"You kid, what have you been urging since you came back this afternoon?" Tang Yirui laid the dishes on the table and glanced angrily at Wen Siheng, who was wandering in front of him.
Wen Shuliang, who happened to walk to the restaurant, felt a little strange and asked: "What's wrong?"
Today is the Chinese New Year. Tang Yirui is in a very good mood. He got up early in the morning and wrote a piece of calligraphy and lit three pillars of fragrance.
I prepared tonight's New Year's Eve dinner with Ma Li again. After noon, I gave Ma Li a holiday and asked her to go home and have a good New Year reunion. She will come back slowly after she has rested and started the new year.
"Of course it's your son," Tang Yirui kept smiling. "My butt feels like it's on fire. I can't sit still all day today."
"He started urging me to prepare quickly at noon, and asked three or four times in the afternoon when dinner would be served. Those who didn't know thought that our family had given him a few hungry meals."
Wen Shuliang glanced in Wen Siheng's direction, and no matter what Tang Yirui said, he had no reaction.
Just knowing that his son was definitely not a restless person, Wen Siheng changed his usual calmness today, and Wen Shuliang felt a little strange since the afternoon.
Hearing what Tang Yirui said, Wen Siheng simply pulled out his chair and sat down, "I have something to be busy with later, so I have to finish my meal and go back first."
Tang Yirui immediately retorted: "Why are you going back? This is not your home anymore?"
Wen Shuliang on the side didn't say anything, and took the soup bowl from Tang Yirui's hand, filled three bowls of soup and placed them on the table.
When Wen Siheng saw this, he stood up quickly. Just as he reached out to put the dishes, he heard Tang Yirui shout: "Wait, wait!"
"Don't move! I'm going to take pictures later and post them on WeChat Moments. You don't look good."
Wen Shuliang almost laughed out loud, "Your son is also a designer after all, so you don't believe in his aesthetics so much?"
Tang Yirui rolled his eyes and said, "As a designer, I really don't agree with your engineering aesthetics. I can't let you father and son ruin my hard work in setting up the dishes."
In the end, he could only sit down. Wen Siheng rested his elbows on the table and sighed, watching his mother turn over several dishes and change their positions several times. It took nearly five minutes to set them up, and another nearly five minutes to set them up.
It took ten minutes to take the photo.
Tang Yirui's cheeks were rosy. She even wore a bright red cheongsam today, which made her face look even better. "I thought about the copy this morning. Wait until I post it on Moments."
Wen Shuliang started to get a little impatient, "It's not ready yet? The dishes are almost cold."
Tang Yirui then clicked her tongue and knocked on the table with her finger knuckles, making a crisp sound. Different from the original dull sound of the wooden table, she immediately lifted the tablecloth like a trick, revealing the table.
The black machine on the top.
"What is this?" Wen Shuliang was a little curious.
Tang Yirui immediately answered: "The constant temperature heater I specially customized can keep the dishes on the table warm, so I am not afraid of the dishes getting cold at all."
Really helpless, Wen Shuliang could only exchange glances with Wen Siheng, and waited until Tang Yirui finished posting on Moments before finally starting their New Year's Eve dinner.
After finishing the food in the bowl in a few strokes, Wen Siheng stood up and said, "I'm full."
As he was about to turn around and leave, Tang Yirui stopped him in time, "Why are you going?"
"I told you something happened." Wen Siheng did not look back.
From the afternoon until now, he originally wanted to leave early, but after all, it was not easy to leave without eating the reunion dinner, so Wen Siheng decided to wait until after the meal before leaving.
Before the holiday, he had probably noticed what was going on at Jian Anran's family. She should have known everything about it. She and her family would probably not be too happy when they returned home on New Year's Eve.
"By the way," Wen Siheng suddenly stopped and turned around, "Mom, please pack some food for me to take away."
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Downstairs in a certain girls' dormitory building at Luoyang University, Shen Huainan was holding his head in his hands, asking Jian Anran in front of him if he had eaten.
"Eat?"
Shen Huainan didn't say it was okay, but he asked about eating, and Jian Anran's stomach grumbled twice in response.
She held her belly in embarrassment, a little embarrassed, and her cheeks instantly felt warm.
Shen Huainan suppressed his smile, "Are you really not hungry?"
Jian Anran shook her head bravely.
He finally couldn't hold back his laughter, "Then I'm so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back. How about you come and have a meal with me?"
Jian Anran immediately spoke up and revealed the most practical problem: "The New Year's Eve dinner in other restaurants must be booked one or two months in advance. Now that we go out casually, we may end up having to go to a convenience store to eat fast food." ?"
Shen Huainan shrugged, looking fearless, "How about trying your luck? If there is a seat, I will buy a lotto after the new year."
Jian Anran thought: Your reincarnation was a matter of winning the jackpot, so why else do you need to buy lottery tickets?
Shen Huainan and Chu Chen are cousins. Although the other party has never revealed too much about his family background, Chu Chen's generous spending is obvious to all. By the way, everyone subconsciously feels that there is someone like Chu Chen. As a relative, Shen Huainan's family background should be more or less good.
Jian Anran secretly thought: Maybe he never needs to worry about money like he does, right?
Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Shen Huainan asked again: "Are you leaving?"
Jian Anran came back to her senses and looked up and down Shen Huainan's outfit, "Is this what you're wearing? You can't get a taxi when you go out now. You don't want to go to the emergency room to fetch water on New Year's Eve. It's better to go back to the dormitory and wear a coat." Right."
"It's okay, I'm still young." Shen Huainan smiled.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of going back to the dormitory to put on an extra coat, Jian Anran originally wanted to go upstairs and get him a coat of her own, but after thinking about it, the other party's 185cm tall figure probably couldn't wear her own clothes, so she thought about it. Finally, I took off the pink plaid scarf around my neck.
"Here," Jian Anran thrust the scarf into Shen Huainan's hand, "Here you go."
Shen Huainan was about to refuse, but the next second he heard the cold wind blowing outside, he hesitated for a moment and accepted it obediently.
"Thank you." He hesitated for a long time, and finally the scarf was tied into a knot like a tie.
No matter how weird it looked, Jian Anran couldn't help laughing. In the end, she reached out to untie his knot and helped Shen Huainan put on the scarf again.
The security guard who could still be seen when he just returned to school has not appeared since the Spring Festival Gala. The two of them were walking on the deserted campus road and passed by the Swan Lake. The wind was blowing very hard, and Jian Anran could clearly feel it. The people around me were frozen like popsicles.
