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Of course, the New Year's Eve dinner can't just have dumplings, even if you can't finish it, you have to add another six or seven dishes.

The Chinese New Year is a lively and prosperous atmosphere.

It's just that there is absolutely nothing in the Liao family that can't be eaten up. Brother Liao can cover it all for you alone.

Cooking alone takes a lot of time to wash and wash. Lin Sheng naturally knows this very well when he cooks at home all year round.

So after making the dumplings, he didn't let himself idle, he followed Grandma Huang into the kitchen, and Brother Liao followed Lin Sheng, translating for the children.

In the end, only Mr. Liao, who knew nothing, was left drinking tea and continuing to pick the newspaper that had been picked several times.

The kitchen was still filled with the sound of chopping vegetables, the sound of water and the crackling of spatulas, and it was in full swing for a while.

Grandma Huang brought out two pots and gave one to Lin Sheng. The two started work at the same time, but it was getting late when the last dish was finished.

Seven o'clock in the evening, on time for dinner.

"Come, come, eat quickly, the food will not taste good if it gets cold for a while."

Grandma Huang divided the bowls and chopsticks and greeted with a smile.

Lin Sheng took the chopsticks, and nodded obediently at Grandma Huang, while Brother Liao just unceremoniously started to chat, and exactly corresponded to the unrecognizable target of contemporary young people at home.

It's just that Brother Liao's non-stop chopsticks were picking up vegetables in Lin Sheng's bowl from time to time.

This posture seemed to be afraid that his children would be embarrassed to pick up the food, so that in the end Lin Sheng couldn't finish the food in the bowl, so he really didn't need to use chopsticks to pick up the food.

The Liao family has always celebrated festivals casually, so there is no old rule that the elders only use the chopsticks for the younger generation. The atmosphere is also very relaxed and warm because there are not many rules.

Liao Muyang stuffed some staple food and stuffed his stomach, then slowly put down his chopsticks, and started peeling shrimp for the children with all his heart.

The old man took a mouthful of the braised crab and opened his mouth first: "This crab tastes really good."

Grandma Huang at the side watched the old man keep removing the crab shell with pliers, she obviously liked the crab very much, and said with a smile: "Xiao Sheng made this."

The old man clicked his tongue when he heard this, looked at Liao Muyang who was sitting opposite him, and said mockingly: "Look at you, Bai Chang is so big, he is not as capable as your little friend."

Brother Liao was immersed in the world of peeling shrimps, and he was really stuck and caught off guard by the old man's insult, but he reacted in the next moment.

"Ancestral."

"Tsk, little bastard, don't blame your ancestors for everything."

"I didn't talk about the ancestors, but mainly aimed at you, old man."

"you…"

"Hey, don't be in a hurry to refute, you and Grandma Huang are clear evidence."

After being told this, the old man forcibly swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his throat.

He thought about it and it was really hard to refute it, his grandson really inherited the shortcomings of himself and his father.

The old man thought for a while, it would not end well if he continued, after all, the kid is still there, so he still has to save himself some face, if he is speechless by the little bastard, this scene will damage his stature image.

"Okay, stop talking, go peel your shrimp."

This obviously backed off when he couldn't say it, even Lin Sheng could hear some meaning, and his mouth was slightly pursed and his dimples were deep in his smile.

There was a bit of shyness in this smile because of the praise in the old man's words, and a bit of infection by the relaxed atmosphere.

Lin Sheng hadn't lived this kind of relaxed and unrepressed years for a long, long time.

Liao Muyang listened to the old man's words about looking for the steps, and rarely shut up obediently, only showing his canine teeth and smiling angrily.

After all, this is in front of Grandma Huang, so I still have to save some face for my old man. Although it may be possible to get along for so many years, Grandma Huang should have already figured out the character of the old man.

In fact, the New Year's Eve dinner is not much different from the usual meal, what we eat is the atmosphere of reunion.

Halfway through the meal, the Spring Festival Gala began.

The old man turned on the TV with the remote control, just in time for the opening remarks.

"Viewers, you are watching now..."

After ten years of consistent opening, there is indeed nothing particularly attractive about it.

However, watching the Spring Festival Gala during the Chinese New Year seems to have become a tradition. Even if you are familiar with the general flow of the show, you will still click to watch it on the day of the Chinese New Year.

The TV in the old man's house is very big, and the dining table is not far from the TV, so it's quite clear to watch.

