The two of them argued and struggled for half an hour, and finally posted the couplet on the door.
Lu Beifeng asked: "Have you eaten the New Year's Eve dinner?"
Tang Jiaqi nodded and shook his head. He had drunk a lot today and was still a little confused. He said with a silly smile: "Does eating peanuts count as New Year's Eve dinner?"
"silly dog!"
Lu Beifeng glanced at her, took out his mobile phone, and asked someone to prepare a New Year's Eve dinner for them.
"Wait, but I bought groceries."
Tang Jiaqi heard the conversation, limped to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
The refrigerator is full of fish, shrimps, crabs, pigs, beef, sheep, various meats, and all kinds of vegetables.
She leaned half of her body against the refrigerator door, her big eyes were watery, and she said pitifully: "Xiao Lu, I don't want to order takeout, can you cook it for me?"
Lu Beifeng was stunned. Nowadays, no one calls him "Xiao Lu".
This title has a special meaning. Since he used to be relatively short, Tang Jiaqi always called him Xiao Lu, which is quite an intimate nickname between lovers.
Lu Beifeng said angrily: "Classmate Xiaoqi, I find that you are a little presumptuous now. You want me, the richest man in China, to cook for you?"
Having said that, I took the initiative to take off my coat and put on my kitchen apron.
He has eaten the food cooked by Tang Jiaqi, but he really can't compliment it. It's not bad even if it doesn't blow up the kitchen. The whole Coke chicken wings can destroy a pressure cooker.
It's just that Lu Beifeng hasn't cooked for several years, so he gave her a vaccination in advance: "I advise you not to have too much hope. Basically, if you eat it, you won't die if it's cooked."
"Hmm~ I don't choose!"
Tang Jiaqi smiled happily, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and happily put on her apron: "Let me help you."
"Then take out the crabs and shrimps and rinse them."
"Cut green onion and ginger slices for later use..."
Lu Beifeng was not polite and ordered Xiaotang to prepare the dishes.
He didn't want to cook too much for two people, just four dishes and one soup.
Tang Jiaqi was busy in the kitchen, her forehead was covered with sweat and she didn't care. There was no smile on her face.
This is her dream scene.
It is also the best New Year gift to give her.
I've been busy for more than an hour, and it's almost eight o'clock.
Seeing that the New Year's Eve dinner was about to be served, Tang Jiaqi quietly slipped into the bedroom, washed up and put on new clothes.
If she is alone, she doesn't have to worry about her image, because no one cares and no one will see it.
But the woman had injuries on her soles just to please her, which could not stop her from welcoming their first New Year's Eve dinner in her life with the most exquisite appearance.
At this moment they are a family.
Even if she is deceiving herself, so what if she is willing and willing to believe that it is true!
"Xiaoqi, where are you?" Lu Beifeng discovered that Tang Jiaqi had gone somewhere.
And then the bell at the door rang.
Lu Beifeng walked over and opened the door.
A man in his thirties was smiling and holding flowers in his hands.
When the door opened, he didn't see the person clearly. He said affectionately: "Jiaqi, I heard you are back..."
When he saw Lu Beifeng's face, he was shocked and he was holding a spatula in his hand. He stuttered for a while: "Are you Mr. Lu... Lu?"
Lu Beifeng hummed and asked lightly: "Who are you? Is something wrong?"
"It's okay, Mr. Lu, sorry to bother you."
The other party put away the flowers in his hands, turned around and left. However, he passed the elevator and walked straight to another apartment opposite.
Lu Beifeng frowned and shouted: "Come back!"
Hearing this, the other party trembled and trotted over quickly, wiping the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead and showing a flattering smile: "Mr. Lu, are you okay?"
"You live across the street?"
Lu Beifeng asked absentmindedly. He was still thinking about the food in the pot and didn't know if it was burnt.
The other party was stunned and thought quickly, and immediately expressed his position: "Mr. Lu, don't worry, I will move out tomorrow."
Lu Beifei smiled: "Thank you!"
The other party was frightened: "You're welcome, Mr. Lu, do you have anything else?"
"never mind."
After Lu Beifeng finished speaking, he closed the room directly.
"You are busy, you are busy."
The other party nodded and bowed, then turned around and trotted home to pack his things, carrying a bucket and running away overnight.
He must have a small amount of property in his family to live here, but his level of contact is relatively low, and he doesn't know that the person standing behind Tang Jiaqi is Lu Beifeng.
I simply feel that the case of Tang Jiaqi's father was reversed because it was from the top down, pulling out the carrots and bringing out the mud.
Knowing that Tang Jiaqi was at home these days, he decided to see if he could take advantage of this opportunity and achieve a wave of wealth and wealth.
