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Chapter 1527

Chapter 1527

I don’t know since when, Nan Song has become the main force in their family’s New Year’s Eve dinner.

The custom in Nancheng is to eat dumplings at noon, have a big meal in the evening, and then have another meal of dumplings in the middle of the night, starting and ending.

Everyone worked together to make the dumplings at noon, but when it came to the evening meal, no one went to the kitchen and automatically handed over the kitchen to Nan Song. He Xiaowen, who also couldn’t cook, helped Nan Song peel a few dumplings in the kitchen.

Feeling confused, she went out to look for Wang Ping to count her New Year's money. As her aunt, she was under a lot of pressure!

Nan Song muttered to her mother, "Why should I cook the New Year's Eve dinner? If I had known, I might as well have celebrated the New Year at the Yu family, where I never have to do anything."

She has a bad temper, and Luo Yin has an even bigger temper than her.

"What's wrong? I'm just cooking a meal. I'm sorry for you. I raised you so big and beautiful and fat just to let you go to other people's homes and enjoy the happiness. Do more work in your own home.

Isn't it right? If you go to your mother-in-law's house and work like an old woman, then you should be aggrieved."

Although Nan Song didn't want to work anywhere, he had to admire Ms. Luo Yin's logic, which sounded completely correct.

But after all, she still had to work.

Baby cabbage, the ground is yellow.

Fortunately, she still has a good husband who is considerate and sensible. Yu Jinwen went into the kitchen to help, rolled up his sleeves, and asked, "Is there anything you need me to do?"

"It's better to be my husband."

Nan Song was so moved that he kissed the corner of his mouth, "I don't need you, they have prepared all the dishes for me, just put them in the pot."

Yu Jinwen glanced at the kitchen and roughly knew what she was going to do. After thinking for a while, "I'll make some soup."

"What soup?"

"Chicken soup, fish soup, pork ribs soup will all work."

Yu Jinwen relied on her opinion, "What kind of soup do you want to drink?"

Nan Song: "Then let's have duck soup."

Yu Jinwen smiled and said, "Miss Nanda, I'm sorry, your answer is not within the range of choices. However, you are the answer."

There was chicken, duck, fish and meat at home, so he could drink whatever she wanted.

After cooking, Nan Song broke out in a sweat and went back to her room to take a shower. As soon as she came out of the bathroom, Yu Jinwen was standing outside waiting for her.

On her body, she also changed into a bright red sweater.

He also held a sweater in his hand.

Nan Song wiped the water from his hair, "Where did the clothes come from?"

"Mom sent it. She said it was specially customized New Year's clothes, one for each person in the family."

Yu Jinwen pointed to the pattern on his sweater and showed her Nan Song's one, "We are a couple, two cats."

"This sweater is so tacky." Nan Song raised his eyebrows in disgust, "Can I not wear it?"

"It shouldn't be possible. The little brother said something disgusting, and then got a kick from Ms. Luo, so I quickly put it on."

Yu Jinwen said sincerely.

Nan Song couldn't help but laugh, "Mr. Yu, you are so timid."

"This is called Congxin." Yu Jinwen also smiled and strongly recommended it to her, "The two kittens above are quite cute. This one looks a lot like you."

On the women's red sweater is a little white cat with teeth and claws. How does it look like her?

But it's still pretty cute.

Nan Song took it and put it on reluctantly. Looking in the mirror, he saw that the fit was okay and the material was comfortable.

Yu Jinwen, standing by, spared no effort to praise, "It's so beautiful. People are all about 'clothes', and my little cat is 'clothes depend on people'."

Nan Song was so relieved by his rainbow fart that he imitated the kitten on his clothes, raised his paws and said "meow" at Yu Jinwen.

Yu Jinwen: "!"

Seeing Yu Jinwen stiffen, Nan Song looked down his face without knowing why, and then said: "..."

No, she just meowed. Why did he react so much?

It turns out that the old dried fish is so delicious.


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