"You two bought rapeseed, are you planting vegetables now? It's been a year since you two!" Zhang Meizhen opened the door and sprayed, reached out and knocked on the Spring Festival couplet on the door frame, she said, "Have you seen this Spring Festival couplet? Do you know why the red paper faded? Because it was last year!"
Gan Qing: "Calm down, Sister Meizhen, if we don't let us in, this will become the year before."
Zhang Meizhen: "You can't make an appointment when you have a date. Do you have to make an appointment while shopping for food while a group of hungry people are waiting to feed? What about conscience? Dog men and women!"
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
Accidentally swerved.
"Put the mat first." Gan Qing took out a chocolate bar from the shopping bag as if nothing had happened, and fed it to Zhang Meizhen, she said without blushing and panting, "Why do you keep teasing Xiao Yu and bring me on stage? Innocent props are under a lot of pressure."
"I'm the innocent prop, right, who is dawdling?" Yu Lanchuan's eyes sank slightly, his mouth was empty of good words, and he turned to Zhang Meizhen, "Meizhen...Sister, eating such high-sugar snacks before meals can easily disrupt insulin secretion. , she has bad intentions and wants you to become a beauty ball."
Zhang Meizhen held up the chocolate bar she just took a bite: "..."
Little bunnies!
This year, for the sake of air quality, fireworks and firecrackers have been banned in the urban area of Yanning again. Yang Yifan did not know where to get a balloon pump. He hung large and small balloons on the ceiling of the closed balcony, and taught Han Zhou and Liu Zhongqi how to use specially made balloons. Some of the balloons were stuffed with colored paper and some with candy. The balloons on the balcony were "crackling", and the children were screaming "squeaky", which was more lethal than fireworks and firecrackers.
Han Dongsheng pressed his ears and said to Uncle Yang, "Those uncles and aunts are asking when your class starts, and they want to learn sticks from you."
"You can't teach because you have little talent and little knowledge," Uncle Yang sighed, "A bunch of old brothers and sisters who are old, how can there be something wrong with them? If you don't go to the hospital to check them carefully, you don't know it yourself, how dare I just casually. Organize and teach nonsense - let's see, I can't even teach my juniors well."
"The real master is to use finger strength, but ordinary people's small muscles are not so strong, so they still need to use wrist strength." On the balcony, Mr. Yang, like a big guy, rigorously gestures to minors, "The fingers that hold the darts generally use the most The flexible ones should be held firmly and can be thrown, and the wrist should be twisted as little as possible, like this…”
Under the adoring and nervous eyes of the two teenagers, Mr. Yang threw the dart out with a "swoosh". The gesture was very cool, but the error of the landing point of the dart was a little big - it hit the glass. The glass window firmly withstood this unpredictable disaster, and then bounced back in anger. Yan Hao only heard the wind coming from the back of his head, and quickly shrank his neck, the little dart rubbed his chicken coop head and fell into Han Dongsheng's teacup, splashing a bowl of frozen top oolong on Mr. Han's smiling face.
Yang Yifan took back the shelf as if nothing had happened: "...It's the result of turning my wrist over."
When Han Zhou, the winner of the life, the reservist, saw that the adults looked wrong, he immediately took the initiative to blame the beautiful sister: "I'm sorry dad, I'm not naughty anymore."
Yang Yifan patted Han Zhou's head, and then glanced coolly at Liu Zhongqi, who was gloating at misfortune: "It's not without reason that some children's mother's fetus is solo."
Uncle Yang was so angry that he beat his chest: "A generation is not as good as a generation."
Zhang Meizhen raised her chin towards the kitchen: "There are also those who don't lose their prestige."
In the kitchen, Gan Qing was holding a piece of lactone tofu in his right hand and a knife in his left. He stared at Yu Lanchuan and put the seasoning into the pot: "Let's put some salt. I tasted the sauce just now. It's salty enough!"
The stove and the cooking table in Uncle Yang's house are not on the same side. When she spoke, she stared at the pot on the fire. She had to twist her entire upper body, but the knife in her hand didn't stop.
"Stop talking nonsense, I know how much salt to put in!" Yu Lanchuan yelled back impatiently, "Look at your chicken feet, don't show off, we don't want to eat braised fingers... What the hell are you doing, right?"
The lactone tofu was originally soft, but Gan Qing half-heartedly chopped the tofu into a lump of mud.
