Chapter 113 Celebrating Reunion
Huo Tingkun looked at Cen Yu's face.
"You and your father are really different."
Cen Yu laughed at himself.
“Who can be like him?”
Huo Tingkun patted Cen Yu's shoulder.
"Your father just has a strong desire to win. He's been fighting with me for half his life. This kind of personality can't be changed overnight!"
Cen Yu continued walking without saying anything.
It was because of his strong desire to win that there wasn't a single normal person in their family of four.
He still has no idea.
That's ridiculous.
"Uncle Huo, please go first. I'm going to the old house today, not the family compound."
"Then be careful on the road!"
Huo Tingkun carried his things and strode quickly to catch up with his family in front.
A group of people returned to the family compound and saw Huo Jingchuan sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed into the house by Huo Jingye. Many people stretched their heads to see what was going on.
But no one dared to come forward and ask.
Huo Tingkun closed the door.
There was a charcoal brazier burning in the room, and the temperature was very high.
Wu Xiaocao stayed at home, looking at the chicken soup on the coal stove and the charcoal basin at home while doing her homework on the coffee table.
Seeing someone coming back, she put away her homework and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
The Huo family's Feng Shui is nourishing. After living in the Huo family for a year, Wu Xiaocao grew from a dry little bud into a graceful flower bud.
Her yellow and dark skin became fair, her dry face became plump and round, she grew taller, her eyes became bright, and she wore a beautiful and fitting flowered jacket. She really looked like a grown-up daughter in our family.
Everyone took off their heavy cotton coats.
Huo Jingye squatted in front of Huo Jingchuan.
"Brother, are you hot? Let me help you take off your cotton jacket!"
As Huo Jingye said this, he was about to help Huo Jingchuan unbutton his shirt.
Huo Jingchuan raised his hand to block.
"I can do it myself."
"Second brother, eldest brother's body has almost recovered. There are many things he can do on his own!"
Originally, his legs had become a thorn in his heart.
Jiang Cha will try her best to treat him as a normal person.
Let him do what he can.
Huo Jingye withdrew his hand and said, "Then do it yourself!"
It was rare for him to have the slightest desire to take care of others.
Jiang Cha waited for Huo Jingchuan to take off his coat before pushing the wheelchair. "Let's go wash our hands and get ready for dinner."
The rich aroma of chicken soup filled the air, and Huo Tingkun brought the boiling hot chicken soup to the table.
Ye Surong brought Wu Xiaocao's clean bowl and chopsticks to the dining table. "I specially bought some dried mushrooms picked in the mountains. They are perfect for making chicken soup. I also have some stir-fried greens. They will be ready soon. Have a bowl of soup first."
Jiang Cha poured water, placed the basin on the stool, took out Huo Jingchuan's towel from her bag and handed it to him.
"Wash your face and hands first, then we'll go eat."
I don’t know if it was Jiang Cha’s illusion, but Huo Jingchuan has been a little nervous since he entered the family compound.
He rarely smiled or talked, and seemed to be very alert to everything around him.
He would only relax when she was talking to him.
Jiang Cha stayed by his side patiently, watching him tidy himself up before pushing him to the dining table.
Ye Surong scooped a bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of Huo Jingchuan, and the second bowl was ginger tea.
There was a big chicken drumstick in each of their bowls.
The bright yellow chicken soup looks very appetizing at first glance.
"I told you guys you don't know how to take care of yourselves out there? Look how thin you are. I have to give you some good nourishment."
Ye Surong gave the remaining two chicken wings to Wu Xiaocao and Huo Jingye.
Huo Tingkun brought the last dish of stir-fried choy sum to the table, and the family gathered together. This was their first reunion dinner after they got together.
Ye Guanlan's research has reached a critical stage, and there is really no other way for him to come back.
Mushroom chicken soup, braised pork and braised fish that Ye Surong made early in the morning, and a plate of steamed sausages that Ye Surong had just learned to pickle from He Meishan.
When they went out, they deliberately put the dishes on the wood stove to keep them warm so that they could eat them when they came back.
The last dish was stir-fried rapeseed.
There are fish, meat, soup and vegetables, which makes everything go smoothly. I hope that in the new year, everyone in the family will be healthy and successful.
Chuncheng is a city in central China. People here don't eat dumplings during the New Year or other festivals. On the day of the reunion dinner, they will take out the best ingredients at home and prepare a table of extremely sumptuous meals, which symbolizes prosperity, health and abundance every year.
"Last year during the Spring Festival, you were not at home, so I never had the chance to give you the New Year's money. This year I will make it up to you."
Wen Jinglan took out the red envelope she had prepared long ago.
There are four children in the family, each of them has one child, and Huo Jingchuan has two.
Jiang Cha accepted the red envelope and said with a smile, "Last year, I prepared a red envelope for you but didn't give it out. She kept talking about it for a long time!"
