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"Is it hot, why don't I feel it?"

Ji Zuo asked knowingly, opened his coat a little first, and took a step closer to Wang Ping; Wang Ping subconsciously shrank back, the bones behind him pressed against the hard wall.

Wang Ping still put his hands on his ears and gently rubbed them, looking up at Ji Zou, feeling very guilty.

"It's just...it's very hot." Wang Ping didn't dare to look Ji Zuo in the eye.

"If it's hot...why rub your ears."

Ji Zuo lowered his head, as if he wanted to take a closer look at Wang Ping's ears. He moved closer and closer to Wang Ping, his lips almost touching the latter's eyes.

The distance between the two of them is so close, Wang Ping can smell the calm wood fragrance from Ji Wen's body, and... and the mint fragrance in his mouth.

Wang Ping rubbed his ears faster and faster, until the tips of his ears were almost bald.

"I just have to rub my eyes, the New Year is to rub my ears, you...don't you know!"

The problem is not rubbing ears!

Wang Ping finally came to his senses, stretched out his hand, and pushed Ji away.

Wang Ping took two steps to the side, covered his ears, and looked back at Ji Zou: "You are ignorant, I don't care about you! Let's... let's go shopping quickly, or the market will... close!"

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After Wang Ping finished speaking, he ran to the elevator as quickly as a rabbit—he seemed to have suddenly become very interested in elevator operation, and carefully read the instructions above.

Ji Zuo walked towards Wang Ping slowly, walked behind him, and looked at his back.

If it was only 50.00% sure just now, it has risen to 80.00% now.

Wang Ping told himself...

Ji Zuo smiled, looked at Wang Ping, who was reflected in the light from the elevator door, and didn't say anything - you can't bully people too hard at one time, if you become angry from embarrassment, it would be bad if you run away.

Wang Ping's heartbeat was so strong that he could run out of his chest, he rushed in as soon as the elevator came, and ran out when he reached the first floor, leaving the actor who was about to drive.

The sunshine outside the dormitory building was perfect, and Wang Ping's ears were even redder in the sunlight.

It may have been exposed to the sun, scorching hot.

After a while, Ji walked up the car, but Wang Ping didn't go to the co-pilot, he pulled the back seat, excused himself to take a nap, and went up to lie down.

Ji Zou glanced at Wang Ping from the rearview mirror - at first, Wang Ping really tossed and turned a little annoyed, but after a long time, this man's heart was bigger than the sea, and he actually fell asleep.

After waiting for three or ten minutes, Ji walked in and parked at the gate of the farmer's market. Wang Ping woke up, his ears were not burning, and he was not shy. Basically, he completely forgot about the episode just now.

Wang Ping dragged Ji into the market, and as soon as he entered, he felt warm wind blowing against his face.

The vegetable market is dominated by the smell of cooked food. Because the Spring Festival is approaching, every stall has been cleaned up, clean and full.

The two of them had just walked a few steps when they heard a "crash", and a pile of chicken cakes were freshly baked and put into a stainless steel dinner plate by the shopkeeper.

The smell of freshly baked chicken cakes was overflowing, and the last time Wang Ping ate seriously was at noon yesterday, smelling the smell, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Little brother." Seeing Wang Ping like this, the owner's wife held up a piece of cake and shook it at him with a smile, "Come and have a taste, does my home taste good?"

"Thank you!"

Wang Ping was not too polite, took the chicken cake from the proprietress's hand, broke it open, blew on it, and took a bite, then Wang Ping's eyes widened in surprise.

Wang Ping didn't take a second bite, but turned to Ji Zou and held up the cake at him.

Just as Wang Ping was about to feed the cake to Ji Zou's lips, he suddenly thought of something and dropped his arm quickly.

"You...you can eat it by yourself..."

Wang Ping stuffed the half of the cake into Ji Zuo's hand.

It may be that the cake was too hot, and the heat reached his face, and Wang Ping's face began to turn red again, spreading all the way to the end of his eyes, ears, and back of his neck.

Ji Zuo took the cake, took a bite, looked at Wang Ping's ears, then at the cake, and couldn't help laughing: "Well, it's delicious."

"Really?" Wang Ping immediately looked at Ji Zou's expression - he had an intuition that Ji Zou was really happy.

