After laughing and making noise, Zhao Mingze and Meng Ying called the three of them over and began to give them New Year's money from oldest to youngest.
Jianshu, who was standing at the front, saw Zhao Mingze take out a red envelope from his pocket and immediately reacted.
"Uncle Zhao, I'm working now and I've grown up. I can't ask for New Year's money anymore." Jian Shu said with a red face.
"You're only sixteen, why can't you get your New Year's money?"
"I've started getting paid, I'm an adult now."
Meng Ying pulled Jian Shu over and said, "No matter how old you are, you're still a child in our eyes. As long as your Uncle Zhao and I are together, you'll always get lucky money."
"Your aunt is right. Come, put it away quickly. This is the New Year's money Uncle Zhao gave you." Zhao Mingze handed the red envelope to Jianshu.
New Year’s money, money to ward off evil spirits, to suppress evil spirits and bless peace, this is the blessing from elders to younger generations.
Jianshu couldn't help but think that when she is old and gray, it would be a very happy thing if she could still get New Year's money and someone gave her New Year's money.
"Then I wish my uncle and aunt peace and longevity. I hope I can still receive New Year's money when I am eighty years old." Jianshu said.
Meng Ying was so happy, "When you're eighty, your Uncle Zhao and I will be so old. We'll become old monsters."
"So you have to take care of your health from now on, and try to keep giving me New Year's money." Jian Shu sat next to Meng Ying, hugged her arm and said coquettishly.
"Okay, okay, your Uncle Zhao and I will take care of your health and try to give you New Year's money every year. Here, this is the New Year's money from your aunt, please keep it." Meng Ying smiled so hard that her mouth couldn't close, and she also took out a red envelope and put it in Jianshu's hand.
"Thank you, uncle and aunt."
After Jian Shu stepped aside, Zhao Shuling and Zhao Tianrui came forward from behind.
"Lingling wishes mom and dad good health and all the best." Zhao Yueling spoke first.
Zhao Tianrui had never learned idioms, but he could imitate them. He followed his sister and said, "I wish Mom and Dad good health and all the best."
"Okay, okay, here, this is your New Year's money, keep it." Zhao Mingze and Meng Ying also gave each of them a red envelope.
"Wow, what a big red envelope."
Zhao Tianrui, who received the New Year's money, sat on the sofa excitedly and exclaimed after opening the red envelope.
Although he is still young, he knows that money is very useful and can be used to buy candy.
Everyone was opening red envelopes. Jianshu also opened it and took a look. Both red envelopes contained ten-yuan notes, and the amount in Zhao Yueling and Zhao Tianrui's red envelopes was the same.
The amount given before was five dollars, but it has doubled this year. I guess Jian Yucheng’s money is also included.
Every year, all children receive the same amount of New Year’s money. There is no rule that older children get more and younger children get less. Everyone is treated equally.
Zhao Tianrui, holding the banknotes, had already started thinking about buying candy, biscuits, marbles...
He couldn't help but close his eyes and grin, and he felt that all he saw were candies and biscuits falling from the sky, and he rolled around in the pile of candies.
Zhao Tianrui, who had never been to a department store, thought that all he needed was money, but he didn't expect that many things could not be bought with money alone.
And the money will not stay in his hands for long. At the latest, Meng Ying will take the money back tomorrow morning.
Only after he turns twelve will all his New Year's money be given to him at once to prevent him from accidentally losing it.
Zhao Yueling had only just received her lucky money two years ago, but due to the habits she had developed through years of education, she would not spend it recklessly.
I don't have much use for money on a daily basis, so I basically save it.
Soon after receiving the New Year's money, it was midnight. Suddenly, bursts of firecrackers were heard outside.
"Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year."
“…”
After they congratulated each other, Meng Ying went into the kitchen and put the dumplings she had made in the afternoon into the pot.
The hot water was boiled in advance, and the dumplings were cooked in a short time after being put into the pot. The plump white dumplings floated up.
Meng Ying fished them all out, called someone in to take them out, and then made a simple dipping sauce with mashed garlic and soy sauce.
Sitting at the dining table, Jianshu looked at the eight dumplings on his plate and felt a little regretful. He should have ordered less.
It’s only been a few hours since I finished my meal, and my stomach is still full.
Meng Ying and Zhao Shuling on the side had the same idea.
Zhao Tianrui looked at his and his father's dumplings, then at the dumplings in his mother and sister's bowls, and asked in confusion, "Mom, why are Dad and I's dumplings different from yours?"
Zhao Mingze looked at the noodle soup in the bowl and looked at Meng Ying with some confusion.
"These are the dumplings you made this afternoon. Mom thought about it and decided that Dad works the hardest, so of course he has to eat more. You should also taste the dumplings you made yourself. They can't be made in vain." Meng Ying explained seriously.
Zhao Tianrui poked the dumpling wrapper and said, "But I made them for my mom and sister. If we eat them, you won't have any left, right?"
Meng Ying picked up a unique and ugly dumpling from the plate and said, "Look, Mom has some here too. There aren't many dumplings, so Mom will only have one. I appreciate your kindness, and you can eat the rest yourself."
Zhao Tianrui looked at Meng Ying's dumplings, then searched in Jianshu and Zhao Yueling's bowls. After finding that everyone had some, he said happily, "I made too few this time. Next time, I'll make more and try to make sure everyone has enough."
The four people standing aside were speechless: Next time? There will definitely not be a next time.
After listening to their conversation, Zhao Mingze knew that he had suffered an unexpected disaster, but if he didn't eat it, would he give it to his wife and children?
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