Tsk, I haven’t worn bright red in years.
But since everyone has one, they must wear it.
I found my clothes, which had a "wan" (wan) embroidered on them, and a Q-version little girl embroidered above the word. It was very cute.
It is a tweed coat with a good shape and good material, and it feels quite comfortable.
I changed into this dress and the skirt and leggings that Huanhuan prepared.
The skirt and leggings are both black.
So I matched it with a pair of black leather shoes.
"Not bad, beautiful." A head popped out of the door. Mr. Song, who had just finished using the toilet, hugged the door and smiled happily. It turned out that his design could not be ugly.
"How could it not be beautiful?"
"Isn't it beautiful Miss Lin? Otherwise, how could this effect be achieved?"
"Alright, alright, stop being so joking and come help me roll the meatballs."
Wang Guifen appeared at the door, holding a basin filled with a mixture of taro and sweet potato starch.
Sweet potato flour: I also call it sweet potato flour or sweet potato starch.
"Ah! Rubbing this ball again, it makes my hands itchy."
Upon seeing this, Song Suihuan's face immediately fell.
"Just wash your hands later, hurry up!"
On this day of universal celebration, Wang Guifen was in a good mood, humming a song that was unique to her generation while holding her basin.
Why do I say that? Because others simply don't understand.
Some are tunes I hum myself, and some are songs passed down from generation to generation.
With the sound of the first string of firecrackers, the tradition of firecrackers for the New Year’s Eve dinner officially began.
"May you be happy and healthy! May the coming year be filled with joy and freedom from worry, with everything going smoothly and without disaster or illness."
"Make a fortune!"
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