Ji Zuo was happy, and Wang Ping was also happy. He immediately took out his wallet and turned to the proprietress: "If it tastes good, buy it—the proprietress, buy me five catties."

The proprietress: "...?"

Chicken cakes are so light that they don't weigh the scale, five catties... Are you going to eat them forever?

The proprietress glanced at Ji Zuo who was following Wang Ping.

"Five catties is too much, the two of us can't finish it." Ji Zuo walked to Wang Ping and said patiently, "I have something else I want to eat, you can buy me something else."

"Okay!" Wang Ping followed suit, "Then weigh less—what else do you want to eat? Pick whatever you want! You're welcome! I'll take over your New Year's Eve dinner tonight!"

This sentence actually makes visiting a farmer's market look like visiting a top luxury store.

Ji Zou looked around and said simply, "Let's fry shredded pork with potatoes."

This is not difficult at all.

Wang Ping stuffed the cake to Ji Zuo and asked him to eat it while walking, and when he turned around, he saw a stall selling potatoes, and then went to buy potatoes.

"How do you choose potatoes?" Wang Ping asked the boss.

"You don't need to choose potatoes." The boss said in a gruff and confident voice, "Every potato in my house is the best!"

"……real or fake……"

Wang Ping didn't quite believe this kind of bragging, but he really didn't know how to choose potatoes. Just then a middle-aged woman came over, so Wang Ping carried a plastic bag and followed her to pick potatoes furtively.

Ji Zou held the fragrant cake and stood behind Wang Ping to watch him busy.

There is a window above Wang Ping's head, and the sun shines in obliquely, and the tomato in Wang Ping's hand is illuminated by the sun.

Sprinkled some water, very smart.

Just like Wang Ping, who obviously just bowed his head to pick a potato, but wished it was as beautiful as a painting.

The warmth that had been going on since Wang Ping came back made Ji Zuo's chest churn.

Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping for a while, and suddenly saw a door-to-door delivery sign at the booth next door, with a WeChat QR code on it.

Ji Zuo glanced at Wang Ping, who was carefully picking potatoes, took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and added the boss.

Food delivery: [Hello. 】

Ji Zou: [Hi boss, is there still food delivery today? 】

Delivering the food to the door, I asked for the address of the next season, and Ji walked back with a string of numbers.

Food delivered to your door: [You can do it before four o'clock, and then you'll be home for the New Year's Eve dinner. 】

Ji Zou: [Then can you help me buy some other things in the market? 】

Delivering food to your door: [That will cost extra. 】

Ji Zou directly forwarded a [-] red envelope to the boss: [Travel expenses, others are calculated separately. 】

Deliver food to your door: [OK!Just give me your address and call me for any dishes you want. 】

Ji Zuo glanced at the various vegetables at the vegetable stall next door, and was typing the name of the vegetables with his head down. Before he had lost two, he saw a small shadow appearing in front of him.

Fresh earthy flavors hit the nose.

Wang Ping held up a bag of potatoes and showed it to Ji Zou as if offering a treasure.

"Look, I selected them carefully! Is the quality good?" Wang Ping was very proud.

Ji Zuo glanced at it, and could see that these potatoes were only one step away from sprouting.

"Brother Wang Ping, you know how to choose." Ji Zuo said sincerely.

"Average, third in the world." Wang Ping straightened his chest proudly, "OK, next one, what do you want to eat?"

Holding the potatoes in his hand, Wang Ping watched Ji Zou seriously.

His junior looked far away, as if he was thinking seriously.

After a while, Ji Zuo smiled slightly and looked at Wang Ping: "As long as it's your cooking."

"I want to eat all of them."

·

Foul, this answer, it's foul!

The heat in Wang Ping's ears could not be subsided, he faltered a few words in front of Ji Zuo, and finally ran away with the potatoes in his hands.

Ji Zuo received a notice from Wang Ping on WeChat saying that he would meet at the door. After waiting for more than two hours, he saw Wang Ping come out with a lot of vegetables and pork ribs.

When the two returned to the dormitory building, Wang Ping threw a large pile of vegetables into his room.

"From now on, you don't need to worry about anything." Wang Ping said confidently to Ji Zuo, "I'll make you a New Year's Eve dinner, and I'll call you when it's ready. I'll definitely beat you to a five-star chef."

