Reborn In the 1990s

"It's not a" Hongmen feast " Fang Ruixue has deep concerns, and she and Cheng Yu, she has not said to Li Lanfang, although Li Lanfang may already know.

"Don't worry. I'm here." Chengyu hugged her waist and kissed her head deeply.

Cheng Sheng, who squatted at the door to see the whole process, said he was in a stable mood with goldfish, and was not affected at all.

The night was getting deeper and the cold wind blew in the garden. The room is warm. The room still has the fragrance of the new year's meal. The TV shows a lively Spring Festival party, and Fang Ruixue carries a set of vest red round cap. The house was chasing her cat, trying to make it fashionable and put on a new dress for the new year.

Huang Xiaoyun hides in the room to make a phone call, Fang Ruixue knows to call Zhang Haoran at any moment with her toes. Li Lanfang and his morning training partners sent a new year's message, the elderly can not stay up to night, this time first sent. It's not until the clock turns at night.

After a while of fighting with the cat, fangruixue finally learned to give up. She was tired to stand on the sofa to eat fruit, and watched the cat jump on Li Lanfang's knee flexibly with her fat body, and then found a comfortable position to stay in.

This is the most plain but happiest New Year's Eve, a family together, warm and happy. Huang Xiaoyun, who called, stayed for a night, and was the sweet dumpling filled with sweet sweet sweet beans and osmanthus. Even the stomach became warm and melted. The warm was soaked into sweet dreams. In the winter, the forest was snowy and flowed.

The clock at zero rang, Fang Ruixue leaned on the sofa and was drowsy. The mobile phone at hand flashed two times and a message came from Cheng Yu.

Happy new year. Good night, baby.

The two people's "Hongmen banquet" is not booked in a very high-end restaurant or restaurant. Because it is known that fangruixue's family is catering, Jiangqing moon decided to eat the meal at home.

It is better to contact feelings than eating outside.

Both are in the same neighborhood. It was very close, and it was only a few minutes to walk. But before going out, the Fang Ruixue family was just like going to the battlefield, and they were in a hurry.

"Snow, do you say I have a silk scarf around my neck or not? I always feel the shortcomings. " Li Lanfang looked in the mirror for half a day, and changed several clothes, and finally worried about her clothes and clothes.

But at this time, Fang Ruixue has the ability to help her choose silk scarves. She was all at her own expense, nervously sitting on the sofa shaking her legs, and sweating out of her hand.

"Xiaoxue, the gift to Chengyu family -" Huang Xiaoyun came out of the room with a large and small box. What he saw was that fangruixue sat on the sofa shaking her legs constantly, and even the cat had been wandering around her feet.

"There are a little more things to prepare, or will you help you pick one?" Huang Xiaoyun found a thing for fangruixue to do so that she was not so nervous.

"Ah? Oh. " Fangruixue went back to God and took out the contents of the box one by one. Pick the best.

Li Lanfang did not wear a scarf at last, but wore a necklace, which matched her sweater. Huang Xiaoyun, who had two hands full of gifts, teased the cat who wanted to go out with them, so that he could stay at home with ease. And fangruixue, she was pickling the door frame in both hands. I don't want to go out.

"It's going to be late." Huang looked at her and said, "it's rude to be late."

Fang Ruixue frowned and she was crying.

Then across two buildings, Cheng Yu has another scene at home.

Although the meal was set at home, in fact, Jiangqing month's cooking skills are generally the same, their families are used to eating canteen people, cooking skills have not been lit up. But as the master, invite people to eat, can not let the guest cook. So Jiangqing month can only be hard on the scalp.

The menu was set the night before. The ingredients were bought by chengyu in the supermarket early this morning, so as to ensure the freshest. Chicken, duck, fish and meat. All the things that fly in the sky, those running on the ground and those in the water are complete.

Living room window is clear, balcony aloe fat leaves also stained with water beads. The red fruits of golden orange are dotted with green leaves. In the fish tank on the bucket cabinet, the little goldfish spits a series of bubbles leisurely, and Gulu purrs --

br > Cheng Yu, come and help In the kitchen, Jiangqing is busy and busy. The fish just bought from the market, obviously he has opened his intestines and broke his stomach, but he still jumps around. He jumps out of the sink and scares Jiangqing.

Chengyu can only put down the game of just connected to the Internet, to the kitchen to save her mother.

In the living room. Chengsheng listened to the sound of the table and table in the kitchen, and asked chengzhaosong a little worried: "Dad, can we have a good meal this afternoon?"

"Well?" Chengzhaosong stopped his brush and thought, "nothing, it's not big for us to go out and go out and go to the restaurant."

Tinkle the bell - the doorbell rings.

Cheng Sheng stood up from the carpet and ran to open the door. The door opened with a small face he was unfamiliar with.

"Is this Sheng Bao? It's all so big! "Originally still quiet home suddenly lively, hands and feet are not very agile Cheng Yu was Jiang Qingyue mercilessly driven out of the kitchen, Fang Ruixue washed hands, took the initiative to help the kitchen.

"Aunt, let me help you." She even tied up her apron and took it off Cheng Yu.

"No, no, how can I ask you to help? Go to the living room and sit down. Don't be so smoky Jiang Qingyue is picking out the shrimp line. This job is too meticulous. She can't master it. She knocks on the door. She will pick it up four times out of five times.

"I'll help you." Fang Ruixue didn't find any extra toothpicks, but the scissors were right next to the chopping board. She took them up and began to help Jiang Qingyue cut shrimp legs.

Of course, Jiang Qingyue can't let her help. She can't be too timid in front of the children just because of her skills. So she banged on the stove and called out, "Cheng Yu!"

Cheng Yu:

"What are you doing?" Cheng Sheng appeared at the kitchen door with a half cut apple.

"Come and help." Jiang Qingyue said, "how can you make Xiaoxue cook here? You're just hanging around outside. What do you look like?"

Cheng Yu sincerely said: "she cooks better than me."

"To wash the prawns." Jiang Qingyue stares at him, gives up the position by the pool, and deprives Fang Ruixue of her apron and forcibly hangs it on her son.

Fang Ruixue sipped her lips and snickered.

Cheng Yu had no choice but to put on the sleeves and start the splashing washing activity. He is a mild myopic. Without glasses, his eyes are not as good as Jiang Qingyue. He took a toothpick and poked for a long time. He did not pick out the shrimp thread, but stabbed his finger.