"You two bought rapeseed, are you growing vegetables? You've been waiting for you for a year!" Zhang Meizhen sprayed when she opened the door, reached out and knocked on the Spring Festival couplet on the door frame. She said, "Did you see this Spring Festival couplet? Do you know why the red paper faded? Because this is the model from last year!"

Gan Qing: "Calm down, Sister Meizhen, if you don't let us in, it will become the model from the previous year."

Zhang Meizhen: "When can't we make an appointment for a date? Do we have to make an appointment while buying vegetables while a group of hungry people are hungry? Where is the conscience? Dogs, men and women!"

Yu Lanchuan: “…”

I accidentally turned it over.

"Put the pad first." Gan Qing took out a chocolate bar from the shopping bag as if nothing had happened and fed it to Zhang Meizhen. He said without blushing and gasping, "Why are you still bringing me out when you teasing Xiao Yu? The innocent props are under a lot of pressure."

"I am the innocent props, right? Who is the one who is slowing down?" Yu Lanchuan's eyes sank slightly, and there was no good words in his mouth, and he turned to Zhang Meizhen, "Meizhen... Sister, eating this high-sugar snack before meals can easily disrupt insulin secretion. She has bad intentions and wants you to become a Meizhen ball."

Zhang Meizhen held up the chocolate bar that she had just taken a bite: "…"

Little bastards!

This year, for air quality, the Yanning city has begun to ban fireworks and firecrackers. Yang Yifan got a balloon pump from somewhere, and hung a large and small balloons on the ceiling of the enclosed balcony. Han Zhou and Liu Zhongqi were taught to shoot with special small darts. Some of the balloons were stuffed with colored paper and some were stuffed with candy. The balloons on the balcony were "crackling" and the naughty kids were "squeaking" and the lethality of fireworks was greater than the lethality of fireworks.

Han Dongsheng pressed his ear and said to Mr. Yang: "Those old men and women are asking when you will start the class and want to learn sticks from you."

"I can't teach you my talent," Old Mr. Yang sighed, "A bunch of older brothers and sisters have nothing wrong with me. If I don't go to the hospital for a careful examination, I don't know. How dare I organize it and teach it casually - let's take a look, I can't even teach my own juniors well."

"A real master is to use finger strength, but most people don't have that strong muscles, so they still need to use wrist strength." On the balcony, Mr. Yang was like a big man, rigorously showing minors. "The fingers that hold darts are usually used to use the most flexible ones, and they can be held firmly and thrown out. The wrist twist should be as small as possible, like this..."

Under the admiration and nervous gaze of the two children, Mr. Yang threw the dart out with a very cool gesture, but the error of the dart landing point was a bit large - it hit the glass. The glass window strongly endured the unpredictable disaster, and then rebounded in anger. Yan Hao heard the sound of wind from behind his head, and quickly shrank his neck. The little dart rubbed his chicken coop and fell into Han Dongsheng's teacup, pouring a bowl of frozen oolong on Mr. Han's smiling face.

Yang Yifan took back his shelf as if nothing had happened: "...it was the result of turning his wrist over his head."

When Han Zhou, the life winner reserve, saw that the adults looked wrong, he immediately took the initiative to take the blame for his beautiful sister: "I'm sorry, dad, I'm not naughty anymore."

Yang Yifan touched Han Zhou's head and glanced at Liu Zhongqi, who was gloating, in a cold way: "Some children have a mother's fetus solo for no reason."

Old Mr. Yang was so angry that he stamped his feet and beat his chest: "One generation is worse than the other."

Zhang Meizhen raised her chin to the kitchen: "There are also people who don't lose their reputation."

In the kitchen, Gan Qing was holding a piece of lactone tofu in his right hand, holding a knife in his left hand, staring at Yu Lanchuan with his eyes and putting seasonings into the pot: "Put less salt, I tasted the sauce just now, salty... enough is enough!"

The stove and cooking table at Uncle Yang's house were not on the same side. When she was talking, she stared at the pot on the fire, and her entire upper body had to twist, but the knife in her hand did not stop, which made people frightened.

"Stop talking nonsense, I know how much salt I put!" Yu Lanchuan shouted impatiently, "Look at your chicken claws, don't show off, we don't want to eat braised fingers... What the hell are you chopping, have you done it?"

The lactone tofu was originally soft, and Gan Qing was half-hearted and chopped the tofu into a ball of mud.

