Uncle Suddenly had a case that needed to be followed up, but he couldn't get out of the way, so the plan of the family going to see the sunrise together was postponed to the next week.

Ji Shixue and Song Ranran used breakfast and returned the yacht to the butler and drove back to help take care of the children.

Song Ranran's mother came to see a daughter in Qingyun late. Although Song Ranran has a high generation in her generation, she is relatively young. She is still in college, and her cousin has entered society to work, and some even have children.

Therefore, every time Song Ranran comes back for the New Year, in addition to helping her cousin tutor her homework, she is also responsible for accompanying her nephew to watch cartoons.

However, with the seasonal sequence this time, my cousins ​​and uncle-in-law are more attached to each other.

It was very calm along the way, only occasionally waiting for the traffic lights, the two of them turned their heads tacitly at the same time. When their eyes met, silent affection flowed slowly in the car, winding and lingering.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the Su family and the family have finished their work one after another. Most of Song Ranran's cousins ​​have gotten married and had children, and they have brought their babies back to visit their grandmother.

As soon as Song Ranran and Ji Shixue opened the door, they saw the little naughty eggs who were originally staying on the bed at home sitting on the sofa, staring at them with wide eyes, and a small blond curly meat ball was added in the middle.

"Good morning, cousin..." The little cousin, who was still in the first grade, and his cousin who was in the third grade blinked their big eyes together and shouted tentatively: "Cousin-law?"

When they called Ji Shixue's brother-in-law before, Su Dagu scolded him gently, correcting that he was not married yet and could not shout. However, this morning, Su Qinghan called them up and pretended to be mysterious and said that when Song Ranran and Ji Shixue came back, they could officially change their words and call someone to their cousin's brother-in-law.

Although they were confused for a long time, they still followed suit.

Ji Shixu nodded slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a soft voice said: "Good morning."

Song Ranran's face flashed for a moment and quickly disappeared. She walked over and picked up the blond little meat dumpling: "How did Engel come here? Didn't my cousin take a vacation tomorrow?"

Engel is a mixed-race little baby of her eldest cousin Su Qiao and her foreign cousin-in-law. Her eldest cousin was tortured by economics for more than half a year when she took the MBA. Later, she tortured for two years after getting the MBA. Therefore, before the baby was born, she gave someone a name and since then she is inseparable from Engel's coefficient.

"Xiao Qiao is still in the company meeting, and Li Si comes with her child first and is helping Sister Qiu in the kitchen." Su Qinghan came out with the roasted raspberry cheese mousse from Aunt Qiu, the butler of the Su family, and answered the question: "She heard that you brought your future husband here this time, and send our milk dumplings to find out the news first."

Li Si was the Chinese name given to him by his brother-in-law. Later, someone reminded him that the name was too popular, but he didn't change it, so he kept calling it like this.

Song Ranran nodded slightly and said nothing.

Su Qinghan teased the raspberry milk dumpling again, and pointed at Ji Shixue and said, "Engel, do you know this person? He is your aunt Ranran's future husband."

After saying that, he turned around and asked Song Ranran: "Did you not reach the minimum age to register at the Civil Affairs Bureau when you graduate? Are the new marriage law still 22 and 20? Or has it been changed?"

As the only woman Su who has been single to this day, she has automatically filtered all laws and regulations related to marriage and family at home and abroad.

Song Ranran shook her head: "It hasn't changed yet, it's the same as before."

"That won't be done..." Su Qinghan frowned and said, "I've also planned to attend the graduation ceremony by one of your graduation certificates and the other. I'll take the photographer in to watch the ceremony. The photographer graduated from the Film Academy and has made many movies with the great directors. He will definitely make you two like idol dramas."

Song Ranran, Ji Shiseong: "..."

Su Qinghan was still immersed in the picture he imagined, and did not notice the silent reactions of the two male and female protagonists of the idol drama. After a while, an idea came up: "Why do you get the certificate here? The age here is not restricted, and you can use the marriage certificate when you bring it back."

Ji Shixu held Song Ranran's hand and smiled faintly: "I can do it."

Song Ranran twitched the corners of her mouth, but she didn't say anything for a long time. After Aunt Qiu called everyone to eat the pineapple tower, she said: "My sister-in-law, just go over and watch the ceremony, so the photographer doesn't have to bother."

