Chapter 747 Crybaby Siyin

"You are old, and you will be shaken to pieces by the carriage again. You should stay at home. Fubao will only go there once. The child is grown up now, and you can't tie her up and not let her go anywhere. Fubao wants to do great things."

Jiang Shoujia picked up a piece of food for his wife and spoke slowly.

"Well, that's what I said, but I haven't felt at peace since Fubao left. Where will this child eat the New Year's Eve dinner? Thanks to Erya and Xuehuan, Fubao won't be lonely. Otherwise, I would be heartbroken."

Zhang Jinlan even imagined in her mind that her granddaughter was all alone, sitting in an empty house, eating coarse food, and shivering with cold.

Like a poor little homeless person.

Outside, it was bustling with activity and families were happily gathering together.

"Woo, woo, woo, my dear Fubao, Daddy misses you." Suddenly, a sobbing sound like an old wolf was heard.

Zhang Jinlan, who originally wanted to wipe away her tears, suddenly stopped crying. She looked in the direction of her youngest son along with everyone else.

Jiang Siyin's nose turned red from crying, and her tears flowed like rain.

He didn't touch the food in front of him.

She cried so pitifully.

Although he is already in his thirties, he looks like he is in his twenties, without a single wrinkle on his face.

"You're old, why do you still cry for no reason? Wipe your tears. It's New Year's Day. Don't cry. Fubao will take good care of himself." Zhang Yanzi's eyes were full of disgust, but she wiped her husband's tears very quickly. She used very light force for fear of hurting his face.

You know, she was able to marry Jiang Siyin because of this face, so she must protect it well.

Looking at his tense and smooth face, Zhang Yanzi sighed in her heart.

The facial cream is really not in vain.

"Our Siyin was simply born in the wrong body. She should have been a girl." Zhang Jinlan no longer wanted to have a granddaughter and complained to her husband beside her.

"He has been crying for a long time. Let him be. I just hope that a hundred years after we die, he won't faint from crying." Jiang Shoujia felt worried when he thought of the last time his youngest son fainted from crying because his granddaughter fell into the water.

The most beloved son of the two is this youngest son.

It was not only because the youngest son looked a lot like him, but the most important point was that before he got married, he had the temperament of a real girl. He was even more like a girl and more lovable than the third daughter who was careless and loved to swear.

Fortunately, his youngest daughter-in-law likes this, otherwise he would be embarrassed to help his youngest son go to Zhangjia Village to propose marriage.

Those who know think it is marrying a wife, while those who don’t think it is marrying a girl.

The atmosphere was instantly broken by Jiang Siyin's crying.

The main room gradually became lively.

Jiang Eryong laughed at his brother's crying, saying that he was a baby who had not been weaned.

Jiang Siyin, who had cried enough, regained some of his masculinity. He stood up and pretended to beat up his second brother. They went back and forth until Jiang Shoujia pretended to cough. Then they both sat down together and dared not make any more noise.

"Okay, this is the first time that Fubao is not at home for the New Year, so we have to be happy, otherwise Fubao will know and worry. This child is thoughtful and always considers others. So, we have to be happy, understand? Don't cry with a sad face, Fubao said in his last letter that he will be back in early summer at the latest.

Time flies by so fast. It's here in the blink of an eye. Come on, raise your glasses and have a drink. This year, we should live happily. Don't look sad or you'll bring bad luck. Smile so that the year will be smooth. "

Jiang Shoujia raised the glass in his hand, and everyone stood up together. After everyone finished their speech, they all raised their glasses to celebrate the New Year.

Jiang Fubao, who was thousands of miles away, was not in such a miserable state.

She took her servants and officials to book a private room in the most famous restaurant in Canghai and enjoyed a feast made entirely of seafood. It was such a delight.

Seafood must be eaten with wine. Jiang Fubao got drunk that night and was finally carried back to the inn by Pan Erya.

Xue Huan followed closely behind, afraid that the young lady would fall, but she underestimated Pan Erya's arm strength. It was easy for her to pick up Jiang Fubao, who was not heavy to begin with.

Xue Huan was holding a shoe in each hand, which belonged to her young lady, and she was running happily.

Fortunately, the skirt is long enough, otherwise the lady's socks would be exposed.

There were almost no people on the street, otherwise Xue Huan would not allow this. The young lady's innocence was the most important.

"Sister Erya, please slow down. It will be over if you fall. You are thick-skinned and it's okay, but please don't let my young lady fall. I can't keep up with you. Please slow down." The more Xue Huan said from behind, the faster Pan Erya walked.

There is a big difference in height between the two.

The snow wash only reached Pan Erya's chest.

How could her short legs keep up with Pan Erya's long legs?

The imperial city at that time was decorated with lights and colors everywhere.

There were so many people setting off fireworks that Shen Hechi stood in a pavilion on a low hill outside the city. Looking out, he could overlook the entire night view of the imperial city.

He didn't like this kind of bustle that didn't belong to him.

So I left the city early.

"Master, the pot is hot. Do we need to put the mutton in?" asked the servant on the side.

"Well, put it down. We'll go back after eating." Shen Hechi withdrew his gaze and rubbed his red hands.

Just as he sat down, the sound of firecrackers and fireworks rang out in the city, blooming like flowers.

"Young Master, why don't you go to the city and book a restaurant? It's so cold here, in the desolate mountains and ridges, so deserted." The servant was a little confused.

"It's just me, no matter how lively it is, how lively can it be..." Shen Hechi picked up a piece of mutton with chopsticks. It was cut very thinly and cooked after blanching. However, he did not put it in his mouth to taste it, but was in a daze.

Fubao, are you reuniting with your family?

She will be sixteen next year, the Jiang family won't marry her off so soon...

He wanted to climb up, faster and faster.

As I was thinking about it, the mutton on the chopsticks became cold.

However, Shen Hechi did not put the mutton into the pot again, but ate the cold mutton.

"Go back." He put down his chopsticks, not wanting to take a second bite.

The pot and the mutton are discarded and just left here until the fire is extinguished.

In the middle of the night, animals from the mountains came over following the scent.

On the seventh day, the last day of the New Year, the streets and alleys began to return to their normal state.

The shops are almost all open.

The stalls were also set up.

Shouts were heard everywhere.

Fifteen days after the New Year, Jiang Fubao received letters from Meng Bujiu and his family.

After looking at the things at home, she opened the letter from Meng Bujiu.

After reading just a few lines, her eyes widened.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Xue Huan was peeling peanuts. The young lady liked to eat peanut butter recently, so she had to peel more. The chef of the inn didn't peel them carefully and didn't even clean the skin.

It really affects the taste when eaten, so she has to make sure the lady eats and drinks well.

Before leaving, she had promised the old lady that she would take good care of the young lady and she would never go back on her word.

She is Xue Huan, and she always keeps her word.