Lin Sheng has never been interested in TV shows, except for occasionally turning his head when he hears funny sketches, the rest of the time he buries his head and eats what Brother Liao brought in earnestly.

Once this meal is eaten and chatted, the stomach will also be digested while eating, and it is not as easy to be full as usual.

A New Year's Eve dinner slowly ended at ten o'clock while chatting from time to time.

The four of them put away the leftovers on the table and sent the used dishes into the kitchen, but they were put there temporarily and hadn't been cleaned yet.

After all, it would be a big project to wash it up. The old man and Brother Liao obviously saw this, and said straight away that they should be put away for now, and they will be cleaned up tomorrow.

Grandma Huang and Lin Sheng watched the grandpa and grandson say this, so they didn't insist anymore. The group sat on the sofa, ate melon seeds and pistachios, and watched the Spring Festival Gala.

The elderly are always nostalgic, and they can also be fascinated by watching the old-fashioned Spring Festival Gala.

The two young men were different.

Lin Sheng was fine, even if he wasn't very interested, he could still watch obediently, and from time to time he would purse his lips and smile along with the program above.

But Brother Liao was different. He was definitely not interested at all. After sitting peacefully for less than 2 minutes, he began to stick to the children, rubbing his head and hands, and never tired of it.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks outside kept coming and going, but most of them were far away, and the sound was not so loud, until the sound of fireworks that seemed to be very close to the house exploded, instantly attracting the four people in the living room to look back.

The large glass floor-to-ceiling windows did not draw the curtains, and the brilliant fireworks exploding outside could be clearly seen.

Brother Liao still didn't have much interest, and he came back to his senses after taking a look, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the bright and soft smile in the grape eyes of his own child.

That smile obviously contained liking.

Brother Liao looked at it for a while, then raised his hand and took out his mobile phone, clicked on the old man's WeChat and sent a message.

"Grandpa, do you still have fireworks at home? The children like them and want to take him to set them off."

The old man's mobile phone was next to his leg. Although the notification sound of the incoming message was covered, the vibration was still obvious.

Mr. Liao picked up the phone, looked at the person who saw the message in the hair, and cast a glance at Liao Muyang, thinking that his little bastard was a little abnormal, why did he send such a text message so close.

But when the old man clicked in and saw the words, he immediately understood what Liao Muyang was thinking, and it was rare that he didn't answer him directly.

"In the warehouse there are leftovers from a few children who came to the house last year to play, but they are not big."

Brother Liao didn't pay much attention to the old man's reply, and only thought that it would be nice to have it in a while.

He clicked on the screen and replied "Got it" to the old man, then didn't say any more, turned sideways, and said to the kid beside him.

"Sheng Zi, do you have any fireworks at home that you want to set off with me? But they are not big, because the small fireworks are not as beautiful as the ones outside."

Hearing these words, Lin Sheng's grape eyes immediately seemed to be stained with a layer of honey, and became brighter and sweeter. He nodded his head towards Liao Muyang, and raised his hand to gesture again.

"The small fireworks are also very beautiful."

Brother Liao read Lin Sheng's words in his heart, raised his hand and rubbed his little head with a smile, then he stood up holding Lin Sheng's hand, and said to the two old people: "Aunt Huang, old man, I will take Sheng Zi Let's set off fireworks in the yard."

Seeing that the young man had his own activities, the two old men naturally would not intervene, and nodded their heads to indicate: "Go, go."

After greeting the old man, Brother Liao took Lin Sheng's hand to take the down jacket, put it on, and walked to the door to open it and go out.

The old man looked at the closed door, thinking about Lin Sheng's gesture with Liao Muyang just now, he became curious, and sent a message to Liao Muyang.

"What did Xiao Sheng mean when he made gestures with you just now?"

The vibration of the mobile phone made Brother Liao take out the mobile phone immediately, opened the screen and looked at the words on it, and his heart was opened again knowing that the old man was gossip.

It's just that Brother Liao's vicious little thoughts were also aroused at the same time, he pursed his lips, and sent a cheap message to the old man.

"secret."

What was originally nothing special was suddenly covered with a layer of mystery.

The old man in the room looked at the instant message, opened it with joy, and closed it with a beard and a stare.

The cat's paw tickling in his heart, as if eager to know, drove old man Liao to write down his little bastard again angrily.