Chapter 74 Different Years



Red curtains, red lanterns, red paper-cuts, red balloons!

New Year is here!

The two bosses Xia happily stepped on balloons in the living room, "Pa pa pa..."

"Yaoyao, Happy New Year! Our Yaoyao is one year older!"

"Happy New Year, Dad! I wish you good health and all the best in the coming year!"

“Hahaha, okay!”

Xia Mang touched Little Xingchen, who was not far away. "Little Xingchen, the New Year is coming soon. Grow up happily next year!"

"Meow meow meow~"

Xingchen: Yes, mom wants to be happy too!

After stepping on the balloons, Xia Su was out of breath. "Woo... Come on, let's show you what I can do today!"

Xia Mang chuckled, "Show off your skills? Is it the noodles from two years ago, or the glutinous rice balls from the year before last, or the steamed buns from last year?"

"Humph, you underestimate your dad. This year we're eating dumplings! Let's go make dumplings!"

Xia Mang stuck his head out to take a look, and saw that it was just making dumplings, nothing wrong with it!

The dumpling fillings and wrappers are ready, all that’s left is wrapping them.

"Dad, did Aunt Wang make the dumpling filling?"

Xia Su felt a little embarrassed. He thought that as the dignified Mr. Xia, he could do everything except cooking. He still had no luck with it and still hadn't learned how to cook.

"Yes, look, there are cabbage and pork fillings, shrimp fillings, and..."

Xia Mang originally only had one kind of stuffing, but unexpectedly there was indeed one kind of stuffing on the table. However, Father Xia took out a lot of stuffing from the cabinet next to him, "So much!"

"Yes, just look at what fillings you like and we'll make it with that filling."

"Then this one, this one, and this one!" Xia Mang chose shrimp, cabbage and pork, and leek and egg fillings. After choosing, Xia Mang thought of something else and ran to the refrigerator to find some strawberries. "Dad, do you think we can wrap strawberries in this?"

Director Xia, who knew nothing about the kitchen, nodded hesitantly and said uncertainly, "Should it be okay?"

"Then...how about we give it a try?"

My daughter is right!

Director Xia nodded without hesitation, "Okay, but this won't be a good way to pack the whole thing, right?"

It seems really hard to wrap a strawberry without crushing it.

Xia Mang looked at the strawberry for two seconds, then took out a knife from the side and said, "Then cut it into pieces!"

Just do it!

Two people who know nothing about the kitchen are having a lot of fun together.

In addition to dumplings with strawberry filling, there are also dumplings with apple filling, banana filling, and cherry filling.

According to their logic, if strawberries can be made into dumplings, then there is no reason why other fruits cannot be made into dumplings!

There are even mixed fillings at the end!

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Lu Fengting finished his meal with his grandfather and remained silent while looking at the watch on his wrist.

Grandpa Lu was also a smart man. When he saw his grandson looking at the thing in his hand, he knew that he was thinking of someone.

"The watch on your hand was given to you by someone, right?"

"Well, how did Grandpa know?"

Grandpa Lu laughed heartily. "How could I not know you, little boy? You suffered so much when you were little. Even now that you've earned a lot of money from your patents, you're unwilling to spend it on yourself. This watch must be expensive. Are you willing to buy it?"

Lu Fengting's ears turned red from being teased by his grandfather, "Yes."

"Isn't it a gift from a little girl?"

Lu Feng stopped and looked at his grandfather without saying anything, but his eyes revealed his meaning: How did you know?

"Are you curious about how I know this? Hahaha, you said that if a boy gave it to you, would you keep staring at it? So it must be a girl, or a girl you like! Am I right?"

Although Lu Fengting was shy, he still nodded.

"Were you thinking about that little girl just now? If you want to, go ahead! Grandpa can do it all by himself."

"Grandpa..."

"Okay, go ahead. Grandpa doesn't need anyone to accompany him. We've already eaten the New Year's Eve dinner, so there's nothing else to do. Go talk to the girl nicely today and let her family see your attitude."

Lu Feng stopped to think about it and decided to go.

"It's still good to be young!"

Compared to the warmth of the Xia family and the peace of the Lu family, the New Year’s Eve dinner of the Fu Jing family every year is like a battlefield. You contradict me and I ridicule you. If I don’t have a good time, you can’t have an easy time either.

"How are you this year, Jing? Are you still studying hard? Hey, look at your cousin, he has already started working on a project this year, you have to study hard too!" Aunt Fu's son is a rich second-generation dude, but she still doesn't let Fu Jing go, hoping to use Fu Jing to help her son.

Fu Jing ignored her completely. He just ate and drank as usual. Anyway, we would know what would happen to him next year.

Being reborn will definitely be better than going step by step in the previous life.

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Ruan's Old House

"Sir, the food is ready. Would you like to eat now?" The old butler stood behind Ruan Junhan and felt distressed when he saw him standing motionless in front of the window.

"Uncle Bai, do you think I can still find my uncle's child?" Ruan Junhan sighed. "If I hadn't seen my uncle's life, I wouldn't have known he had a child. He kept it a secret."

"The young master will find it."

"Maybe. I've been looking for him all these years, but my uncle's diary doesn't record who gave birth to his son."

"The situation was too dangerous at the time. Almost everyone was watching the Ruan family, and several people in our family died one after another. Even if we had a son, we wouldn't dare to remember it."

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