"Yes, Eagle Eye washes with its nose when washing dishes," Guan Ze glanced at Lin Yao's arched back and arched waist. "Eagle Eye doesn't look at it if it is washed or not, so it will smell it."

"Fuck," Lin Yao was happy and cleared the water. "Why are you dissatisfied with my image of washing dishes?"

"It's full, I want to ask why, you wash vegetables so much, just think it's a worm. If you wash dishes, don't you be afraid of splashing oil?" Guan Ze rubbed his hair, "It's a shorter pool. For you, you must wash your muscles?"

"This is an inexplicable habit, and I don't know why," Lin Yao continued to wash dishes, thought for a while and then turned to look at Guan Ze, "Is it that I am too polite? It must be that Jiang Yifei and the others said that I am very polite..."

When talking about Jiang Yifei, Lin Yao suddenly stopped talking. He remembered that he and Jiang Yifei were no longer colleagues, so he resigned.

After a while, he sighed: "I have to find a job after the New Year. Maybe my dad has to ask me to go to his company again, or let me go to my brother's place."

"I'll open a back door for you." Guan Ze looked at him with a smile.

"How to open it?"

"I'll give you a reason to Editor-in-Chief Qiu. You can continue to go back to work after the New Year."

"What reason?" Lin Yao put the bowl back into the kitchen and looked at Guan Ze with great anticipation. He was really willing to go back to work. His colleagues were all good and he had already started working.

"I said you were sneaked up by me." Guan Ze smiled and kissed him on his lips, then turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

"Depend on!"

During the Chinese New Year two days, Lin Yao and Guan Ze were taken to purchase every day by their mother, from eating tableware, and then they didn't even let go of quilt, pillows and blankets.

"Mom, don't buy quilts in a bunch," Lin Yao stuffed things into the trunk, and there were piles on the back seat of the car. "We don't have quilts."

"What do you know? Forgot that your uncle and aunt came here last year. I couldn't go back late to play cards at night. Our quilts were not enough to cover them. This time I had to prepare them all," my mother happily patted the car, and looked at her car carrying a bunch of things to stuff Guan Ze into the car, "Guan Ze, can you play mahjong? What is the Landlord?"

"City." Guan Ze smiled.

"Oh, it's great. I've been a gangster," my mother asked again excitedly, "Is it a good fight?"

"Mom, what you said..." Lin Yao sighed.

"Don't worry, you're giving money to others when you serve the table. This year you're still responsible for serving tea and food. Last year, your brother gave you 10,000 yuan and lost to your father in one night," my mother patted Guan Zejian, "You have to be good enough, and this year help me get back all the money I lost to your uncle last year!"

"Didn't my dad buy you clothes for money?" Lin Yao muttered in a low voice.

"Is that the same? Guan Ze wants to help me win the money and I will buy you clothes too!" My mother closed the car door and shouted unhappily while getting in the car.

"Yes, yes, it's different. If you win, you will keep it. I don't want clothes." Lin Yao got into the car and got helplessly.

"Then you're naked." My mother responded very much.

Lin Yao opened his mouth and didn't say anything. Guan Ze held back his smile: "I don't know how good my uncle is, I'll do it."

"My dad is really amazing. He is invincible in the whole family. When my brother saw him, he went down to have lunch. Only my grandfather and the others were willing to go with him. He dared not win." Lin Yao laughed.

Lin’s mother talks a lot. Sometimes Lin Yao likes to talk to her, probably because she follows her mother. And she has a very good mind. The first sentence also talks about what dishes to cook during the Chinese New Year, and the next sentence can make it until Lin Yao’s cousin’s child is in love just one year old.

Guan Ze didn't say much, and drove all the way. He liked this feeling. His family chatted with each other, without any scruples, and had no qualities. He used to be extremely eager to have such a family and a family affection, but all this was so real around him.

In the past, every Chinese New Year was a difficult time. From the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, he was not willing to wander around the streets. He usually found a place to stay for a day, listening to the sound of firecrackers in the distance and laughing with other children. The feeling of being unable to bear loneliness in the crowd once made him hate himself very much.

