I don't know how much time passed, but it was already eleven o'clock when Yang Huang got up.
When I got downstairs, there was no one there.
"Considering that everyone played too late yesterday and hasn't woken up yet."
Yang Huang was thinking in his mind when he heard movement in the kitchen.
It turned out that Mr. Feng was cooking dumplings in the kitchen.
When Mr. Feng saw Yang Huang walking in and cooking dumplings, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "These guys, if the chef hadn't been on vacation, how could they let me, an old man, cook dumplings for you so early in the morning?"
Yang Huang thought to himself: "You are really old, and you are always so nagging."
"Yang Huang, hurry up and ask everyone to eat. The dumplings will be ready soon."
Yang Huang went to everyone's respective rooms and knocked on the door, but there was no response from any room. Either he knew that they all slept here last night, or he really thought they were not in the room.
Seeing that no one responded, Yang Huang rolled his eyes and thought of a strange idea, promising to get them up immediately.
Yang Huang used the ring in his hand to send noise into everyone's room.
After a while, everyone walked out of the room with their bodies still awake.
"Oh, what kind of noise is that? It won't let you sleep even if you sleep."
Everyone complained in unison.
Fatty Yang Huang looked at the door and said, "Yang Huang, are you the one who made the sound? You're doing such a disservice."
The fat man complained.
"I just knocked on everyone's door but no one paid attention to me. There's nothing I can do. Mr. Feng has cooked the dumplings and wants me to ask everyone to eat."
After speaking, Yang Huang moved his eyes to Mr. Feng.
"Stop sleeping, wash your face and eat quickly."
Mr. Feng was still brooding over the matter of cooking for himself.
Everyone looked at Mr. Feng's unhappy look and said nothing. They could only go back to their rooms to wash themselves. Everyone did not want to make Mr. Feng angry on the first day of the new year, otherwise Mr. Feng would have to teach them again.
After more than ten minutes, everyone slowly walked out of the room.
Looking at Mr. Feng from a distance, he said fawningly: "Well...the dumplings cooked by Mr. Feng are just delicious."
"Eat quickly and don't say nice things."
Even though Mr. Feng said this, he was still happy in his heart.
Mr. Feng just likes others to praise him, regardless of whether it is true or false, he just wants to listen.
Sometimes old children and old children are talking about people of this age group like Mr. Feng.
After lunch, everyone was busy clearing away the dishes.
Mr. Feng was sitting in the hall watching TV.
I don't know who knocked the bowl in the kitchen.
Everyone looked at Mr. Feng in unison.
But Mr. Feng seemed to have not heard anything and was watching TV.
Only then did everyone let go of their nervousness.
"Peace every year, peace every year."
The man who broke the bowl comforted himself and said.
After cleaning up the kitchen, someone suggested playing mahjong.
Everyone agreed with him.
But everyone finally looked at Mr. Feng and asked, "Mr. Feng, can we take advantage of our last vacation to have some fun?"
Feng Laolian said without looking back: "You can play if you want. It's just a holiday to do all the things you don't usually have the chance to do, but don't bring down the roof."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out the door.
"Mr. Feng, why are you going?"
Yang Huang asked worriedly.
Mr. Feng left without saying anything.
"Yang Huang, don't worry, Mr. Feng will go to Mr. Minghui's house every New Year's Day."
Looking at Yang Huang from a distance, he said.
Everyone took out the mahjong machine and invited Yang Huang to join in.
"I don't know how, you can just play."
I didn’t expect that the gymnasium was so complete. It had everything, even mahjong machines.
Yang Huang returned to his room and calmed down to practice his magic.
I don’t know how long I practiced before Mr. Feng came back.
Everyone put down their mahjong games and went into the kitchen to cook dumplings this time.
The day passed so quickly.
Everyone also went to bed early, fearing that their condition would affect tomorrow's performance.
It was already past ten o'clock when I woke up in the morning, and the performance time was set at eleven o'clock.
Everyone was busy in the hall.
Some audience members even arrived early, waiting day and night for this wonderful performance.
At the designated time, everyone entered the venue one by one, and Yang Huang and Mr. Feng were the last to show up.
As expected, the two people's performances were as good as ever.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the audience dispersed one after another.
Because it is Chinese New Year, we can only host one performance a day.
After the performance, everyone packed up their props.
After working for a long time, I started playing mahjong again.
When Mr. Feng saw it, he acted as if he hadn't seen it and didn't say anything.
Anyway, idle time is idle.
Mr. Feng went to Mr. Minghui's house whenever he had time in the past few days. He was thinking that Mr. Minghui had recovered, so he was drinking at his house.
Taking into account that Mr. Minghui's wine must not be cheap. Their family is so rich, and the things at home are naturally good.
Everyone's tense hearts instantly relaxed when they saw Mr. Feng going out. Everyone who was playing mahjong quietly suddenly became confused.
Fortunately, it is a single-family building, otherwise the neighbors upstairs and downstairs would definitely come if they were making such a fuss.
Yang Huang was alone and had nothing to do, so he simply went out to feel the atmosphere of the festival. Yang Huang had never celebrated the New Year before, so everything was so fresh to him.
Yang Huang looked at the people on the streets who had no choice but to sell vegetables on the streets for their families. However, this also made it easier for everyone to go to other places to buy. Basically, there would be people shouting on the streets as soon as they went out.
The urban management officials are also on holiday for the Chinese New Year, so scenes that were previously invisible on the streets have been staged in recent days.
Yang Huang went to Zhonghai Road. He wanted to meet the little girl selling flowers last time. If the little girl had no family, she would be fully qualified to be sent to an orphanage. This was also a good way out for her.
But Yang Huang searched for a long time but didn't see the little girl.
"I guess he went home to celebrate the New Year. This is good. At least it can prove that he is a child with parents."
At this time, Yang Huang was also thankful in his heart.
If I met that little girl, I would definitely feel sad again. It would be better if I didn't meet her.
Yang Huang walked down the river from the bank of Zhonghai Road. Ice had already formed on the river.
There were some adults playing on the ice with their children at the bottom of the river.
Yang Huang felt very pleased when he saw these happy children.
After all, children with parents have a very happy life. Even if the children in the orphanage are accompanied by Zhang Huilan, they still lack a sense of mood.
After watching for a while, Yang Huang felt cold and walked towards the gym.
When we returned to the gym, everyone was still very effective in fighting and still having fun.
Everyone was minding their own business, so they talked when Yang Huang came in.
I only heard everyone in the room shouting: "Nijo, you're crazy."
Those who win are happy to let everyone pay, while those who lose are reluctant to pay.