Yu Lanchuan mocked: "Is this dumpling going to be stuffed with tofu today?"
Gan Qing didn't try to talk to him, the sound of the knife was "tuk-tuk", she gathered the "tofu dregs" on the chopping board, sprinkled it into the soup pot full of water, and stirred it gently with a chopstick. The "bean curd dregs" spread out suddenly, stretched into hair-like filaments, and flew up and down in the water.
Yu Lanchuan: "…"
"No," Gan Qing said calmly, "make a good digestion soup."
After she finished speaking, she flushed the kitchen knife under water, stretched out a piece of kitchen paper to dry it, and flicked her hand back, and the kitchen knife flew back to the knife holder three steps away.
"Knife craftsmanship is true." Zhang Meizhen praised.
Gan Qing walked over to the pot and looked at it, turned off the fire, and before Yu Lanchuan disliked her troublesomeness, she quickly grabbed a handful of basil or thyme and threw it in.
"Hey!" Yu Lanchuan couldn't stop himself, "This is braised pork, not curry chicken! Have you applied for a visa for a random string of dishes!"
"I know," Gan Qing swayed to the side to wash her hands, "the latest improved model has not yet applied for a patent, and the formula is cheaper for you."
Zhang Meizhen murmured, "...It's just that the seasoning is not very well behaved."
No wonder God's crayfish kitchen doesn't want her!
Gan Qing usually cooks one or two home-cooked meals, and there are not many materials to play with, but she can still be quite satisfactory. There are many dishes and materials for the New Year's Eve dinner, which gives her the opportunity to let herself go. For the safety of everyone's lives, Yu Lanchuan had to stand guard by the pot, holding a spoon and spatula and other weapons, ready to knock off her claws for sneak attack.
Mr. Zhou couldn't watch other people work when he was sitting by himself. Originally, he wanted to go into the kitchen to help, but he was stunned to watch a sword and sword shadow, and then slipped away by the wall.
This chicken-flying-dog-jumping New Year's Eve dinner finally came to the table. The leader of the alliance and the little demon girl fought 800 tricks, each winning or losing, so the normal dishes and the "improved dishes" were evenly divided.
Uncle Yang moved all the sofas in the living room to one side, set up the largest dining table in the house with a revolving plate on it, filled a glass of wine, and sighed.
Back then, when Wujue was famous all over the world, he was the youngest little brother, and he was like a small sidekick with those legendary brothers who became famous early, and they didn't even give him more wine.
In a flash, dozens of spring and autumn were like a glimpse of light. He looked around and found that the rest around him were all juniors, and he became the first person on the table to raise a toast.
"This year..." Old Yang paused for a while, not knowing where to start, but in the end, he had to turn it into three general words, "It's not easy."
Maybe his tone was too complicated. As soon as he said these words, the old people were all silent.
After a while, Mr. Zhou said, "It's not easy in any year, or what is the year called 'guan'?"
Go through one by one, pass one test at a time, without reading files, and without starting over.
When the times have changed and everything has been regretted, I have the opportunity to look back and review, and then suddenly realize-
It turns out that many times, I feel that I am already in a low point, but I have just entered the deep pit.
It turned out that a lot of times, I felt that I was about to rise to the top, but in fact I just jumped slightly when I reached the peak, and soon I would land and roll all the way down the slope.
Lao Yang knocked on the turntable on the round table with a wine glass, and said a congratulatory speech: "In the coming year, I wish everyone a safe life."
Alliance Leader Yu added tiredly, "Abide by the rules and laws, and don't cause trouble."
Zhang Meizhen thought for a while: "Just in time?"
Han Dongsheng said: "cherish happiness, cherish happiness."
Yang Yifan: "You still have to have dreams, such as getting rich overnight and buying Lane Crawford."
Yan Hao rehearsed "Happy New Year" several times in his heart, but when it came to him, he still smashed the performance.
Fortunately, he wasn't the only one who didn't say anything, and Gan Qing didn't say anything. She just tapped the glass on the turntable, drank it in one gulp, and put it between her two fingers to show the bottom of the glass—the first thing to do is respect.
"cheers!"
Several sudden firecrackers sounded outside the window, and some unconscious people violated the ban, and the police car chased after the sound. Comrade Yu Yan, who has been in trouble for more than half a year, as a single dog, is likely to "carry forward his style" during the holidays, and he may be on the night shift in that angry police car.