Ji Zuo nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait and eat."

Wang Ping waved his hand: "Hurry up and go rest."

After Wang Ping took Ji Zuo back to his own room, he returned to his own room; he lined up the cooking utensils borrowed from the cafeteria, and arranged them neatly in the order of washing, cutting, and frying.

Wang Ping condescendingly examined the logically placed cooking utensils, rolled up his sleeves, and nodded confidently——

Cooking is actually not difficult at all; you only need to use your brain a little, and you can get it done.

For example, when it comes to cutting potatoes, many people think that novices can easily cut them, but as long as they change their thinking a little, there is no possibility of cutting them.

Specifically, Wang Ping operates like this——

He first cut the potatoes in half, then cut them into thick slices, and placed them on the chopping board one by one; then, he only needed to hold a knife with both hands and cut from left to right, and he could harvest a chopping board of shredded potatoes.

If you think the shredded potatoes are a bit thick, just cut them again - bold and careful, even the latest novice can perfectly control this dish.

wisdom!This is the wisdom of the working people!

Wang Ping looked at the pile of shredded potatoes on the chopping board, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead in relief, and subconsciously looked up at the clock beside the bed.

Then, Wang Ping was stunned.

A potato, he cuts four 10 minutes.

There are still seven or eight kinds of vegetables that need to be cut. If this counts, at six o'clock tomorrow morning, we should be able to eat the New Year's Eve dinner smoothly.

"Eh..." Wang Ping looked at the zucchini on the ground, the carrot in his heart.

"Forget it!" Wang Ping picked up the zucchini that was thrown on the ground and threw it on the chopping board. "People have teeth, so if you cut it into slices, it's the same for you to bite with your own teeth."

It was a bit rough at the beginning, which was totally acceptable; once everything was accepted as slicing, Wang Ping's preparations quickly picked up.

After cutting the vegetables, Wang Ping moved his butt and moved to the next step of the frying pan.

Stir-frying is also very simple.

Put some oil, throw the vegetables down, shove them a few times, taste to see if they are cooked, whether they are salty or not, then work together.

Wang Ping methodically flicked through the vegetables, tasting one from time to time. It was a bit raw at first, but not salty enough later.

Chef Wang put down the spatula, found the salt, and swept it down with a spoonful boldly and confidently. Just as he was about to turn it over with the spatula, he found that the dishes were not moving.

Wang Ping: "...?"

Wang Ping held the pot with one hand and shoveled it. When he turned it over, the shredded potatoes had turned black.

Simply put - muddled.

"...Why did you get confused?" Wang Ping was a little at a loss, "Didn't it be fine just now?"

Turning off the fire in a hurry, Wang Ping shoveled out the shredded potatoes hand-picked by Ji Zuo. Facing the shredded potatoes with white in black and black in white, he choked speechlessly.

This incident hit Wang Ping hard.

Wang Ping was silent for 5 minutes before accepting this fact.

Forget it, if you are familiar with it, at least you won't have diarrhea.

However, after this battle, Wang Ping also completely gave up the matter of cooking, and all the remaining dishes were boiled - this method is gentler and will not overturn the car.

The only problem is that it is not enough to force the style like this.

So we have to add a higher quality, such as fried crispy meat, just fry it in a frying pan, it is almost not difficult.

Wang Ping threw the pumpkin into the water and covered the pot, turned around and poured a bottle of oil, and started frying the crispy meat.

Crispy pork seems to be difficult, but it means that it is not difficult-a bunch of tutorials on the Internet make it very clear, you only need to insert chopsticks into it to make bubbles, and then throw it in to fry.

Wang Ping took the long chopsticks to clamp the car, and there was no possibility of overturning the car.

The first time, deep-fried and deep-fried.

The second time, deep-fried and crispy.

Wang Ping turned over the fried crispy meat calmly, and suddenly thought of a philosophical question—just like some Chinese food recipes are not stipulated, crispy... what is crispy?

Wang Ping looked at the crispy meat rolling in the oil pan, and fiddled with it suspiciously.

Wang Ping suspected that this thing was not crispy enough.

...Wait, why did it turn black? !

Wang Ping frantically turned off the fire, and took out the crispy meat that had been fried into black. Before he could repent for the ending of the crispy meat, Wang Ping suddenly thought of the vegetables that were cooking beside him.

