The Chinese New Year is in two days, and Jiang Zhining and Song Yuzhou are preparing to return to the Shen family to celebrate the New Year.

Because this was the first year after Jiang Zhining and Song Yuzhou's marriage, Song Yuzhou specially used the vacation time that he had not taken in the previous years for this time.

So he could rest for a full half month.

Since they were going to the Shen family tomorrow, Song Yuzhou and Jiang Zhining specially bought a lot of New Year's goods and finally gave them to Lin Chunmei and his wife.

When the two returned home, they saw Shen Anan standing at their door.

"Jiang Zhining." Shen Anan looked at her with a smile.

Seeing her smile, Shen Anan subconsciously stepped back: She smiles like a fox, there is something fishy.

"Don't laugh, your wrinkles will appear."

Shen Anan's face froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he resisted the urge to curse.

"Jiang Zhining, I'm here to tell you that my parents want to invite you to our home for the New Year." Shen Anan said with a smile.

"No." Jiang Zhining refused without thinking.

Seeing her refusal, Shen Anan tried to persuade her earnestly: "I know you are dissatisfied with your parents, but they are the parents who raised you for twenty years after all. They know about Captain Song's situation and think that it would be too lonely without your family during the New Year, so they want you to go home for the New Year."

Shen Anan thought to herself that she had to pretend to be friendly so that she could trick Jiang Zhining into her home. This way, she would have a chance to make her move.

She believed that Jiang Zhining would not really refuse such a good thing.

"I have nothing to do with your family, so don't try to harass me." Jiang Zhining said bluntly, "Besides, we're not alone during the New Year. We have parents, brothers and sisters, and it's very lively."

Shen Anan was stunned for two seconds: "Are you talking about those poor ghosts in the Shen family?"

Jiang Zhining frowned slightly and said coldly, "Don't look down on them. Who knows, they might be richer than you in the future."

Shen Anan was contemptuous in her heart. She looked down on those incompetent people in the Shen family from the bottom of her heart.

"Jiang Zhining..."

Too lazy to listen to her nonsense, Jiang Zhining went straight into the house.

Thinking that this was a good opportunity to implement the plan, Shen Anan didn't want to let it go, so she followed him into the house: "Jiang Zhining, my parents are sincere..."

Jiang Zhining put down the bag in her hand and turned to look at her: "You refuse to leave? Fine. Yuzhou, close the door, I'm going to beat the dog."

As she spoke, Jiang Zhining rolled up her sleeves and prepared to beat someone up.

Seeing this, Shen Anan was startled and quickly took a few steps back: “What are you doing.”

"Beat you." Jiang Zhining swung her fist directly towards Shen Anan's forehead.

Shen Anan dodged quickly and stumbled out: “The dog bites Lu Dongbin, who doesn’t know the good heart.”

Seeing her running away like that, Jiang Zhining shook her head: "It seems like she can't take a beating."

He turned around and walked towards the house happily.

In the evening, Song Yuzhou packed up and prepared to leave for Xinli Village the next morning, while Jiang Zhining was busy in the kitchen.

Xixi lay on the stove and asked curiously, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I'm making pancakes to eat on the road tomorrow." Jiang Zhining answered truthfully.

"Pancakes?" Xixi observed curiously.

Jiang Zhining poured the flour into a large bowl, slowly added warm water, and stirred with chopsticks until the flour was completely moistened.

Then, knead the moistened flour into a smooth dough and cover with a damp cloth.

"Mom, is this all right?"

"Silly, of course not. Now we have to leave it for thirty minutes before we can proceed to the next step."

When the time is up, Jiang Zhining divides the dough into several small doughs, rolls each small dough into a thin slice, then brushes a layer of cooking oil on it and sprinkles some salt on it.

Roll up the sheet from one end, then roll it into a spiral shape, and then roll the spiral dough into a pancake shape.

Seeing that the quantity was almost there, Jiang Zhining poured an appropriate amount of cooking oil into the pan and heated it to medium heat. She placed the pancakes in the pan and fried them until both sides were golden brown.

"Xixi, can I have a taste?" Xixi's eyes lit up.

"Of course." Jiang Zhining said, picking up a pancake and putting it on a small plate.

Xixi ate the pancake with stars twinkling in her eyes: "Delicious, delicious, so crispy."

Jiang Zhining caressed her head lovingly: "As long as you like it. I'll make some more cakes so you won't be hungry on the way."

Xinli Village is quite remote and there is not much to eat along the way.

Prepare enough food so they won't go hungry.

Xixi nodded and ran away happily with the plate in her arms.

Just as Jiang Zhining was making pastries, Song Chen walked into the kitchen and stood behind her.

Jiang Zhining turned around and was startled: "Oh my god, Song Chen, you are going to scare me to death."

Patting the chest to soothe the little heart.

"I'm sorry." Song Chen apologized.

Looking at his expression, Jiang Zhining asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Song Chen nodded, was silent for a few seconds, and said, "You and Dad go back to your home, I will stay at home with Xixi and Xiaoye."

Huh? Jiang Zhining looked at him puzzledly: "Why, don't you want to go?"

Song Chen shook his head: "I don't want to drag you down."

Hearing this reason, Jiang Zhining was stunned: "Are you worried that others will gossip about me?"

Jiang Zhining is a young and beautiful girl, but she married a man with three children.

That's the countryside, where it's easier to be gossiped about and talked about behind your back.

Song Chen did not deny it.

He knew very well how talkative and gossipy those people in the countryside were.

Looking at his expression, Jiang Zhining smiled knowingly: "Am I, Jiang Zhining, the kind of person who is afraid of things? We have our mouths on our bodies. If someone dares to say it to our faces, won't we fight back?"

Song Chen looked at her in surprise.

"With my unyielding personality, it's still unclear who will win or lose." Jiang Zhining raised her head proudly, "If they're talking behind my back, I didn't hear anything. It doesn't hurt, so why should I mind?"

Those little bastards who were called parentless from childhood have all come this far.

Jiang Zhining’s ability to withstand pressure is still pretty good now.

Song Chen's heart was filled with ripples.

"Your parents may not welcome us, and I don't want to put you in a difficult position. Let's continue to stay at home. I can take good care of them, don't worry." Song Chen insisted.

Jiang Zhining likes Song Chen's understanding more and more, and feels more and more distressed about his calmness.

He thought about his family and ignored the fact that he was also a child who needed to be taken care of.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Jiang Zhining said with a smile, "Don't worry about that. They are very honest and simple people. They will welcome you."

"but……"

"Song Chen, are you going to be obedient?" Jiang Zhining frowned and said seriously.

Seeing her look, Song Chen lowered his head obediently: "Got it, I'll go clean it up."

Jiang Zhining rubbed his hair with satisfaction: "Go quickly."

Seeing her actions, Song Chen's face turned red and he turned away embarrassedly.

Jiang Zhining looked at his back and felt a little touched.