I feel a little bad about always troubling Wen Shuqiao with cooking.
Can Can said, "Uncle, could you please clean up Milk's litter box?"
It smelled bad, and he didn't want to clean it himself, nor did he want his aunt to clean it.
Shen Jiazhou pinched the tip of his nose: "All you do is order people around."
Despite saying that, I still went to clean up.
After taking care of everything, Cancan added more food for the two little guys and then squatted between them watching them eat.
Suddenly remembering something, he turned to Shen Jiazhou, who was also squatting beside him, and said, "Uncle, you can sleep here with me tonight. I've already put your clothes in my closet. It's clean!"
Shen Jiazhou pinched the back of his neck: "Okay."
He stayed here for a few nights and left a few sets of clothes here. He'll rest for one night, then go back tomorrow to tidy up, and then go back to the Shen family for a perfunctory New Year's Eve dinner.
The uncle and nephew whispered something to each other, and Can Can pulled him to look at the photo album. But before they could sit down, Shen Jiazhou heard the range hood in the kitchen turn off, so he stood up quickly and went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.
Wen Shuqiao was taken aback when she saw him come over so quickly, but Shen Jiazhou had already taken the dishes from her hands and turned back to the restaurant.
She turned around, lowered her eyes as if lost in thought, and silently went to get the bowls and chopsticks.
If Shen Jiazhou likes to serve dishes, let him serve them. Besides, Shen Jiazhou has been acting strangely lately, so she can't really say anything.
The dishes were all on the table, and tonight they even specially opened a bottle of rare champagne that Shen Jiazhou had sent them before.
The room was nice and warm with the air conditioning on, and the wine tasted different because of the ice cubes in it.
Shen Jiazhou said, "They like to drink like this in the summer, it's quite interesting."
He pushed the champagne, with only one or two ice cubes, toward Wen Shuqiao: "Want to try some?"
Wen Shuqiao's alcohol tolerance was average. She looked at the wine in her glass, which she had only taken a sip or two, a proper small sip: "Thank you."
Cancan's glass was filled with sweet, freshly squeezed orange juice. He raised his glass and said, "Let's toast, Aunt and Uncle! We should celebrate the New Year together from now on!"
He loves Chinese New Year! He stays home with his aunt every day! Hehehe!
Shen Jiazhou raised his glass: "Happy Chinese New Year to you all."
Wen Shuqiao also raised her glass, as if she had been infected by their enthusiasm. This was her first New Year in this world, and the only one she had ever had someone to accompany her.
The cups clinked together, making a crisp sound. Wen Shuqiao withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and took a sip.
Shen Jiazhou is absolutely right. Adding some ice made the wine even colder, and since this wine is a bit sweet, it really tastes like a beverage.
She tilted her head back and finished the drink.
Seeing this, Shen Jiazhou looked at her and asked, "Want some more?"
Wen Shuqiao shook her head: "No need, I'll just have a little bit and drink the orange juice."
Her gaze swept over the wine glass beside Shen Jiazhou, and her mind automatically recalled the time when Shen Jiazhou got drunk and blacked out.
After hesitating for a moment, I still reminded you, "You should drink less too, this orange juice is also very delicious."
"Don't worry." Shen Jiazhou put some fish into Cancan's bowl. "I can hold my liquor very well, and this wine has a low alcohol content. I'll sleep with Cancan tonight and won't drive."
He spent a long time in the wine cellar before selecting three wines that were suitable for Wen Shuqiao.
Wen Shuqiao knew the alcohol content wasn't high, and after hearing Shen Jiazhou's words, she stopped trying to persuade him. After all, it's a holiday, and people should be happy.
Can Can finished eating the fish in his bowl. Hearing his uncle say this, he turned his head and said to his uncle earnestly, "Uncle, it says on the phone that if you want to be healthy, you can't drink alcohol or smoke."
Shen Jiazhou put some more food in his bowl, then looked at Wen Shuqiao sitting opposite him and said with emotion, "When you grow up and go to kindergarten, your way of speaking is indeed different."
I remember at the beginning, Cancan liked to use reduplicated words, and sometimes she couldn't pronounce them clearly, but now she can express herself very clearly when she speaks a long string of words.
Wen Shuqiao also looked at Cancan sitting next to Shen Jiazhou, and nodded with a smile: "Yes, her expression skills have improved a lot now."
More importantly, her personality has become much more cheerful, but occasionally she can be too cheerful and become a bit noisy.
But that's just how kids are.
Can Can roughly understood that her aunt and uncle were praising her, and nodded: "That's right!"
He's just different!
After a pleasant dinner, Shen Jiazhou, as usual, cleaned up the mess. When he came out of the kitchen, Wen Shuqiao and Cancan were snuggled on the sofa watching cartoons.
He glanced at it, showing little interest in the cartoon, but sat down anyway.
When Can Can saw him arrive, she climbed from her aunt's side to sit in his lap and enthusiastically explained the current plot to him.
Shen Jiazhou hummed a few times, then turned his head slightly to look at Wen Shuqiao beside him.
Wen Shuqiao leaned back on the sofa, a thin blanket wrapped around her, a gentle smile on her face, her eyes fixed on the television screen.
But Shen Jiazhou knew that her ears were on their bodies.
As he watched, Shen Jiazhou felt his heart, wrapped in flesh and blood, begin to throb uncontrollably again.
"Uncle, when you come back from your hometown, will you buy me some candy? During the New Year, my aunt allows me to eat sweet candy. I want to eat the candy you bought me last time, the one with nuts in it. I'm a child, so I should eat more nuts."
Shen Jiazhou was brought back to his senses by his words. Shen Jiazhou pinched his mouth with his index finger and thumb: "You're good at making excuses for yourself. What kind of kid eats nuts with sugar?"
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