As for the topic of getting a certificate, she pretended not to hear it for the time being.

Su Qinghan had too many thoughts on his whim, and as long as no one mentioned it, she would quickly throw it away.

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When Song Ranran agreed to see Xu Boyuan, it was the Little New Year in China.

The 20-year-old family of Su family had gathered together and sat upright in the living room to discuss the New Year's Eve menu, and discussed the dumplings that were filled with flourishes.

Aunt Qiu, who was originally in charge, went back to the New Year. Grandma Su gave birth to five daughters, from Song Ranran's mother Su Qingyin to her younger sister-in-law Su Qinghan, none of them could cook.

In Song Ranran's generation, there were several grandchildren, but except for two grandchildren who had married, they could barely help their daughter-in-law, regardless of whether they were married or not, they would all be like a person who was not in a good mood.

The only two great-grandchildren are still in the reptile stage and do not have the ability to do things.

To sum up, only a few foreign males in the Su family can do it.

Headed by Su Da’s uncle, the men divided the work and cooperated, bought ingredients, washed vegetables, kneaded noodles, and chopped dumpling stuffing...

After the women said a few words of encouragement and expectation, they took the children who could not do anything to go to the park to play. When Song Ranran went upstairs to change clothes, Ji Shixu was learning to roll the dough with his eldest uncle and third uncle, while the second uncle was responsible for chopping the stuffing. The two cousins ​​were handling the semi-finished dessert left by Aunt Qiu.

Knead the white dough into long sections, break it into small round balls of similar size, and then roll it into thin pieces with a rolling pin one by one.

Most people who study the law are meticulous and orderly. My uncle was born in the law department of Münster University in Germany, and with the Taurus rising Virgo attributes, he requires meticulous craftsmanship and continuous excellence in any matter of big and small.

Rolling the dough is a manual job, and it is difficult to keep it from being less round. Most people will think it is almost the same when they see it. When eating dumplings, they don’t have to be round and full. All the dumplings are the same size.

But his eldest uncle is not happy, so he must be exactly the same.

Therefore, Song Ranran changed her clothes and went downstairs. There were originally eight dumpling skins of the same size on the table, but now there are still eight, including the one in which the second uncle was stuffing the dumpling filling in his hand.

"These, these, these, are either too thick or too thin, and are not qualified, so re-roll them." The eldest uncle pinched the two stacks of dumpling skins into a ball, threw them back into the basin and continued to knead them.

Ji Shixue said nothing, and kept rolling the dough with his head down.

The third uncle looked at his niece and son-in-law and brother-in-law. He opened his mouth and said nothing after all. He secretly patted his niece on the shoulder and rolled it out with his fate.

My eldest brother-in-law wants to take the opportunity to help her niece instruct her niece to cook. It is really hard to interrupt him if he is also an uncle.

"I think it was very good at my childhood. I can't tell the difference. Brother-in-law, you've gotten a little bit old." The second uncle, who was waiting for the dumpling skin to fill it, couldn't stand it anymore and muttered: "You can just bear it. When the dumplings are eaten in your stomach, you still care whether they look good. If this continues, we may not be able to wrap half of the dumplings when the sun sets."

Song Ranran looked at the posture and knew what was going on.

In the past, my uncle would also use this trick when my cousin brought my cousin's husband into the house, and called it a coach for the younger generation to teach my husband so that the couple would not be hungry when they returned to their homes.

However, due to the obsessive-compulsive disorder, the degree of tutoring and teaching was always not well mastered, so that later, several cousins ​​were trembling when they saw him.

She looked at the time, and it was more than two hours before the agreed time with Xu Boyuan, so she was not in a hurry.

So he carried a chair and sat between Ji Shisei and his third uncle, and helped with the rolling pin left by his eldest uncle.

The eldest uncle was stunned for a second and whispered to her: "Ranran, don't let the trouble here. You're not having an appointment for afternoon tea. Go out quickly and don't block the road at that time."

As he said that, he was going to grab the rolling pin.

"I'm not in a hurry. Just walk over and don't have to take a bus." Song Ranran dodged left and right with one stick and the other, saying, "I'll make it with Ji Shixue, and my second uncle will pack it faster."