During the Spring Festival Gala, which lasted for more than four hours, the mobile phones of young people began to shake one after another. While Yang Yifan was so busy with his fingers flying, he turned the tide several times and brought back the topic of "promoting marriage, nurturing and nurturing a second child" on the dinner table.
The little dart was too dangerous and was put away by Zhou Beibei. Gan Qing rarely showed her skills and demonstrated the correct way to tie a balloon to the children. She tied a sweater needle on the clothes pole, held it up and poked it one by one, and the milk wrapped in gold paper The sugar rained all over the floor.
Liu Zhongqi angrily said in a "crack" sound: "So you just don't teach me kung fu! My final exam is ten points away from 120!"
Yu Lanchuan in the room and Gan Qing on the balcony said in unison, "Do you know how many people get one score in the college entrance examination?"
Liu Zhongqi: "..."
So the topic in the living room turned from children’s education to graduation and job hunting, and then slipped into the abyss of national economy and people’s livelihood. First, two children were publicly executed, and the final report card was taken out for analysis. Not spared - adults' transcripts are relatively simple, with only two subjects, one is "marriage and starting a family", and the other is "establishing a career and buying a house". Unfortunately, none of the rising stars in martial arts here can pass.
As a "underachiever" who failed a subject, Yan Hao was educated by many elders. Gan Qing was glad that she hid in the balcony early, picked up a piece of toffee from the ground and put it in her mouth, pretending it didn't exist.
Yang Yifan lazily carried his mobile phone to the balcony, picked up a toffee and peeled it off, and sent a WeChat voice to someone.
"... New Year's Eve, don't fool around."
"Didn't you not be there that day?"
"I also prepared a present for you..."
"Hey... What, why did we just get together and break up?"
Gan Qing listened to a few words with relish, only to see Mr. Yang "tsk", exhausted patiently, and put away the phone and did not return.
Gan Qing: "Boyfriend?"
"'Men', some of them are 'friends', there is nowhere to find them." Yang Yifan took out a slender lady's cigarette, "Little milk dog—the one who made my hair, sent him a few times, and styled him two days ago. No, I'm too lazy to ask someone else, and I'm not going to let you go... Next time, I can't ask for someone who is too milky, clingy and annoying."
Saying that, she reached out and swiped at the balcony locker twice, and pulled out a bag: "He won't give it to you, a wallet, mother-in-law, unisex."
"No, no," Gan Qing quickly rejected, "I don't have the money to put it in."
"Forget it if you don't like it, tell me what you like, and I'll look for it another day." Yang Yifan smiled and puffed his cigarette, put it away, and opened a WeChat group on his phone. The members in the group are very active, chatting like swiping the screen, the photos flashing so that people can't see it, there are famous brands, jewelry, luxury cars, candlelight dinners, holiday scenery... They are a crazy show-off group, Yang Yifan casually clicked a few pictures for her Look, ask, "Do you like the bag? Does this look good? The new one... I don't think you've ever carried a bag except moving."
Gan Qing looked embarrassed: "This... Although I eat and wait to die, I don't have the ambition to be nurtured for the time being."
"The gender doesn't match either—in fact, I wanted to chat with you a long time ago," Yang Yifan said. "Our old man told me that you are that Wei Xiao's apprentice."
Gan Qing was stunned.
"That Wei Xiao..." President Yang flicked the cigarette ash, and after a pause, he added a rare honorific, "...Senior, although I don't know him, I have always been grateful to him, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance to meet him."
Gan Qing didn't know why, and couldn't figure out how Wei Xiao, who had lived in seclusion for more than 20 years, could have any intersection with Yang Yifan.
"Don't you know?" President Yang said, "Didn't Senior Wei Xiao compete with some people when he was young? My dad is among those people."
Gan Qing: "..."
Yang Yifan stood in the middle of a piece of gold paper and turned his head: "Well, yes, to tell you the truth, my dad's martial arts were abandoned in his hands."
Gan Qing said dryly: "To tell you the truth, I'm a little embarrassed standing here now."
Yang Yifan laughed: "Don't be embarrassed, my dad used to call himself a descendant of the Beggar Gang, and he hated people saying he didn't have the talent for practice, and he couldn't get the true biography of the dog stick. I was so poor that my grandfather had to subsidize it. Every day I was forced to wear patched clothes and eat scrambled vegetables. I called it a 'tradition.' already."