the next party. They'll definitely envy me for having such a beautiful daughter!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Tang's mother snorted, "My daughter was clearly talking about us. The person she loves most is me!"

"Well," Tang Yue quickly dragged the two back to the bedroom to prevent their elementary school quarrel from being exposed: "Excuse me, everyone! I'll be back soon."

Zhou Yiyang laughed so hard that tears came out. He felt that this was the happiest day he had in recent times.

He really envied the personalities of Tang Yue's family. They lived a simple and pure life, so happy.

That night, Zhou Yiyang, who lived next door to Tang Yue's parents, also witnessed Tang's father's "good physical strength".

I guess this room is not very soundproof.

The next day, Mr. and Mrs. Tang got up early in the morning and started making dumplings for them.

Lin Xuan'er and Wang Xingrui wanted to help, but Tang Yue stopped them: "They are experienced, no need to help, just go and wash up."

Zhou Yiyang asked curiously, "I heard that the dumplings in your Northeast are different from those in our South. What's the difference?"

"Bigger, right? I feel like all the dishes in the south are about half the size of what we have here. The presentation is much prettier, but it's just not as affordable."

The final fact was the same as Tang Yue said. The dumplings here are bigger than those in Shencheng, and have more meat.

I don’t know if it was Zhou Yiyang’s illusion, but he felt that the taste was even better than that in the south.

He also tried a lot of strange flavors: such as fennel and Spanish mackerel, which he had never tasted in Shanghai.

Of course the latter seems to be a characteristic of Shadong.

After breakfast, Tang's mother took out a set of equipment for everyone and asked, "Do you want to build a snowman?"

Including Tang Yue, four girls raised their hands: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Zhou Yiyang also nodded. He had never made a snowman, including in his previous life, and had only seen it on TV.

Wearing special snow boots, thick scarves and gloves, everyone looks like a chubby dumpling.

Tang Yue walked behind, ready to take out her phone to take a picture of the scene and post it on Weibo. She had already thought of a trending name: #MoonlightGirlSnowballFight.

Who knew that as soon as she took out her cell phone, it turned off automatically.

Tang's father, standing by, clicked his tongue and said, "I told you to change your phone. This foreign brand can't withstand the cold! Come on, let Daddy take a picture for you!"

Tang Yue didn't want to discourage her father's enthusiasm: "Okay, then take better pictures."

She leaned close to her father's ear and whispered, "Take a good-looking picture of me. It doesn't matter if they are ugly!"

"My daughter looks good in any photo!" Tang's father said happily, and then waved to the other three girls: "Three little beauties, take a photo!"

The photo freezes at the moment when they are throwing snowballs at each other.

Zhou Yiyang went over to take a look at the finished film. Although it was a bit blurry and the lighting was not professional, it looked very real. He could feel the joyful atmosphere even through the photo.

"That's a good shot." Zhou Yiyang encouraged.

Tang's father believed it: "I know, I have a talent for photography! Mr. Zhou is also a director, right? I know your professional level. I can use you to brag in the future!"

Zhou Yiyang was about to speak when he was suddenly hit by a snowball.

He narrowed his eyes, checked on the four girls, and joined the battle.

Naturally, Tang's mother was not willing to be outdone. The only one who didn't fight was Tang's father.

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