Unexpectedly, it was Lu Beifeng who opened the door.
As a small businessman, he knew very well the importance of the name Lu Beifeng in Tianhu City.
To put it bluntly, if you sneeze, the whole city will tremble.
He wanted to pick up the other woman's woman, but he was afraid that the old man might not live long enough if he took arsenic.
If you don’t leave now, how long will you wait?
Lu Beifeng returned to the kitchen and waited for him to come out with the last plate of food.
Xiaoqi had already changed her clothes, wearing a pure white loose woolen sweater, black straight trousers, ear-length hair, and side-swept bangs that were intellectual and feminine.
She asked curiously: "I thought I heard someone ringing the doorbell just now?"
"It's nothing!" Lu Beifeng didn't bother to explain, it was a trivial incident not worth mentioning.
Taking a look at Xiao Qi, he focused on the brand new white shell-toe shoes at his feet, frowned and scolded: "Is there something wrong with your head?"
Tang Jiaqi's smile stopped in astonishment. She originally wanted to accept his praise, but she never wanted to be disliked.
Suddenly he puffed up his cheeks like a chipmunk and muttered: "You don't understand the style. Didn't you say that you should have a New Year's look during the New Year? Isn't it part of the ritual to change your body from head to toe?"
"The ceremony is a ghost!" Lu Beifeng was too lazy to pay attention to her. He had the New Year's Eve dinner at around four in the afternoon. Now that he has been busy for more than an hour, he is really a little hungry.
Eating steamed prawns, I couldn't help but sigh that my cooking skills were still as good as before. I smiled and joked: "Pretending like this? Your feet don't hurt anymore?"
"You're just pretending!"
Tang Jiaqi hummed a few times. The ritual task was completed and she didn't care anymore. She took off her shoes and put on loose and comfortable cotton shoes.
Beautiful and delicious,
Lu Beifeng had to admit it.
The little girl who was young at the beginning has indeed grown up, she is beautiful and has a good figure, and she looks good in anything she wears.
After Tang Jiaqi washed her hands, she took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and asked, "Would you like some?"
Lu Beifeng nodded: "Then drink some!"
The two of them sat face to face, eating the food, sometimes chatting a little, sometimes very quietly.
When we are quiet, there will be no awkward emotions. It’s just because we are so familiar with each other!
On the TV in the living room, Spring Festival Gala sketches from around two thousand years ago are playing.
At that time, it was full of stars and full of laughter, and the purpose was purely to amuse the audience. Even if you appreciate it from today's perspective, you will not feel out of date.
It's a pity that today's Spring Festival Gala is no longer glorious. In the past, whoever went to the Spring Festival Gala was popular, but now whoever is popular is going to the Spring Festival Gala.
Today's Spring Festival Gala, they just took a look at it. A good skit program had to be forced to be sensational at the end. Doing this during the Chinese New Year is just to cause trouble.
After some comparison, it is better to look at the previous one.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, the two sat on the sofa and watched TV.
Many people sent Lu Beifeng blessing messages, including business acquaintances and close female friends.
But he was too lazy to reply one by one. He only sent messages to Xiao Gu and Xiao Huang and Xiao Lan, and then turned off the notification ringtone.
Tang Jiaqi glanced at the clock. It was approaching ten o'clock, and asked casually: "Is there something urgent?"
Lu Beifeng shook his head: "It's not an emergency."
Tang Jiaqi groaned, squirming like a caterpillar, approached Lu Beifeng, grabbed his arm, and put it on her shoulders. She lay on her side in his arms, adjusted her position slightly, and moaned softly in comfort.
Lu Beifeng's face showed a touch of softness, and he gently stroked her hair as before.
The picture is beautiful and the years are peaceful!
After a while, Tang Jiaqi fell asleep. She had not had a good rest in the past few days. Perhaps it was during this period that she had not had a good rest.
A few years ago, I could numb myself with work, but as the new year approaches, workers take holidays.
She had taken care of all the trivial matters, both public and private, but felt lazy in her studies, and she began to suffer from insomnia.
Everything stems from the lack of security.
I drank two more drinks today, was injured and bleeding, and was already exhausted. Leaning into Lu Beifeng's arms, I felt a long-lost sense of security, and my tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
Lu Beifeng stroked her forehead and said softly: "Go to sleep if you feel sleepy."
Tang Jiaqi forced her eyes open, her blurred eyes full of stubbornness: "I want to welcome the New Year with you."
Lu Beifeng was silent for a moment and promised: "Then let's welcome the New Year together!"
Tang Jiaqi snorted. The closer he got to twelve o'clock, the heavier his eyelids became, like huge boulders.
As time passed, the sound of even breathing came from my arms.