"You don't know how to roll it, why are you squeezing here? You can go to the park to fly kites with your aunts and the others." The eldest uncle winked at her: "Don't interfere with us men's affairs."

Song Ranran pretended not to know, blinked her eyes and said, "I don't know how to learn, Ji Shixue doesn't know how to do it, I'm still learning."

The eldest uncle naturally heard what she meant at this time, stopped moving, fell silent, and began to think about whether it was really a bit too much.

Ji Shixue drenched his hands with flour, gently hit her waist with her elbow, and said softly: "Be good, go see your friend first and give it to your eldest uncle."

Song Ranran nodded gently, moved slowly, stuffed the rolling pin into his uncle's hand, and stood on tiptoe to his ear and whispered: "Uncle, don't make things too difficult for him. We haven't got the certificate yet, don't scare him away."

When the eldest uncle heard this, his face stern and glared: "He dares!"

However, his attitude was much gentler afterwards, and he even brought Ji Shixue a glass of orange juice for him to rest for a while.

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Song Ranran went out with confidence.

The place she and Xu Boyuan agreed not far away, it was in a cafe near MIT.

There were still 10 minutes left before the agreed time, Song Ranran arrived at the cafe, but Xu Boyuan had not arrived yet.

After waiting for a while, Xu Shu ran in, picked up the lemonade and took a big mouthful, and panted on the table, "My dad has something to do, he should have come here about 20 minutes later."

Sweat was still venting on my forehead, soaking the broken hair on my hairline.

Apparently I came running.

"It's okay, drink it slowly and sit down and rest for a while." Song Ranran ordered him a cup of hot milk tea and asked him to sit down first: "Let's just wait slowly."

Xu Shuyiyan sipped lemonade in a sip, then looked embarrassed, scratched her head, and said awkwardly: "Sister Ran Ran, please understand, the old man is pretending. My brother refused to eat with him or answer his phone call. He was holding his breath, so he was going to slap us."

Song Ranran nodded in understanding and said nothing.

More than twenty minutes later, Xu Boyuan finally arrived late.

Song Ranran stood up and pursed out half of the dimples: "Hello Uncle Xu."

Xu Boyuan nodded slightly, untied his coat and sat down opposite her, glanced at her faintly, and asked while looking at the menu: "What are Ji Shixue doing in your house now?"

The tone of the tone is plain and distant, but it is not as gentle and elegant as I used to say hello to a first-middle school student, but it is more arrogant and noble.

Song Ranran didn't care.

People have many faces, so it is normal for Professor Xu to have different attitudes towards the outside and the inside.

She remembered Ji's appearance of rolling the dumpling skin silently, with flour on the tip of her nose, and a smile in her eyes, and replied: "He and my uncle and others are making dumplings together. Let's have dumplings tonight."

"Make dumplings?" Xu Boyuan flipped through the menu and looked at her meaningfully: "My son came to your house as a guest, so would you let him do this? He came to Boston before, but his stepmother didn't even let him overturn the garbage. You didn't seem to be as nice to him as his stepmother."

His meaning is very obvious - Ji Shixue always holds it like a young master in my house, why do you have to do housework when you go to your house?

Song Ranran's smile froze, a little confused.

"Dad, my brother is happy to do it, why are you tangled with it?" Xu Shu whispered: "We are here to ask Sister Ran Ran to help persuade my brother to go home and take a look. Don't offend Sister Ran Ran again."

Xu Boyuan glared at him: "What are you not offending? I am an elder, and it is natural for me to go home for the New Year. He has come to Boston. Is it reasonable to not come back to see me and his stepmother?"

"Uncle, I think it's reasonable." Song Ranran said softly: "Last year he also celebrated the New Year in Boston, didn't you ask him to go home? Didn't he spend so many Spring Festivals before, did he spend the Spring Festival alone?"

"Last year is different. Last year he was not over 20 years old." Xu Boyuan's face was open-minded: "The master said that he had been incompatible with me before he was 20 years old. We cannot live together, otherwise my career and health would be unhappy. Didn't the Xu family let him go back to celebrate the New Year before? It's the same principle."

Song Ranran was stunned for a second, wondering if she had heard it wrong: "Master?"

"A fortune teller from China, whose surname is Wei, is said to be very smart." Xu Shu explained: "My father believes in this more."
To be continued...