Lord Beast, please let me go

Chapter 398 Talking to Mo Qianwen (6)
"What worries me is that if she brings such a matter to the old man, she may not even have a good year."

Little Advisor Jiang said: "Is the old man still inviting the Mo family during the Chinese New Year this year?"

"Yes, the old man is a stubborn person. In his heart, it may be a debt of favor that he will never be able to repay in his life. It may not be easy to persuade him. In addition, he has not been in good health recently. When the time comes, you have to talk about it." Have a sense of proportion, don't mess with him, let's talk about the New Year's Eve, it's hard to have a reunion, isn't it, what's the matter, wait until the New Year's Eve."

What Qin Yin said made sense, and the three of them naturally obeyed.

On the [-]th day, Jing Ning and Jiang Xiaogu posted the couplets outside the gate early in the morning. The villas here are all classical bridge and castle buildings. It would be correct to paste the couplets, but they still attract people. It caught the attention of many people, after all, no matter how classic and ancient it is, it is also a high-end community, but Qin Yin said that the Chinese New Year is to follow this traditional culture, so as to have a new year flavor.

In the afternoon, everyone gathered together to make dumplings. Qin Yin only asked Jiang Xiaotao to help, but Jing Ning insisted on dragging Jiang Xiaogu to join. Also called over.

It's just that Qin Yin guessed the process, but not the ending.

Five people made five different ways of making the dumplings. The shapes of the dumplings were really different. The most important thing was that they didn’t work well. Everyone’s face was covered with flour. The flour was regarded as a battlefield by them. Qin Yin looked at The dumplings on the table and the funny faces they had a lot of fun with. At the beginning, they criticized this and that, but in the end they couldn’t make complaints about it. Let them develop freely. I just hope that when it’s finally put into the pot, it won’t be a pot of porridge. up.

"Mom, Uncle Jing, when will you give the New Year's money?" Jiang Xiaotao finished making the last dumpling and stretched his hands in front of the two of them.

"How old are you, do you still need lucky money?" Qin Yin gave her a blank look.

"No matter how old we are, we are still your children, and we will never grow up in front of you."

Qin Yin stuffed the dime left over from making dumplings into her hand: "Here, let me explain."

Jiang Xiaotao looked at the dime in his hand, she would not pick it up when it was thrown on the ground, but now it is her new year's money, and she really took it.

Jing Tairan took out three from his pocket, and gave one to each of them.

Jiang Xiaotao touched the thickness, felt very satisfied, and praised: "Uncle Jing is better."

Then he stretched out his hand in front of Jing Ning: "Brother Jing Ning..."

Jiang Xiaogu also stretched out his hands, one for each of them: "Brother Jingning...sister..."

Jiang Xiaotao stuffed the dime Qin Yin gave her into Jiang Xiaogu's hand: "Oh, I reluctantly gave it to you. Put it away and wait for it to appreciate in value."

Jiang Xiaogu's face darkened, he stared at Jing Ning and said, "Brother Jing Ning, you can't be so stingy, right?"

Jing Ning took out two red envelopes from his pocket, first handed one to Jiang Xiaotao, and then gave the other to Jiang Xiaogu, Jiang Xiaogu was quick-sighted, snatched Jiang Xiaotao's one away, and gave Jiang Xiaotao his own.

"Hey, why did you rob me?"

Of course Jiang Xiaotao didn't want to.

"I'm young, shouldn't you let me go?" Jiang Xiaogu said and had already taken out the money in the red envelope, all of which were worth ten yuan, which was a thick circle. He was a little disappointed, it seemed It's so thick, and the amount is so small.

Looking at Jing Ning's calm smile, he suddenly realized that he had been fooled: "Okay, sister, I'll give you more, I'll let you."

Jiang Xiaotao saw that his wallets were all ten yuan, and quickly opened her own. Inside were Zanxin's hundred-yuan bills, which were the same thickness. Laughing: "Isn't this called being clever and being fooled by cleverness?"

Jing Tairan also laughed at him: "The horse stumbled."

"Brother Jingning is too cunning."

(End of this chapter)