"Have you never opened any of them?" Yan Hui opened the cloth bag and poured the red envelopes inside into the box.
"No, when we grow up, let's open it one by one together, okay?" The box was not high, just reaching Wuyue's chest. She stretched out her hand and stood on tiptoes, trying to fish out a red envelope.
Seeing this, Yan Hui bent down to help her take one out and handed it to her.
"Thank you, brother Yanhui!" Wuyue smiled and put the red envelope back. She ran to the dressing table, opened a drawer, and took out a beautifully wrapped small box.
"This is for you, brother Yanhui, Happy New Year!" She spread the gift in her hand, "I made it myself! I gave it to my father, and I helped her put it away for my mother.
this is yours!"
"Thank you!" Yan Hui accepted the gift happily, because he knew that every Spring Festival, he would make three gifts by himself in May.
He felt that he was lucky to be included in May as one of the three.
"In May, when you turn eighteen, remember to open all these red envelopes and take a look, okay?"
"Of course, I also want to know how much money there will be when we get it, and each of us will get half of it by then!"
"I don't want it," Yan Hui looked at Yuyue with eyes full of love, "I'll give it all to you. If I give it to you, it's yours."
Wuyue smiled, but before she could speak, she heard someone shouting from outside: "Wuyue, are you in there?"
"It's dad..." A flash of excitement appeared on Wuyue's little face for an instant. She turned around and ran out of the cloakroom, smiling and throwing herself into the arms of Feng Hao who was standing in the bedroom.
Feng Hao picked her up, kissed her on the forehead lovingly, and asked softly: "What are you doing in there?"
"I follow..."
"Uncle!" Yan Hui had already walked out and saluted Feng Hao politely, "Wu Wuyue and I are handing out red envelopes."
Yan Hui gives the red envelope he received to May every year, and almost everyone knows about it.
So Feng Hao didn't feel strange after hearing this, he just smiled and said: "Go down! It's time for midnight snack!"
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The midnight snack is rock sugar, white fungus and glutinous rice dumplings. The children lie on the dining table and happily eat them with spoons.
Because they all had nannies taking care of them, Yan Ziqing, An Nuo, Ji Molin, and Yin Xintian were happy and leisurely, each holding a bowl of desserts and eating them.
Li Yunchong and Ji Liuli were still in a long-lasting cold war, with one person occupying one end of the dining table. Everyone was already used to their stubbornness, so they didn't take it seriously.
Seeing Feng Hao walking over with the child in his arms, everyone nodded and smiled.
"Duoduo, come here..." Annuo stood up, pulled Yan Hui to sit beside him, and pushed the filled dessert in front of him.
"Wuyue, come here, aunt!" Immediately afterwards, she reached out and hugged Wuyue. Muzi quickly stepped forward to help. Annuo smiled and shook his head, "I'll do it!"
Feng Hao sat down, picked up the bowl and looked at Li Yunchhong and Ji Liuli sitting on the left and right, smiled and shook his head.
"In May, how many red envelopes have you saved?" When Ji Liuli glared at Li Yunzhong, his eyes were cold. But when he looked at May, he was much gentler.
"Not much, Aunt Liuli!" Wuyue opened her mouth to eat the dessert Annuo fed her, and answered with a smile.
"Auntie will give you more money every year, don't worry! You are definitely a little rich woman!"
"Vulgar!" Li Yunzhong, who was far away, snorted softly in his nose.