The Spring Festival programs are lively and festive. Although they may look ordinary, the atmosphere is still there.
The hot pot was bubbling away, and the food inside was quickly cooked.
Shen Jiazhou watched Cancan drink tomato soup with a spoon and couldn't help but ask, "How did you know I was home?"
Didn't he message Can Can saying he was still at the old house?
Can Can looked up from his bowl, seemingly remembering the incident, and asked, "Uncle, is this your hometown? This is clearly our home! It's not your hometown! You lied to me and Auntie, luckily we're smart!"
Shen Jiazhou picked up a beef ball for him: "How come you can talk so much every day?"
Can Can blew on the beef balls in her bowl and retorted, "I speak nicely!"
Unlike his uncle or the system brother, he sometimes doesn't like listening to what they say.
The system rolled its eyes: [Don't be ridiculous.]
Who was speaking rudely? Saying it spoke rudely is just saying... oh well, never mind.
The system said: "I want to eat spicy food, you try the spicy one."
Can Can glanced at it: "Let's eat tomatoes instead. They're spicy, and they'll slap my mouth."
[Sigh.] The system couldn't help but sigh, almost forgetting that it was still a dragon who couldn't handle spicy food.
Unable to find answers from Can Can, Shen Jia Zhou turned his attention to Wen Shu Qiao.
Wen Shuqiao picked up her phone and waved it: "Surveillance footage."
Shen Jiazhou then realized that Wen Shuqiao could also see the footage from the security camera at his door; he had completely forgotten about this.
Wen Shuqiao explained, "We didn't have any tomato sauce prepared for delivery, but the monitoring app happened to send a notification. I thought someone had passed by my door, but when I opened it, I saw you were back."
She cooked the beef and put it in her bowl, then asked, "Is it still not going well this time you went back?"
Now that he was already here, Shen Jiazhou didn't hold back anymore. He hummed in agreement, "It's all the same old stuff over and over again. It was unbearable to stay here, so I came back."
As soon as the meal was served, someone started subtly criticizing him for not thinking about his family, and then Shen Fang's family joined in with their own comments.
Although the old man didn't say anything, it was clear that he was still biased towards them.
He got annoyed, flipped the table, and left. He didn't want to eat, so nobody should eat.
Wen Shuqiao exclaimed in surprise, "You even flipped the table?"
"I lifted it up." Shen Jiazhou was a little embarrassed when he said this. He explained, "Actually, I only lifted it up this once... I think I have a pretty good temper."
"You only lifted it this once?" Wen Shuqiao was even more surprised: "I thought you were already very skilled at this kind of thing."
"...Don't make things up." Shen Jiazhou pursed his lips: "I'm not crazy, I'm not going to flip the table."
Wen Shuqiao couldn't help but chuckle: "I can tell you have a very good temper. You've been holding back until this year before you started flipping the table."
Shen Jiazhou looked at her, unsure whether Wen Shuqiao genuinely thought so or was just flattering him.
But he should have a pretty good temper, right? I'll message Gu Xingyuan and the others later.
Can Can quickly finished eating and slipped away to play with her toys.
Only Wen Shuqiao and Shen Jiazhou remained at the hot pot gathering.
Shen Jiazhou looked at the peach juice in the glass, thought for a moment, and asked, "Would you like some wine? I'll go pick one out."
Wen Shuqiao brought cake and milk, so she definitely won't be going back to Emerald Courtyard tonight.
“Okay,” Wen Shuqiao said, “We’re not going out anyway.”
Shen Jiazhou nodded with a hint of excitement; he knew they would be resting here tonight!
He stood up and walked briskly to the wine shelf. Among the wines, he saw a bottle of plum wine. He thought for a moment before remembering that it seemed to be a gift from Gu Xingyuan. He had casually stuffed it into the shelf and completely forgotten about it. Now was the perfect time to do so.
Shen Jiazhou closed the glass cabinet door, picked up the wine, and went to the kitchen to get two new glasses and some ice. The room was warm, so drinking something cold was perfect.
Wen Shuqiao had roughly tidied up the table, making room for Shen Jiazhou to put the wine.
When Can Can saw her uncle come out of the kitchen, she thought there was something delicious to eat again. She walked to the dining table and looked at it. After finding out it was wine, she lost interest and went back to playing with her toys on the sofa.
Shen Jiazhou glanced at him: "Why are you leaving?"
Can Can said, "I'm not drinking, of course I'm leaving."
Shen Jiazhou opened the bottle and poured a little into a glass: "Try it. If you like, you can add some ice."
Wen Shuqiao thanked him, used tongs to put two ice cubes into the glass, but before drinking, she glanced at the bottle, which said "Eight Degrees".
It's just an alcoholic beverage.
She took a sip with peace of mind; it was icy cold and indeed very delicious.
"It's sweet and sour." Wen Shuqiao put down her cup. "Like a beverage."
Shen Jiazhou also took a sip: "Hmm, I just drink it for fun on weekdays. Do you like it? If you don't, I'll go get another bottle."
"This one tastes pretty good," Wen Shuqiao said. "Let's drink this one."
She picked up the glass and gestured towards Shen Jiazhou: "Cheers, Mr. Shen."
"Why are you calling me President Shen all of a sudden?" Shen Jiazhou muttered, but he was still in a good mood. He raised his glass and clinked it with Wen Shuqiao's.
The pot was bubbling away, and the two adults chatted casually, occasionally commenting on the Spring Festival Gala programs.
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