Yu Lanchuan mocked: "Does this dumpling be made of tofu stuffing today?"

Gan Qing didn't talk to him, and there was a "knock" sound of the knife. She gathered the "tofu dregs" on the chopping board and sprinkled them into the soup pot filled with water. She gently stirred them with a chopstick. The "tofu dregs" suddenly dissipated and stretched into hair-like thin threads, flying up and down in the water.

Yu Lanchuan: “…”

"No," Gan Qing said calmly, "make up a good digestive soup."

After saying that, she rinsed the kitchen knife under the water, stretched out a piece of kitchen paper and wiped it dry. She swung her hand back, and the kitchen knife flew back to the knife holder three steps away.

"Knife skills are the true teachings." Zhang Meizhen praised.

Gan Qing walked to the edge of the pot and looked at it. He turned off the fire. Before Yu Lanchuan could even dislike her, she grabbed a handful of pieces of basil or thyme and threw them in.

"Hey!" Yu Lanchuan couldn't stop it, "This is braised pork, not curry chicken! Have you applied for a visa when you skewers any dishes!"

"I know," Gan Qing wandered aside to wash his hands, "The latest improvements have not been applied for a patent yet, so it is convenient for you."

Zhang Meizhen murmured: "...it's just that the seasoning is not too regular."

No wonder God-in-Lui Crayfish doesn’t want her in the kitchen!

Gan Qing usually cooks a or two of them. There are not many ingredients to use, and it is quite normal. There are many New Year's Eve dinners and many ingredients, which gives her the opportunity to let herself go. For everyone's life safety, Yu Lanchuan had to wait and stand by the side of the pot, holding a spoon, spatula and other weapons in hand, ready to knock off her claws for sneak attack at any time.

Mr. Zhou couldn't bear to see others working while sitting. He originally wanted to go into the kitchen to help, but he was stunned to visit a sword and walked away by the wall.

This chaotic New Year's Eve dinner finally came to the table. The leader and the little demon girl competed with each other, and each had their own winning or losing. So the normal dishes and the "improved dishes" were evenly matched.

Old Mr. Yang moved the sofa in the living room aside, set up the largest dining table in the house, with a rotating tray on it, filled with a glass of wine, and sighed.

Back then, when the five masters were famous all over the world, he was the youngest brother. He was with the legendary brothers who became famous early, like a little follower who made up the numbers. They didn't even give him more wine.

In a flash, dozens of spring and autumn were like floating shadows. He looked around and found that the rest of him had become juniors, and he became the first person on the table to raise his glass and chopsticks.

"This year..." Old Yang paused, and for a moment he didn't know where to start. In the end, he had to turn into three general words, "It's not easy."

Maybe his tone was too complicated, and as soon as he said this, the old people in the room were silent.

After a while, Mr. Zhou said: "It's not easy for any year. Or how is it called "seal" at the end of the year?"

Pass one by one, pass one by one, no reading, no restart.

Only when time has changed and everything has not been regretted, will you have the opportunity to look back and review, and then suddenly realize it-

It turns out that for many times, I feel that I am in a low position, but in fact I have just entered a deep pit.

It turns out that many times I feel that I am about to make a fortune, but in fact I just jumped gently when I reached the peak, and soon landed and rolled down the slope.

Lao Yang knocked the turntable on the round table with a wine glass and said his congratulations: "I wish everyone peace and safety in the coming year."

Yu Alliance Leader added tiredly: "Abide by the law and do not cause trouble."

Zhang Meizhen thought for a while: "Have fun in time?"

Han Dongsheng said: "Cherish blessings, cherish blessings."

Yang Yifan: "You still have to have dreams, such as getting rich overnight and buying Lane Crawford."

Yan Hao repeatedly rehearsed the "Happy New Year" several times in his heart, but when he came here, he still missed the performance. He hurriedly touched the wine glass and forgot to say what he said after a long rehearsal.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who said nothing, and Gan Qing didn't say anything. She just touched the wine glass on the turntable, drank it in one sip, and clamped it between two fingers and shine it out to the bottom of the cup - to be honest first.

"cheers!"

There were a few sudden firecrackers outside the window, and some people unconsciously violated the ban on release order. The police car followed the sound in a elusive way. Comrade Yu Yan, who had been in trouble for more than half a year, is likely to "promote his style" during holidays. Maybe he was on night shift in the angry police car.

