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Feng Nanshu sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Jiang Qin, then shook the big jade bracelet on his hand.
Guo Zihang and Yang Shuan looked at each other while sitting in the back seat, thinking that they hadn’t eaten lunch yet, so they felt a little stuffed.
“What should we have for lunch?”
Jiang Qin thought for a while: “Kang Mailang’s instant noodles, upgraded package, content of 1.5 barrels.”
Yang Shuan coughed and said, “Uncle, we are getting tired of eating instant noodles every day at school. Can we try something else?”
“My Kang Mailang is different from what you had at school.”
“real or fake?”
Jiang Qin nodded: “Well, my family doesn’t have braised eggs.”
Hearing these words, the corner of Yang Shuan’s mouth twitched, and he couldn’t help but think of the instant noodles he had eaten at Uncle Gou’s house during the Spring Festival last year.
Just because my aunt loves to eat braised eggs, Uncle Gou made two buckets without braised eggs and one bucket with three braised eggs, and insisted that it was luck and no cheating.
Of course, that’s what he said, but Jiang Qin wasn’t that stingy either.
Feng Nanshu’s villa is a big one, and they spent four hours just posting Spring Festival couplets. By this time, they were exhausted, so Jiang Qin took them to a restaurant and ordered a table of dishes as a reward.
The next day, Yuan Youqin got up early and arranged for Jiang Zhenghong and Jiang Qin to clean up. Jiang Zhenghong was responsible for the public area outside, and Jiang Qin was responsible for the three bedrooms.
Then she and Feng Nanshu were responsible for making dumplings for the three days of New Year.
At this time, there was snow falling outside the window, the heater was burning in the room, and “Three Whips”, a review of cross talk sketches from previous years, was playing on the TV, and the whole atmosphere was full of warmth.
After Yuan Youqin finished wrapping her bags, she couldn’t help but look at Feng Nanshu, who was sitting next to her.
She was holding the dough and pulling the dumpling fillings inside, focusing and serious, and she was doing it quickly and well.
“It’s amazing. Last year, I said it was too tiring to make dumplings by myself, so I asked Jiang Qin to quickly find me a daughter-in-law. This year, I have everything.”
Yuan Youqin sighed secretly, and suddenly saw his son coming out of their bedroom with a broom on his shoulders and a roll of newspaper in his hand, rolled up like a cylinder.
“What is this? It’s rolled up so thickly and stuffed under the bed? You don’t want me to throw it away!” Jiang Qin stretched out his hand and shook it, with a proud look on his face.
Jiang Zhenghong was shocked: “You brat, how come you can find me wherever I hide?”
“Tibetan?”
Yuan Youqin came back to her senses and her eyes instantly became serious: “What are you hiding?”