Chapter 610, Spring Festival Classic Problem
"What's so funny? Let me laugh too." Kong Xiyan leaned against the door with her arms folded across her chest. "By the way, why are you having a party at my house?"
"Because it's too conspicuous outside." Chu Xiaoxiao shrugged and said, "Wu Yan and I have been nominated for several awards. Xiaoyu is a public servant now, so it's better to be careful."
"That's true, but..." Kong Xiyan wasn't done talking when she met three pairs of watery eyes. She immediately raised her hands in surrender: "Okay, I'll get you some more fries."
“Thank you, Sister Kong!”
"Village Chief Xiao Kong, you are so nice!"
"I'm sorry to bother you."
After listening to what the three people said, Kong Xiyan waved her hand, turned around and walked out. Forget it, it’s always better to pamper a girl.
As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Luo Zhenxuan coming in with a neatly tailored suit: "Huh? You're back so early today? Is the suit newly ordered? He looks quite handsome."
"The Beijing Museum will be exhibiting the wreckage of the Eastern Morning Star tomorrow as the first major exhibition of the year. I'll make some preparations." Luo Zhenxuan said to Kong Xiyan, "How do you think about the man's face and the woman's face? Is it okay?"
"That's great." Kong Xiyan gave a thumbs up and smiled slightly: "Cool!"
As the two were chatting and laughing, they saw Kong Zhishan and Zhong Yangyang returning side by side. They brushed off the snow on their bodies and said, "It's snowing outside. I guess it's going to get heavier."
"Are you cold? Would you like something hot to drink?" Kong Xiyan pointed upstairs. "Wu Yan, Xiao Xiao and Cheng Yu are having a party upstairs. You can go over there and play for a while. I'm going to get some French fries for them."
"Are they coming?" Zhong Yangyang smiled and said, "Okay, I'll be there in a minute. But, sister, is it okay for you to make the fries?"
"Don't underestimate me! Humph~" Kong Xiyan walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and took out a large bag of pre-made French fries. "As long as I have an air fryer, I can make a bunch of French fries that are as good as those in fast food restaurants in 15 minutes!"
"Um... that's fine." Zhong Yangyang fixed her hair and said as if remembering something, "Sister, my parents said winter vacation is almost here. They called us this afternoon to ask when we'll be returning to South City."
Kong Zhishan, who had just reached the stairs, stopped and turned to look at Zhong Yangyang and Kong Xiyan: "Sister, Dad also called me today and asked when we would return to the Kong family."
"Hmm?" Kong Xiyan blinked.
Zhong Yangyang stepped forward and said, "Sister, Mom and Dad said that my second brother is bringing his girlfriend home for the first time and they might discuss marriage, so they hope you can be there."
Kong Zhishan said without lagging behind, "Sister, Dad said that you were the leader of several projects before, and next year, whether it's increasing the amount or making layout adjustments, you'll be needed."
"I've heard of it." Luo Zhenxuan took off his suit jacket and tie and draped them on the chair next to him. He rolled up his sleeves and took the pre-made fries from Kong Xiyan's hand. He said with a smile, "This is the most voted classic Spring Festival question in China every year, 'Where to go for the New Year?'"
"Uh..." Kong Xiyan blinked and looked at Zhong Yangyang and then at Kong Zhishan: "It's really hard to choose."
At this time, Mo Ya and Chang Shou also came in. The two little kids twisted their bodies to shake off the snow on their bodies.
"Why are you all standing in the living room?" Mo Ya looked at everyone while brushing the snow off her hair.
"We were talking about the New Year." Kong Xiyan replied, "Yangyang wants me to go back to South City, Shanshan wants me to go back to the Kong family, I'm considering which one to go back to."
"No way!" Mo Ya ran towards Kong Xiyan and hugged her. "Aunt Queen said that this year is the first year of the establishment of diplomatic relations between Xing'erqun and China. You are a great contributor. You are asked to go to Xing'erqun as the Chinese ambassador to promote Chinese Spring Festival culture during the Spring Festival this year!"
"Huh?" Kong Xiyan blinked: "How come I don't know about this?"
"Hehe, when Aunt Queen told me about it, I was playing games. I thought I'd tell you after I finished the game, but then I forgot about it..."
"How could you forget something like this?" Kong Xiyan punched Mo Ya on the head: "I'm punishing you by not allowing you to play games this month!"
"Hate it~" Mo Ya covered her head which was hurt by the beating, tears welling up in her eyes due to grievance.
"Master," Changshou said, "Master also contacted me today and told me that the Taoist temple is very crowded with pilgrims. This year's New Year's Eve may bring in a record number of visitors burning incense and praying for blessings. He wants you to come back to the temple to help out during the New Year, and also think about how to give back to those pilgrims and his friends in the livestream."
The corners of Kong Xiyan's mouth twitched. Wow, they really are all caught up together, right?
Turning her head, Kong Xiyan looked at Luo Zhenxuan who was frying French fries in the air fryer in the kitchen: "Luo Lao San, what do you say?"
"What can I say? I'm just a son-in-law. Wherever you go, I'll take my grandfather with me." Luo Zhenxuan shrugged: "It's said on the Internet that this model is very popular now. It's called the wife sings and the husband follows."
"You should spend less time on the internet!" Kong Xiyan rolled her eyes at him unhappily, then turned to look at the people who were expecting her and slapped her forehead. "I'll think about it carefully. I'll give you an answer once I've thought it through."
Everyone nodded in unison. Now that things had come to this, this was the only way.
With a ding sound, Luo Zhenxuan placed the fried fries on a plate: "Moya, Changshou, come here and let me give you the first bite."
"Great~" Mo Ya trotted over excitedly.
"Master, can I eat it?" Changshou smacked his lips and looked at Kong Xiyan and blinked, his eyes full of desire.
Those are freshly fried French fries, golden and steaming hot.
"Go ahead, three at most." Kong Xiyan nodded.
"Okay~" Changshou came over, took out the hot French fries and put them in his mouth, then he and Moya jumped around because of the burn.
Everyone laughed at the cute looks of the two children.
Zhong Yangyang laughed so hard that she couldn't laugh anymore.
She once thought that it would be nice if her sister only belonged to her.
But her sister is so outstanding and so many people like her.
It’s really... annoying!
"It's really... annoying!" Looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window, a gentle and elegant man narrowed his eyes.
"Master, do you hate snowy days?" Wayne brought a cup of hot cocoa and handed it to the man beside the bed.
"Snowy days are okay, but I hate the day after it snows." The Master took the hot cocoa and took a sip. "Especially on sunny days after snowing. The melted snow will quickly freeze into ice."
"That does sound unpleasant." Wayne nodded and agreed, "It's inconvenient to travel. The snow mixed with mud and dust will dirty the edges of your shoes."
"The most annoying thing is that when you step on the ice, you lose control of your limbs for a moment," Master said. "I hate this feeling of loss of control."
Wayne nodded. Based on his many years of experience with the Master, he knew that the Master was indeed someone who hated the feeling of being out of control.
"The Beijing Museum will exhibit the wreckage of the Eastern Morning Star tomorrow as the first major exhibition of the year. How are the arrangements going?" Master turned and looked at Wayne.
"Mr. Meng has made all the arrangements and is waiting for your arrival at any time." Wayne nodded.
"Very good." The Master curled the corners of his lips.
He had a hunch that this exhibition would attract many, many interesting people.
"Little princess, we will meet soon."
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