The "chat background sound" Spring Festival Gala, which lasted for more than four hours, was launched, and young people's mobile phones began to quake one after another. While Yang Yifan was so busy that he flew his fingers, he also turned the tide several times, sliding the dining table to the topic of "urging marriage, urging childbirth and urging second child".

The little dart was too dangerous and was put away by Zhou Beibei. Gan Qing rarely showed off her skills and demonstrated the correct way to prick the balloon to the naughty children - she tied a sweater needle on the clothespin rod, held it up and poked it one by one, and rolled all over the ground like a rainy milk candy wrapped in gold paper.

Liu Zhongqi said angrily in a "crackling" sound: "So you just don't teach me kung fu! I'm ten ten minutes away from 12 final exams!"

Yu Lanchuan in the room and Gan Qing on the balcony spoke in unison: "Do you know how many people are in the college entrance examination?"

Liu Zhongqi: “…”

So the topic of the living room changed from child education to graduate and looking for a job, and then slid into the abyss of national economy and people's livelihood. First, two children were publicly executed, and the final transcript was taken out and analyzed. Then, adults who stood and spoke without backache were not spared. The adults' transcript was relatively simple, with only two subjects, one was "marriage and family", and the other was "buying a house after starting a career". Unfortunately, none of the rising martial arts stars here passed the exam.

As a "later student" who failed in any subject, Yan Hao was tragically educated by many elders. Gan Qing was glad that he hid in the balcony early, picked up a piece of milk candy from the ground and put it in his mouth, pretending that it did not exist.

Yang Yifan lazily carried his cell phone to the balcony, picked up a milk candy and peeled it open it, and sent someone a WeChat voice to him.

"...Don't mess around during the New Year."

"Aren't you not here that day?"

"I've prepared a gift for you..."

"Hey...what's the matter, why can we get together?"

Gan Qing listened to a few words with relish, and saw Mr. Yang "tsk" and ran out of patience. He put away his phone and stopped looking back.

Gan Qing: "Boyfriend?"

"'Man', some are, 'friends', there is no place to look for it." Yang Yifan took out a slender lady cigarette, "Little puppy - who made my hair, gave me some things a few times. He was not here to make a styling two days ago. I was too lazy to ask someone to find someone else, so I was reluctant to give up... I can't ask for too much breasts next time, it's clingy and annoying."

As she said that, she reached out to snatch the balcony locker and pulled out a bag: "He doesn't want to give it to you, a wallet, mom, both male and female."

"No, no," Gan Qing quickly refused, "I don't have money to put it in."

"If you don't like it, let me know what you like, I'll look for it another day." Yang Yifan smiled and squirted a cigarette, took it away with good manners, and opened a WeChat group on his phone. The members in the group were very active, chatting like a screen, and the photos were too flashing to see. There were famous brands, jewelry, luxury cars, candlelight dinners, and vacation scenery... It was a crazy group showing off wealth. Yang Yifan clicked a few pictures to show her and asked, "Do you like the bag? Does this look good? The new one... It seems that you have never seen you carry a bag except moving."

Gan Qing looked embarrassed: "This... Although I'm just eating and waiting to die, I have no ambition to be confined/raising for the time being."

"The gender is not in line - actually I've wanted to talk to you for a long time," said Yang Yifan. "Our old man told me that you are Wei Xiao's apprentice."

Gan Qing was stunned.

"That Wei Xiao..." Mr. Yang blew up the ashes, and after a pause, he added a rare honorific saying, "...Senior, although I don't know him, I have always been grateful to him. Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to meet him."

Gan Qing didn't understand why, and couldn't figure out what kind of interaction could Wei Xiao and Yang Yifan have with him for more than 20 years.

"You don't know?" Mr. Yang said, "When senior Wei Xiao was young, he had made enemies with some people? Among those people is my dad."

Gan Qing: "..."

Yang Yifan stood in the middle of a piece of gold paper and turned around: "Well, yes, I'm going to tell you that my dad's martial arts are in his hands."

Gan Qing said dryly: "To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed to stand here now."

Yang Yifan laughed: "Don't be embarrassed. My father regarded himself as a successor to the Beggar Gang. He hated others the most saying that he had no talent in practicing martial arts and could not get the true teachings of the dog beater. He was almost obsessed with the infatuation and did not have a serious job. His family was so poor that he still needed subsidies for his grandfather. He forced me to wear patched clothes and eat braised vegetables every day, which was called "traditional". I think it's good that he was ruined, and finally he could be a normal person."
Chapter completed!