But when he thought about it carefully, he felt that he was actually lucky. When Uncle Ning was about to give up, he pulled him up and corrected his life trajectory. Even though he still wrapped himself up very tightly, he could start to feel kindness. When he saw him smiling and chatting with his mother, Lin Yao, who made him let down all his defenses.

The car stopped in the yard, and Lin Zong came out of the house with a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw the trunk open, he was stunned and shouted in a vague way: "Damn why am I doing? The supermarket is giving it for free today?"

"Help!" My mother handed the thing to his hand, then took the cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground and stomped it out, "I said I don't want to smoke at home! I'm so annoyed that why I always smoke at home!"

"I just smoked on the rooftop! I came down to get things when I saw you come back," Lin Zong walked into the house with the things in his arms. "I had known that Lin Yao and I had changed. I would go with you to rob him. Lin Yao and his father's house are cleaned up! I'm exhausted for a day and smoked a cigarette on the rooftop and was scolded!"

"Why don't you hire a hourly worker?" Guan Ze also held a bunch of things. There were so many rooms on the two and a half floors of Lin Yao's house, only Lin Zong and Lin's father were cleaning up. The workload was really amazing.

"I never hired it. My mother said that it was not suitable for a job, but it was not good to do it," Lin Yao laughed for a long time, "and said that I had to clean up and realize how tired I was. I didn't dare to do it in my daily life."

"Ouch," my mother shouted as soon as she entered the room, "This floor is so bright and waxed?"

Lin Yao followed into the house, and was about to praise him, but he saw that his father was standing in the living room without moving.

"Dad, are you wiping the floor?" Lin Yao asked.

My father half bent over and supported the mop pole with his hands, as if he was holding a crutch: "Yes, it's not waxing yet."

"I'll do it." Guan Ze put down his stuff and walked over to take the mop.

"Don't move." Dad still had that position.

"What's wrong with you?" My mother walked up to him, and made a robot move and stopped moving. "We are all wooden people."

"How can you two not do this?" Lin Zong took a cigarette and wanted to go to the rooftop. Half up the stairs, he had to stop seeing the scene. "Guan Ze didn't make a habit of underestimating things, and he was scared to people and thought that our family was part-time hosting mentally ill."

"Do you care about it? Go and smoke you." My mother gave him a blank look and continued to smile at my dad.

"My waist twisted." My dad said.

"Ah? What!" My mother yelled anxiously.

"The waist is twisted, no, can move." My father said word by word.

Several people in the family were anxious and surrounded them all, but they didn't know how they were twisting, so no one dared to help them easily.

My father looked at the few people with a cold face and was anxious for a long time. He suddenly stood up and pulled them away and walked towards the backyard with mops as if they were enclaves.

"Hey, don't move..." My mother shouted, and was stunned for a moment and then chased her and changed to screaming, "Brother Lin, aren't you twisting your waist?"

"I'm having fun with you," Dad walked into the backyard, "Thank you for the hard work of grabbing so many things back."

"Hey—" Lin Zong sighed in a long voice, "It's really interesting."

"I'm fooled again," Lin Yao lay on the sofa, pointed a little on Guan Ze's legs, "Sit down and rest for a while."

"Your dad is still playing with this." Guan Ze sat next to him with a smile.

"Well, most of the time, I'll be very serious, and occasionally I'll get crazy," Lin Yao laughed at him with his arm, "Just like you, I usually look very deep and have a cold face from an executive, but in fact, he's a fucking hooligan behind his back."

"I..." Guan Ze was about to speak when his cell phone rang. He had already changed back to his original cell phone number. He took it out and took it and took it. It was Ning Juan's number. He answered the phone, "Juan'er?"

"Well, were you busy before the New Year?" Ning Juan asked directly.

"It's okay, is there anything?"

"Let's see if you have time to have some meals, you'll be with Lin Yao."

Guan Ze thought for a while: "Does anyone want me to meet?"

"I really didn't call you brother for so many years," Ning Juan smiled.
Chapter completed!