Sixty-nine:
However, no matter how troublesome it is, the New Year must be celebrated.
On New Year's Day, Ji Qingzhou prepared the New Year's Eve dinner early and put it in a lunch box and brought it to the hospital. He didn't cook too many dishes, after all, he and Wang Fang couldn't eat that much.
When Wang Fang saw him put the dishes into the microwave, heated them up in an orderly manner, brought them to the coffee table, set out the dishes, and put out fruits and food, she felt that her son had really grown up and could take care of people.
Ji Qingzhou turned on the TV, helped Wang Fang out of bed, and said to her, "It just so happens that the Spring Festival Gala has started. We can watch it together."
Wang Fang responded with a smile and sat on the sofa with him.
She was not in good health, so Ji Qingzhou did not prepare any drinks, but boiled a pot of soup. Wang Fang took a sip and said with emotion, "Zhou, your cooking skills are much better now than before."
"Practice makes perfect." Ji Qingzhou said briefly.
Wang Fang felt sorry for him because he had been working hard alone for the past six months. She held his hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work in the past six months."
Ji Qingzhou felt that it was actually not that bad. Although he had traveled to this world inexplicably, fortunately he met Chu Cheng at the beginning, so his life was relatively smooth.
He smiled and said to Wang Fang: "There is no such thing as a mother and son. My current job is not tiring and I earn a lot. You don't have to worry about it."
Wang Fang nodded with a smile in her eyes. Ji Qingzhou picked up some food for her and advised, "Eat more."
"good."
After dinner, Ji Qingzhou went to wash the lunch box. Wang Fang sat on the sofa and watched the stars singing on TV. She asked curiously, "Zhou, will you be on the Spring Festival Gala in the future?"
Ji Qingzhou didn't expect her to ask this, and after thinking for a while he answered, "Not necessarily. The Spring Festival Gala does invite popular stars of the year, but not every popular star will be invited, so even if I'm popular, I may not be able to go on stage."
"That's okay," Wang Fang said, "This way you can spend the New Year with me. I think all these celebrities will know when they get home."
"Some people rush home after their performances. If they live nearby, they may be able to get back before 1 o'clock."
Wang Fang said "hmm" and talked to him while watching the Spring Festival Gala.
Chu Cheng was also watching the Spring Festival Gala. This was a tradition of the Chu family. Even if they were busy with other things, they would turn on the TV and let the Spring Festival Gala serve as background music.
Chu's mother put the chopping board on the coffee table, took the dumpling stuffing and dough, and directed the three men not far away, "Cheng, help me roll the dough, Xin, you and your father make the dumplings."
"Okay, give me five minutes and I'll finish the things I'm doing." Chu Xin said.
Chu Cheng reluctantly put down his phone, sat next to Chu's mother, and started rolling the dough with her.
Soon, the vigorous dumpling-making activity began under the leadership of Chu's mother. While rolling the dough and listening to the Spring Festival Gala, Chu's mother also urged her two sons, "After tonight, you two will be one year older. It's time to fall in love. After the New Year, it's Valentine's Day. Others celebrate the holiday but you two don't. Aren't you envious?"
"What is there to envy?" Chu Xin said, "Couples have their own happiness, and being single has its own advantages. I think being single is pretty good."
"What about you?" Mother Chu looked at her son, "Do you also think being single is good?"
I'm not single, Chu Cheng thought, I'm a person with a lover, okay? But he didn't have the nerve to keep a lover with Chu's mother, so he just said, "I think it's all good."
"Cheng," Chu's mother looked at him and said worriedly, "You can't be like your brother. Your brother likes girls, and you like boys. You have to pay attention to it yourself. Heterosexuals are always the majority. Even if your brother is single now, he will always meet the right one in the future. If you stay single like this, will you ever meet the right one?"
Chu Cheng felt that his mother was worrying for nothing. "With our family background and my own conditions, if I wanted, could young boys line up from our doorstep to the outside of the city wall?"
Father Chu snorted, "You are so capable, I don't know who you took after. You don't like good girls, but you have to like boys. I see that An Ming and Qin Xue have been friends with you since they were young, and they are all good, but you have changed!"
"Just follow my mom's lead," Chu Cheng said unreasonably, "My mom likes guys, so I like guys too. If my mom doesn't like guys, then what does it have to do with you, dad?"
"Your mother is a woman, are you a woman too?" Chu's father asked angrily.
"You can treat me as your daughter from now on. I don't mind anyway."
Father Chu was so angry that he threw the orange at hand at him on the spot, "It's better to have a daughter than you. Daughters are so caring, huh."
Chu Cheng put the orange in his arms on the table, smiled, and stopped making his father angry.
He lowered his head and rolled the dumpling wrappers in his hands, listening to the sound coming from the TV, and suddenly thought, what is Ji Qingzhou doing now? Is he watching the Spring Festival Gala? Is he making dumplings? On the first day of the new year next year, judging from Ji Qingzhou's condition, he probably won't visit relatives.
When Chu Cheng thought of this, he felt inexplicably irritated. "Are there any relatives coming to our house tomorrow?" he asked.
"Come on, your aunt and the others are here, and then your aunt and the others. Your uncle and the others are out playing, so they can come home in a few days."
Chu Cheng nodded, thinking that this should be a normal New Year. Unlike Ji Qingzhou, who spent the New Year in the hospital and did not visit relatives on the first day of the New Year.
As he was rolling the dough, he heard WeChat suddenly ring. He picked up the phone and took a look, and found that it was a message from Ji Qingzhou: Happy New Year (*^▽^*), I wish you all your wishes come true, everything goes well, good health and good luck in the new year.
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