This is just great.

Wang Ping opened the lid of the pot and looked inside—on Huangquan Road, the crispy meat was accompanied by pumpkins, and it was not alone.

The pumpkin that was still in shape just now has been boiled into powder and turned into a pot of serious paste.

Night has fallen quietly, as if God is calling the fate of these dishes unfair.

Wang Ping observed three minutes of silence for several dishes, calmly took out his mobile phone, and called his assistant.

"What are the takeaway phone numbers of these stores near the Northeast Base." Wang Ping raised his forehead, "Give me one."

The assistant was serving the dishes for his mother, so he hurried to look for it, but before he could find it, there was a knock on Wang Ping's door.

"Brother Wang Ping, are you ready?" Ji Zuo's voice came from outside the door.

Wang Ping was so frightened that his hands shook and he hung up the assistant's phone.

"No, no, no!" Wang Ping rushed to the door, "I still need a while."

"It will take a while" is equivalent to saying nothing.

Anyway, the next moment, the door of Wang Ping's room was swiped open, and Ji Zuo appeared in Wang Ping's room with a big lunch box set.

Wang Ping looked at the open door behind Ji Zou, and then at Ji Zou: "You... how did you get in?"

"I used to practice scripts with Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zhao showed his room card, "Brother Wang Ping gave it to me."

While talking, Ji Zou looked at Wang Ping's room—in general, he thought better than Ji Zou—at least the room was complete.

As for the dishes on the table...

The color is a bit darker, but it still looks good.

"Pumpkin soup?" Ji Zuo walked over to Wang Ping and sat down.

"I said I wanted to make fried pumpkin, would you believe me?"

"Trust." Ji Zuo picked up Wang Ping's chopsticks for fried crispy meat, and picked up a piece of dark brown crispy meat first, "I'll try it."

"do not--"

Wang Ping reached out to stop him, but he couldn't stop Ji Zou; Ji Zou quickly ate a mouthful of crispy meat.

There is one thing to say, black is darker, crispy or crispy.

Ji Zuo took a bite, took another bite, nodded and smiled: "It's delicious."

"...I suspect that your taste buds may have some malfunctions." Wang Ping raised his hand to grab the chopsticks.

"If this is a restaurant dish, it is indeed a failure." Ji Zuo picked up another piece of crispy meat and put it in his mouth, "But if it is made by Brother Wang Ping, in my heart, it is the most delicious food in the world."

"..."

Wang Ping's hands grabbing the chopsticks were still in the air, and his ears, which hadn't been red during cooking in the afternoon, started to turn red again.

Taking advantage of Wang Ping's stunned, Ji Zuo took the chopsticks of fried crispy meat and tasted a little bit of each dish.

Ji Zuo ate very carefully, as if there were really delicious delicacies in front of him, and he had to savor them carefully.

After tasting each dish, Ji Zuo took out the fresh-keeping lunch box and put the dishes in it.

"Why are you pretending to be it?" Wang Ping finally realized, "Their destination should be the trash can."

"Their destination is my stomach." Ji Zuo bowed his head and put on the vegetables, "Tomorrow will be breakfast, eat slowly."

In the end, Ji Zuo patiently packed each dish, fastened the lid to avoid missing a little soup, stood up, and held the lunch box in his arms like a treasure.

"Okay, after eating brother Wang Ping's meal, it's my turn to pay for the meal."

"What meal money?"

"To my room?"

Ji Zuo was vague.

Wang Ping didn't want to look at the disturbing things in his room, so he followed Ji Zou's suggestion and walked to his room.

One minute later, Wang Ping pushed open the door of Ji Zou's room, and as soon as he walked in, he smelled a hot, numbing smell.

Wang Ping looked at the table in Ji Zou's room - the entire table was covered with neatly cut dishes, and on the induction cooker was the Jiugongge hot pot that Ji Zou had brought from somewhere.

The hot pot has boiled and is bubbling.

If it weren't for the snow scene outside the window.

Wang Ping seems to feel that when he goes out, he is Sichuan, where hot pot smells all over the streets, and a hot pot restaurant can be found within ten steps.

"I'm afraid you'll be homesick." Ji walked close to Wang Ping and whispered, "I just moved Sichuan here."

