It was snowing outside the house and the coldness was rising.
The room was warm, with cups of wine and laughter and chatting. Tonight's warm garden was very lively.
Xue Ling and Cheng Tianyuan are hosts, and they toasted and welcomed guests.
As the eldest son of the family, Cheng Huanran dared not be lazy and did not want to be lazy. He followed his parents to entertain guests and eventually took over the "responsibility" of his parents. He was the only one who came and went around the venue, and from time to time he had to whisper to the chef's assistant.
A few reminders.
The two protagonists of the chefs showed off their skills, and the dishes were freshly baked one by one, and placed on the flowing and thermally insulated dining table.
Cheng Huanran Wener smiled, with a glass of wine on the left and a glass on the right. Thanks to his mother's "inhuman torture" for a while, he could be as comfortable as any banquet, including his own New Year's Eve dinner.
Thinking of this, he secretly complained again.
I heard that he had to pack his luggage and go south on the third day of the New Year to attend a private banquet at the beach organized by a group of bigwigs, and then he had to stay there for a few more days on vacation until the tenth day of the first lunar month before he could return to the imperial capital to prepare for work.
Woo woo woo woo ~~~ He wants to strike!
Now I am going to apologize to my grandparents and then ask my mother for love and cuteness. I wonder if I can let him stay at home for a few more days? He likes home so much and loves the wonderful time of sleeping in and playing games for children.
Woo woo woo woo ~~~ He never wants to run away from home again!
My heart was already full of tears, but my handsome face was still familiar with an elegant and decent smile. I came forward and raised my glasses.
"Happy New Year! Eat more and drink more and don't be restrained."
"I can't say hello! I've always wanted to have a drink with you - it's my honor to give you a look."
...
Xue Yang sat on his eldest son on his left thigh and on his right thigh, holding the small one in one hand and holding chopsticks in the other to eat vegetables. From time to time, he had to add a little to his eldest son's small bowl.
"No, no! This is not something a little kid can eat!"
The child pouted with grievance and poked the spoon in his hand.
"I want to eat it! It smells so fragrant~~"
Xue Yang quickly clamped out the meat he had ravaged and stuffed it into his big mouth.
"Where is it smells so bad! It's not delicious at all! Come on, have some cauliflower. This is baked with abalone and bone broth, and it tastes great!"
The little boy frowned suspiciously, and his brow bent into a caterpillar.
"If it's not delicious, why did Dad eat it? I don't like vegetables, I hate vegetables!"
Xue Yang immediately raised his face and tried hard to act like a "strict father".
"Who said that you can avoid eating vegetables? People who don't eat vegetables are the best! Come on, eat one, if you don't eat it, dad won't ride a horse tonight!"
The child thought hard and asked, "Why? Didn't you eat vegetables?"
Forehead?
A dad couldn't hold it anymore and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, if you don't like it, you won't eat it. Come on, eat a piece of crab meat. Daddy is more sour than giving you a little sweet sauce, sour and sweet.
The most delicious!"
"I don't want it!" Xiaopeng shook his head: "It tastes weird."
A father pretended to be angry: "Who said it was strange? It would be fine if you don't eat vegetables, you can't even eat seafood! Dad is faster than the kids who hate picky food the most, and eat it quickly!"
The child had no choice but to eat it reluctantly.
"Dad, why are my brother picky about food... don't you hate him?"
Xue Yang chewed the lobster meat in big mouthfuls and muttered: "Your brother is still young, he is not picky about food yet!"
The little boy pouted and muttered dissatisfied: "He only drinks milk, he is more picky in food."
Forehead?
A father pointed at his youngest son who was sucking his pacifier with his cute eyes wide open, and he was talking nonsense.
"No, in addition to drinking milk, he also eats rice paste and other complementary foods. Look! He is still eating pacifiers!"
The child looked at his younger brother who was chewing the pacifier opposite, and had to bury his head with grievance and pick up the crab meat in the small bowl to eat.
After Cheng Tianyuan and Xue Ling greeted the guests, they were worried that Xue Yang was too unreliable and their grandson would not be full, so they had to take the child over and take him with them.
Xue Yang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately shook his thighs.
"Little Huzi! Come quickly! Let's have a drink!"
Xiaohuzi was about to raise his glass, but his wife beside him glared quietly and could only turn his hand back embarrassedly.
"That--why would you give me some champagne? Brother, I'm not sure if I don't accompany you! One glass? That's sure! It's just one glass, and the degree is not high. OK, okay, then one glass!"
When Xue Yang saw him working hard to perform a one-man show, he worked hard to hold back his laughter: "Cheers!"
"Fuck!" Xiaohuzi laughed and hugged him.
The poor little bamboo was stuck in the middle with hard work, twisted its chubby body, and watched the plates of delicacies slip away from the eyes little by little, and could only chew the pacifier with grievance.
Wang Xiaoxiao held Xiaoshuang in her arms, ate while chatting with her parents.
While taking care of Xiaoyu in the middle, Wang's father and mother were having desserts, they chatted with their eldest daughter about relatives and friends in their hometown.
Xue Heng and Xue Huan chatted and clinked glasses while chatting. Inadvertently, they turned around and saw Xue Zhilan secretly pouring another glass of red wine. They were so scared that they hurried over to stop them.
"Dad, you can only drink half a cup tonight."
Xue Zhilan curled her lips: "Brother Wu and I just drank a little."
"It's all one cup." Xue Huan snatched the cup away and said with a angrily and funny look: "When did your presbyopia become so serious? A big cup can be seen as a little bit!"
Xue Zhilan pointed at Xue’s father beside him and explained seriously: “Brother Wu kept drinking mine, I really only drank a little.”
Dad Xue was startled and hurriedly looked at her husband beside her and found that she was chatting happily with her younger brother and sister. Fortunately, she didn't hear the movement here, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes... I helped drink a lot."
Xue Huan narrowed his eyes and spoke very long.
"Uncle, you can't drink alcohol, either~~"
"Oh? Uh?" Dad Xue grabbed his cousin's hand, "I'm going to play chess with your dad, I won't drink it anymore." Then he turned sideways and used his slightly fat body to hide the wine glass in front of him.
So the two old men escaped.
Xue Heng and Xue Huan noticed nothing at all. They looked at each other and smiled, raised their glasses and cried, and were about to drink the items in the glass.
"Ah Huan! You can't drink too much!" Zheng Xiaoyi shouted loudly.
Xue Huan stopped embarrassedly, grabbed his brother's wrist and hid in the corner.
"No...no! You and the kids eat quickly. My brother and I go there to have some roast lamb legs. It smells so fragrant..."
Lin Qingzhi and Cheng Huanchong sat in another corner, gathering with Chen Xinzhi.
Cheng Huanchong and his sister chatted softly, and from time to time they took out their phones to probe, as if they were communicating something.
Chen Xinzhi and Lin Qingzhi were having and chatting gracefully, with a slight smile on the corners of their mouths, talking endlessly, talking about everything, and having fun.
More than an hour later, several groups of people left after eating and leaving, fearing that the snow would be too thick to leave later, so they didn't bother to watch the fireworks and hurried home.
At this time, Xiao Qi brought two stew pots and came forward to greet Lin Qingzhi and the others, and then smiled and left with Wang Luoluo.