Feng Jing smiled helplessly, "What my wife said is that her husband's hair is too fragile. Otherwise, during the Lantern Festival, I will make some sesame, walnut dumplings."

"Yes, yes, but I still prefer to eat meat dumplings."

Speaking of food, Su Hua forgot how reluctant he was to wipe Feng Jing's head.

The topic also opened, eyes flashed, and I kept talking about interesting things about food, "Actually, I still prefer to eat flat food. The meat filling of flat food is more and bigger. The noodles are not good, and the skin is very thick. I have eaten dumplings that are big in fists before. Oh my God, that person even told me that it was dumplings, which were twice as big as Yeerba. It became a psychological shadow of my mind, which made me not like to eat dumplings now."

"There is such a thing. The person the lady mentioned is not you, right?"

"..." Su Hua pinched Feng Jing's shoulder in anger. "How can you say this? I'm not a friend out of nothing. Am I a person who can cook dumplings? Can I knead noodles? When kneading noodles, the flour basin will suffer. I can't make dumplings as big as fists."

Is there any difference between the two? Feng Jing laughed dullly when he heard this, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud, because he was afraid that his shoulders or hair would suffer again.

"I've eaten dumplings as big as fists made by others. Only in one bowl can I put down a dumpling. The taste is not good. The leeks are bitter and I don't know how to make them. It's really a waste of resources." This matter is not easy to explain. Anyway, it's a good thing that a guy who wasted food in the team in his previous life did.

Feng Jing felt Su Hua relaxing behind him, and wiped his head with his hands much gentler. Sure enough, the topic of food could make her relaxed. "My wife can rest assured that her husband's cooking skills are still guaranteed. I will make fresh meat dumplings with thin skin and a lot of stuffing for you. I will roll the skin thinner for tomorrow night."

"Okay." In fact, Su Huan didn't know much about the New Year. During the modern New Year, she knew that the New Year was about to be celebrated during the winter vacation. She was in a daze about life.

It was only when the Spring Festival Gala was played that she realized it was New Year's Eve.

Especially in the end of the world, even fewer people celebrate the New Year.

After all, zombies will not celebrate the New Year and zombies will not take holidays. These psychics will not take holidays and may not be able to wait for the turn to rest.

So when it comes to the New Year, she remembers that many people sit together and play the Spring Festival Gala as background music. The coffee table is filled with staple food, snacks, cards, games, games, dealing with relatives or bragging, and fireworks show in the early morning.

She really didn't understand what the Chinese New Year tasted, and she didn't understand it before.

So at this moment, Feng Jing was talking about the New Year, and she felt that she couldn't talk. The modern Chinese New Year should be different from the ancient Chinese New Year. She is a layman, just shut up.

There is only delicious food, she knows what she wants to eat.

Thinking about it, Su Hua felt that she had failed and didn't know anything. If she hadn't had this supernatural power, how could she have been doing in ancient times?

Feng Jing talked about the New Year for a long time, but only Su Huan got the only one who was right, ah, oh, I knew that she didn't understand these things very well, so she couldn't get into it.

He also understood that she had been confused by her brother's head a few years ago, so he stopped talking about the New Year and asked, "At that time, we elders will send red envelopes to our younger brothers and sisters. How big is the red envelopes will be given to Zhen'er and Wan'er?"

"Stop 66 cents." Su Hua said after thinking carefully.

Feng Jing turned around, looked up at Su Huan's eyes and confirmed, "66wen?"

In his impression, Su Huan was not a stingy person, especially when facing younger brothers and sisters, he was not a harsh person, but 66 articles were too few.

"Maybe my wife is worried that the family's money is not enough? I still have some money on me, and I will invest other money to set up a bureau for the sugar factory. I will be able to recover it in a while. My wife doesn't have to be so frugal." Feng Jing reflected in his heart, is he unable to give Su Hua a sense of security?

Su Hua hugged Feng Jing's face with both hands and slowly turned him back, "Wan'er is still young and doesn't go out much. No matter how much money she gives her, she can't use it. Zhen'er is away, and there are many places to use money, but if she gives Zhen'er a lot of red envelopes and gives Wan'er less, it would be unfair. In fact, sending red envelopes is just for a festive look. A child gives 66 texts. I think it's quite a lot. They are all sugar workers in the sugar factory for two months' wages."

"As for the children's food and clothing, we will give it to you anyway, so there is no need to give it too much during the Chinese New Year."

Feng Jing nodded, "My wife is thinking about it. How many red envelopes will be given to Cheng Jingrui and the others at that time?"

"It's all 66 articles, which is quite a good number. And if we give too much, it's not easy for the village chief and others to reply to us. I think 66 articles are pretty good." Su Hua felt that this time she was definitely a bowl of water and was not just a good deal, but she also had concerns about all aspects. This time she really thought about how to send red envelopes.

The two of them said for a long time, but they didn't feel boring and unsatisfied. As they wiped, Su Hua felt that Feng Jing's hair had also dried up, so he patted him on the shoulder, "Okay, your hair is dry, why are you washing your hair in the middle of the night?"

Didn’t that be on the road today, and was worried about what you said so much that Feng Jing took the veil back and stood up from the bed pedal reluctantly.

Su Hua took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed. When he turned around, he found Feng Jing still standing beside the bed. He whispered, "You can blow the lights out. My brother should be asleep and didn't stare at us anymore. When you go back, whisper and don't wake him up."

Feng Jing looked up at Su Huan with grievance, which made Su Huan feel guilty for no reason.

"Opening and closing the door will definitely wake people up. Let me sleep in your room tonight."

“I sleep on the pedal.”

“Never go to bed.”

Why is this man so shameless? He rolled up and down his throat and couldn't yell, "You're too bullying."

After muttering, Su Huan lay on the bed and pulled up the quilt to cover her face, rolled up, wrapping herself up like a cocoon.

It was definitely not that she was soft-hearted or that she had any lust towards him. She was just afraid of disturbing her younger brother. She didn't know who she looked like a mother-in-law.

"Blow up the light, sleep, the quilt is in the cabinet, you can take it yourself, don't make a noise."

Feng Jing smiled, went up to open the cabinet, took a mattress and laid it on the bed pedal, took another quilt and a pillow, blew the light, and lay down.

It's worth his care and teaching to Su Zhen along the way, and this brother-in-law is still very helpful.
Chapter completed!