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"I don't seem to want to go home either." Hearing what Ji Zou said, Wang Ping scratched his head in embarrassment—in this way, Wang Ping himself felt ashamed of the two old parents who stayed at home and guarded the empty nest.

However, Wang Ping really didn't have time to think about family issues after getting up early this morning to clean up, then go shopping, and participate in kitchen frying activities.

After getting up in the morning to clean and buy vegetables, Wang Ping really didn't have time to think about whether he had a home or not.

"Anyway..." Wang Ping sat down on the edge of the seat, touched a bottle of sesame oil, and pretended to read the words on the oil bottle, "Anyway... it feels good to celebrate the New Year with you..."

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he lowered his head and poured a bowl of sesame oil in a "Tun Tun Tun" manner. The bowl was almost full before he realized that there was too much.

Ji Zuo shared half a bowl of sesame oil and passed the garlic to Wang Ping.

Sesame oil, garlic, coriander, and oyster sauce are all must-haves for Sichuanese to eat hot pot.

Once the seasoning bowl was packed, Wang Ping didn't need to wait at all, Ji Zuo had already picked up a piece of luncheon meat and put it in his bowl.

"It's been cooked earlier, let's eat some rice pads first." Ji Zou said, "Shall the tribute dishes be served now?"

"I really like to eat this." Wang Ping glanced at a dry green dish on the table, picked up a large chopsticks and threw it into the hot pot to cook, "There are also tribute dishes in Northeast China?"

"Hmm." Ji Zuo smiled.

In fact, there are no tribute dishes in Northeast China. This dish was delivered by SF Express and Jiugongge hot pot cooker together today.

Ji Zuo didn't say anything, but turned around and opened the lid of a small rice cooker, scooped out two dumplings from inside, put them in a small plate, and handed them to Wang Ping.

"My family also eats dumplings during the Spring Festival." Ji Zuo said, "I'm not very good at making dumplings. You can try the taste."

"And dumplings?"

Wang Ping took it from Ji Zuo's hand and took a bite. The dumplings exuded a fragrance—the fragrance unique to cucumber stuffed dumplings.

"This is the first time we met that dumpling—you still remember." Wang Ping looked up from the dumpling in surprise.

"Don't you remember too?" Ji Zuo smiled and stared at Wang Ping with burning eyes.

Wang Ping felt that Ji Zuo's gaze was a little hot, so he lowered his head and ate the dumplings in silence.

After eating one whole, Wang Ping found that the remaining one was huge, so he took a small bite cautiously.

Bite down, Wang Ping was bitten.

"……what?"

Wang Ping spat out the dumpling, picked it up and looked at it—there was a round, flat object inside the dumpling filling, shining brightly when illuminated by the light.

"Have you got it?" Ji Zuo looked over, suddenly realized, and smiled at Wang Ping, "It's a coin. I heard that whoever gets the coin will have the best luck next year."

This custom was also seen by Ji Zuo from the Internet.

But Ji Zuo never believed that there would be inexplicable good luck in this world.

So he purposely doubled the size of the dumpling, just to let Wang Ping eat the coin smoothly - as for Brother Wang Ping's luck next year, he will work hard to give all the bad luck...

Ji Zuo is still thinking.

The dumpling, which was doubled in size, was held up in front of Ji Zuo.

"Take a bite too." Wang Ping lowered his head, glanced at Ji Zou quickly, then lowered his eyes quickly, staring at the hot pot, "We are half of each other, and we will have good luck next year together."

Maybe it was the steam from the hot pot, or maybe the heater in the room was too high; in short, Wang Ping was smothered in the heat, and his face was flushed.

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"Brother Wang Ping..."

"what!!"

Ji Zuo's words were interrupted by Wang Ping, and the next moment, Wang Ping stuffed the plate into Ji Zuo's hand.

"Eat it yourself! It's eight o'clock! I'm going to turn on the TV!"

On the evening of New Year's Eve, there is a Spring Festival Gala at [-] o'clock-almost every station plays it.

Relying on his knowledge of the channels of the Spring Festival Gala, Wang Ping selected a few channels that did not have a Spring Festival Gala, pretended to tune the channel, pressed them back and forth, stood for a while, and did not return until the blush on his face faded.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Ping scooped up a bowl of tribute dishes for himself, looked at a large group of dancers on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, and chatted: "I went to this party last year."