Huo Jingye happily accepted the red envelope, and took the one from Wu Xiaocao as well, and slapped it in her palm.
"Since we were little, Old Huo has raised my brother and me with only one goal: to survive. Now, we have Aunt Ye, and our lives are much more refined than before. Every Chinese New Year, we get lucky money. It's great, hahaha!"
Huo Jingchuan looked at the red envelope in Ye Surong's hand, and his guarded expression relaxed slightly.
He slowly raised his hand and took the red envelope in full view of everyone.
He held the thin red envelope in his hand. The aroma of food filled the air at the tip of his nose, and familiar and warm smiling faces appeared before his eyes.
He finally had a real sense of being home.
"Thank you, Aunt Ye."
He endured the soreness in his throat and put the red envelope into his pocket.
"We're all family, what's there to thank for?"
Ye Surong coaxed her eyes but still forced a smile.
Last night, the whole family was discussing that when Huo Jingchuan comes back, everyone should welcome him with a smile and no one is allowed to cry.
However, Ye Surong had shallow tear troughs, and she always couldn't help crying when she talked too much.
Huo Tingkun knew her temper and poured her a cup of longan and red date tea.
"We finally got the kids back home. Let's toast and celebrate the reunion."
Jiang Cha put Huo Jingchuan's cup into his hand and picked up her own.
"Uncle Huo is right, let's celebrate the reunion."
Huo Jingye also raised his glass: "Celebrating reunion."
Wu Xiaocao's eyes sparkled, "Yes, to celebrate the reunion."
Ye Surong finally smiled, "Celebrating the reunion."
Huo Jingchuan slowly raised his glass among the crowd.
His gaze looked around and finally stopped on Jiang Cha's face.
"Celebrating...reunion."
Since there is no peace and prosperity, then reunion can also be considered a kind of happiness, right?
Of course, today is the real New Year's Eve.
But in Spring City, after the Little New Year, you can have a family reunion dinner.
There was a little kid at home, so Huo Jingye asked his friends in the factory to get him a lot of fireworks early on.
After dinner, Huo Jingye took Wu Xiaocao to set off fireworks in the yard.
Jiang Cha and Ye Surong were sitting in the living room talking. Huo Tingkun pushed Huo Jingchuan into the study. He had some things to ask him alone.
Ye Surong is knitting a sweater.
She knitted one for each member of her family, and only then did she start knitting her own.
The light brown cashmere yarn complements her skin tone very well.
Jiang Cha held the wool in his hand, swinging it back and forth as he worked and talked as he coordinated with Ye Surong's movements of winding the ball of yarn.
"You went north right after the exam and didn't even have time to see your results. You were the top scorer in our province in the college entrance exam. I followed your wishes and enrolled you in Beijing Medical University. I've put the admission letter on the desk in your room."
"Just one thing. You missed the registration time this year, but your uncle Huo has already applied for a delayed enrollment date for you. You can just register on the 20th day of the first lunar month."
Jiang Cha paused slightly as he was winding the thread.
"Mom, I don't want to go to school so far away."
Jiang Cha did not feel any joy of becoming the top scorer in the provincial exam, nor did he feel the satisfaction of finally being able to attend the school of his dreams.
"I want to stay in Spring City and get my brother's leg healed."
"Do you know what you're talking about?"
Ye Surong said this because she wanted to make Jiang Cha happy, but she didn't expect to hear this answer.
For a moment, she didn't know how to react normally.
"Do you know how happy your grandfather was the day he received the admission letter from Beijing Medical University? Jiang Cha, after the Chinese New Year, you will be nineteen. Do you know what is most important to you right now?"
Jiang Cha loved studying medicine so much and worked so hard while doing so. As her mother, she saw it all and felt pain in her heart.
"You've been interested in medicine since you were little. As soon as you could walk, you started identifying herbs. While other children would go out to play, you'd stay in the yard every day, helping your grandfather prepare herbs. It's such a boring job, but you do it all day long, and you don't even feel tired. What are you talking about now?"
"But big brother's legs..."
"I've reviewed his case. The hospital you're at has already provided the best possible treatment. The chances of him being able to stand again are slim to none."
"I will definitely find a way..."
"When? How long will the treatment take?"
Ye Surong interrupted Jiang Cha from speaking.
"What if it takes three to five years, or ten to eight years?"
Ye Surong put the cashmere yarn in the hands of the two people aside.
"Chacha, be reasonable. If we can't accept this fact, Jingchuan will be even less able to accept it. If he knew that you gave up your bright future for his legs, what do you think he would think?"
Ginger Tea really hasn't thought about this issue.
"I have no idea!"
She lowered her head and said, "But mom, you know, he can't live without me now."
Before Ye Surong understood what Jiang Cha meant, there was a crackling sound of something being smashed in the study.
"Jingchuan, Jingchuan, what's wrong with you?"
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