The children in the yard were laughing for some unknown reason. Children's happiness is always simple, as if they have no worries.

Xu Qingzhi whispered four words: "Not necessary."

Huo Fengyan touched the back of her head, just like coaxing a child: "The company is short of people anyway."

How could Xu Qingzhi not know that it was because of her.

She had an unreasonable premonition: "I always feel that something will go wrong later."

Human nature is greedy. Once they get a little sweetness, they will want more and hold on to it.

"Well, arranging some basic positions will not affect the company."

It was the first day of the new year, and he was having New Year's Eve dinner at Grandpa Xu's house. He was just arranging a few unimportant posts, so there was no need for him to make the situation awkward.

The matter has come to an end, Xu Qingzhi sighed.

Wang Yanmei, who happened to come out to call for dinner, heard it and said, "Why are you sighing on New Year's Day? It's time to eat."

In the small courtyard, because there is no range hood in the kitchen, the aroma of any dish you cook will spread everywhere.

The overbearing aroma of pepper and meat, mixed with the cold air, wafts in, tempting everyone's taste buds.

Xu Qingzhi helped to serve the dishes.

Because there were too many people, we divided the table into two.

Each dish is fried a lot and then divided into two portions.

Neither table could accommodate everyone, so one table was for drinking, and the other was for the younger generation to sit. The adults ate standing up, and the children were not allowed to sit at the table. They just took their bowls and picked up the food to eat outside.

"This pork is delicious. I tasted it once before when I slaughtered the pig. It's still delicious now."

"This is the pig that Yanmei and her family raised themselves. It must be tastier than the ones sold outside."

"This chicken is delicious too, Grandpa. It's stewed until tender. You should try some." Xu Qinqin picked up the tender chicken and put it in his bowl.

The old man nodded with a smile, "Okay, you eat it yourself, I know."

The eldest aunt praised: "Qinqin is really filial."

"This cabbage is delicious, no wonder people are willing to spend 200 yuan per pound to buy it. If others were to buy this kind of vegetables, it would probably cost several thousand yuan."

"Delicious, the radish is so delicious."

"You made these pig blood balls yourself, right? They're really delicious. You can't get this flavor anywhere else."

It was the first time that Liu Wang had eaten food from Fu Wang Farm. With each dish, he couldn’t help but think: No wonder the vegetables on this farm are so expensive and so many people are rushing to buy them, they are really delicious.

It’s obviously the same dish, but the taste is different from the one you buy outside. It tastes lightly sweet.

Xu Qingzhi felt full after eating a bowl of rice and left the table.

She stood under the eaves, feeling the cold wind. The little kids were not afraid of the cold at all. Even when someone called them in, they just stayed in the yard and refused to go into the house.

After eating, the bowls were placed on the cement laundry table that was built earlier.

Tiantian asked her dad to make that little toy for her.

Xu Hua doted on his daughter. Halfway through the meal, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, picked up a beer cap from under the table, smashed it with a hammer, and used a nail he found from somewhere to drill two small holes in the flattened beer cap. He then strung the nails together with a rope, handed it to her, touched her head, and said, "Be careful, don't cut your hand."

The little guy got the toy and ran to the yard to show off to his brothers and sisters: "Look, this is a toy my dad made for me. My dad is so awesome. He can do everything."

She shook the rope, and soon the crushed beer bottle cap in her hand began to spin.

The little cousin next to him disagreed: "My dad is really good, he can drive a big truck."

Tiantian: "My dad can repair computers!"

Little cousin: "My dad and Sun Wukong are good friends. They even took photos together."

Tiantian: "My dad can eat durian! He is not afraid of the smell at all."

Little cousin: "That's nothing, my dad can eat shit."

Little cousin: "My dad, he's the best anyway."

Tiantian: "My dad is the best!"

Little cousin: "Your father is not that great..."

Tiantian pursed her lips and burst into tears.

My cousin's mother came out of the house and asked, "What's going on? Who bullied our sweet little princess?"

The little cousin looked away guiltily and ran off to play with other kids.

In the end, the crying Tiantian was coaxed into silence by the dried persimmons. The children were unusually quiet, sitting on the small bench under the eaves and chewing dried persimmons.

Xu Qingzhi didn’t make many persimmon cakes, and those were the only ones left. He gave some to his grandfather and kept some for himself.

After lunch, everyone in the room gathered around the fire, some eating persimmon cakes, some eating snacks.

Xu Qianqian said, "I asked Grandpa to send me some persimmons before. They are much more delicious than the persimmons of previous years. The persimmon cakes are also delicious. I will make more when the persimmons are ripe this year."

The old man wanted to agree, but then he changed his mind and thought that he didn't know whether Qingzhi would be at home this year. If she got married, she would go to Kyoto, and he would not know how to make persimmon cakes.

Then he said ambiguously: "It depends on the situation."

Xu Hua’s wife: “I saw that these persimmons were quite expensive online at the time, so I was too embarrassed to ask Grandpa for them.”

Xu Qianqian's face changed.

The old man smiled and said, "That's nothing. If you like to eat them, I'll send you some persimmons later."

Xu Qianqian smiled, feeling uncomfortable because of that sentence. She got up and walked out of the house, and saw Xu Qingzhi in the yard. She was taking pictures of the persimmon tree.

Xu Qianqian looked in the direction it came from. It was just a bare tree. What was there to take a picture of?

"Qingzhi." She called out.

Xu Qingzhi put down his phone, put it back in his pocket, and said in a cold tone: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing. I bought some skin care products in Kyoto. You didn't come to my house to celebrate the New Year, so come back with me later to get them." Xu Qianqian said.

The original plan was to go to pay New Year's greetings, and Xu Qingzhi would never compromise herself, so after her father went into the house, she and Xu Zijun bought fireworks and played with them along the way, and then waited for her father.

She shook her head and refused, "No."

"Qingzhi, you seem to have changed now. You were not like this before." Xu Qianqian suddenly smiled.

Xu Qingzhi: "Yes, I wanted to save some face for you before, but now I don't."

Xu Qianqian choked up. In her memory, Xu Qingzhi had always been the quiet type in front of relatives since she was a child. So in the past, Xu Qianqian could bully her at school when she didn't like her, and she didn't have to worry about her complaining to her family.

Later, they went to different universities and Qingzhi became a star again, and she was overshadowed by many others.

Seeing how badly she was criticized online this year, Xu Qianqian contributed a lot of negative information as a relative. Unexpectedly, she could find a good partner while growing vegetables at home.

Xu Qianqian felt impatient, but seeing that the man seemed cold and not very enthusiastic towards these relatives, especially those relatives who always took advantage of others and approached them eagerly, she could imagine that the man was most likely to back off.

Who would want to marry a girl with so many problems at home?

Looking at the man's cold eyes, he probably just feels that way about Xu Qingzhi.

She walked closer to Xu Qingzhi, with undisguised sarcasm on her face: "You don't think you're so great just because you found a good boyfriend, do you? With a family like that, there are many women in Kyoto, and it's not that they must be you."

"Do you know me well?" a cold and magnetic voice said.

Xu Qianqian turned around and saw Huo Fengyan.

He stood upright, as if carrying an innate sense of cold oppression all over his body. The pace he took towards Xu Qingzhi was relaxed, as it was only in front of someone he trusted the most.

"If you want to sow discord, first consider whether you are qualified." (End of this chapter)