"Then why not go this year?" Ji Zou asked following Wang Ping's topic.

"There was an invitation this year." Wang Ping's nervous heartbeat calmed down, "Then I was filming, so I declined first."

"Is the Spring Festival Gala fun?"

"Actually average, very tired..."

When it comes to the places he has been to before, Wang Ping's chatterbox starts to open.

Ji Zuo slowly boiled the dishes for him, listened to his narration from the Spring Festival Gala to the turnon season tour, and then talked about how great it was to dance in the 1M practice room in South Korea last time.

The hot pot is bubbling and bubbling, and the aroma seems to prolong this comfortable night endlessly.

"So, I think the street dance in Korea is still a little worse than that in the United States..."

"boom--"

Wang Ping was about to talk about the hip-hop culture of the United States and South Korea, when suddenly a sound came from the sky, interrupting his words.

Wang Ping and Ji walked together to look at the window, and after that sound, fireworks exploded in succession in the sky.

"By the way, I also have fireworks!" Wang Ping remembered the New Year's goods he bought last night, threw away his chopsticks, and jumped up, "I'll go down and show you."

"I'll accompany you."

Just as Ji Zuo was about to get up, Wang Ping pushed him and pushed him down on the sofa.

"No." Wang Ping pointed to the window over there, "You can watch by the window later and listen to my instructions."

After Wang Ping finished speaking, he went to the door to pick up the bag of flammable and explosive items, and walked out quickly.

Ji Zuo hesitated for a moment, but walked to the window and looked out the window.

In the distance, clusters of fireworks bloomed, and Ji Zuo looked down in front of the beautiful New Year scenery.

Wang Ping has already left the building.

Ten stories high, Wang Ping became a small black spot.

Ji Zuo squinted his eyes, and saw Wang Ping squatting down to pull the down jacket. After pulling it, he pulled out a piece that he didn't know what to hold in his hand, and raised his head.

Wang Ping waved at Ji Zuo, then put his hands together and put them on his lips. Just as he yelled, Wang Ping also realized that Ji Zuo couldn't hear him.

The next moment, Ji Zuo's phone rang.

Seconds.

"Ji Zou!" Wang Ping's voice rushed out, "Turn on the time-lapse photography on your phone, and then take a picture."

"Okay." Ji walked away from the hands-free, turned on the camera, and switched to the time-lapse photography function.

"Hold on tight."

"Okay." Ji Zuo put the phone on the window frame, steady.

"Is it open?"

"Ah."

The moment Ji Zuo said yes, Wang Ping threw the phone away, and then, the long firework stick in his hand suddenly lit up.

Wang Ping walked to one end of the snow, held up the fireworks stick, and danced in the snow.

Wang Ping is the leader of the turnon dancer, the leader of the domestic hip-hop dance world. At this time, he is holding up the starlight and dancing, with the snow flying by his side, and he is very agile.

...Yes, do you want to invite me to watch the dance?

Ji Zou glanced at the phone by chance, and suddenly discovered—on the time-lapse photography he turned on, there was actually a line of words that was slowly written out.

Do not--

It's not like, it's just a line of words.

It is smooth cursive script, drawn by orange firework sticks, from left to right, a line of characters slowly takes shape.

"Ji Zou."

This is the first two words.

"Happy New Year!"

These are the last three words, plus a big exclamation point, it seems that all the vitality and strength of the person who wrote this line have been injected into it steadily.

The point where Wang Ping clicked on the exclamation point was, and the firework stick in his hand had just burned out.

Wang Ping threw away the burnt firework stick, squatted down, took out a firework tube from his pocket, lit it, and aimed it at the sky.

"call out--"

Blue-purple fireworks exploded in the air, Ji Zuo was almost parallel to the fireworks, and the flowers bloomed in front of him.

The bright light illuminates Ji Zuo's eyes, and also illuminates Wang Ping, who is looking down at Ji Zuo.

Among the noise of fireworks, Wang Ping's voice came from the earpiece.

"Wish you a Happy New Year!"

Another cluster of fireworks flew into the sky, and Wang Ping said loudly: "I wish you happiness forever!"

Ji Zou: "..."

Ji Zou rushed back indoors, turned around, and flew downstairs.

The author has something to say: fools are cute too 2333