Toffee Master

Tang Ye suffered from insomnia and did not fall asleep until dawn, and Yang Xingyu did not reply to his message.

"The couplets are all pasted up, which saves a lot of trouble."

Tang Huihong's voice came from the living room.

Tang Ye knew that her parents had already woken up and were about to clean up.

He sighed, lay flat on the bed and looked at the ceiling, not wanting to move.

His eyes were sore and swollen. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that they must be swollen out of shape, and they were still black.

He didn't know how to explain to his parents that he was haggard like this. Could it be that he was broken up before falling in love?

Tang Ye sighed again, feeling very uncomfortable. It seems that this year will not be easy, and the beginning is too bad.

He glanced at his phone again, and after confirming that Yang Xingyu hadn't replied to the message, Yigulu jumped off the bed, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and forced a smile.

If you are unhappy, you can't let your parents be unhappy.

He adjusted his expression, opened the door and walked out.

"Get up? Help me clean up in a while. Your mother has to cook the lo-mei for the New Year's Eve dinner in advance." Tang Huihong was sweeping the floor and didn't look back when he heard the door open.

Tang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, said "OK", and went into the bathroom extremely quickly, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and applied a hot towel to his eyes.

Looking at himself in the mirror, except for some dark circles under his eyes, he was basically the same as usual, so he breathed a sigh of relief and cheered up to go out and do the preparations for the year with his parents.

Tang Huihong took Tang Ye to clean the rental house inside and out. Li Nianhua was busy in the kitchen, and the smell of food kept wafting out.

The temporarily rented house suddenly became warmer.

Tang Ye's originally depressed and sad mood seemed to improve a lot in the voice of his parents.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Ye was sitting on the sofa eating oranges and watching TV. Someone outside had already set off firecrackers before it got dark. Although the crackling sound was noisy, it was just right for Tang Ye now.

Just as he was about to eat the third orange, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Old Tang, open the door! Here we come!"

Tang Ye froze for a moment when he heard the familiar voice, who?Does his dad have any friends who come to visit during the Chinese New Year?

Tang Huihong came out of the kitchen, walked over to open the door unhurriedly, and was a little disgusted when he saw the person coming: "Didn't you say come back at five o'clock?"

"It's not good to come early."

One step ahead of the sound was a large pile of New Year's goods, gift boxes piled up layer by layer, directly covering people's faces.

But Tang Ye recognized it immediately, it was Yang Xingyu's parents who came here!

He stood up abruptly, subconsciously looking for Yang Xingyu's figure.

"Bang-"

Yang Qinxi and Zhao Wenjuan put the things in their hands on the ground, and complained to Tang Huihong, "You can't take over."

"No!" Tang Huihong snorted.

The New Year's goods wall collapsed, and Tang Ye could see clearly that only the Yang family and his wife came, and there was no one he was thinking of.

"Tangtang, right? I didn't have time to say hello to you yesterday. Happy Chinese New Year."

Zhao Wenjuan noticed his gaze, and said hello with a kind smile, "Do you still remember Auntie, I hugged you when you were young."

Yang Qinxi also nodded: "The longer he grows, the more handsome he is, completely different from your father."

Tang Huihong kicked him directly: "My son looks exactly the same as when I was young!"

Yang Qinxi showed a disdainful expression.

Tang Ye came back to his senses, squeezed out a smile and greeted the Yang family couple: "Uncle and aunt, I remember, you haven't changed for so many years, I recognized it right away."

"Oh, Tangtangzui is really sweet." Zhao Wenjuan was in a good mood, thinking that the youngest son of the Tang family is really likable, and thinking about her own...hehe, it doesn't matter if I don't mention it.

"How long are you going to chat, come in and help, I will make dumplings later."

Li Nianhua poked her head out of the kitchen, glanced at Tang Ye, and couldn't help but sighed. She looked at the Yang family and his wife, "Where's your son?"

Tang Ye looked over instantly when he heard the words.

Yang Qinxi took off his jacket: "I don't know, I didn't come back last night, and I can't get through the phone."

Tang Ye was stunned for a moment. His first reaction was that Yang Xingyu not only didn't contact him, but he didn't even contact his parents. Then he became anxious again. There was no news for such a long time. Could something happen?

Various scenes couldn't help appearing in his mind, such as Yang Xingyu getting drunk, then getting into a car accident, or getting into a fight with others when he was drunk...

As he thought about it, his face turned pale, and he didn't know what to do in a panic, or where to find someone.

Seeing him like this, Tang Huihong couldn't help him and asked, "Aren't you worried? Why don't you go and look for it?"

"What are you worried about, how old are you?"

Zhao Wenjuan said in surprise, "With Xiaoyu's physique, if he doesn't bully others, I will burn incense and worship Buddha. Don't worry about him, I will come back by myself at meal time."

"I left a note on the door for him, telling him to eat here when he comes back." Yang Qinxi added.

The three members of Tang Ye's family were stunned, hey, this family is really big-hearted, their parents have said so, and they can't insist on looking for someone anymore.

Tang Huihong looked at his own son, the boy sat back on the sofa, fiddled with his mobile phone, and glanced at the TV occasionally, obviously not thinking about it.

He shook his head, not knowing what to say, so he could only drag the Yang family couple to work.

It was approaching five o'clock, and it was half dark outside. After a simple drink of porridge, everyone began to make dumplings.

"Pork with cabbage, egg with leek..."

Zhao Wenjuan circled around the freshly washed vegetables, raised her head and asked, "Only these two stuffings?"

"Otherwise?" Li Nianhua asked doubtfully.

"I want to eat green pepper pork and fresh shrimp!" Yang Qinxi said.

"You have to eat cabbage during the Chinese New Year, which means getting rich, do you understand it?" Tang Huihong looked disgusted.

"It's not enough to pack money, and eating money also means getting rich."

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Li Nianhua hurriedly said, "Let's cover all four kinds with the head office."

Only then did Yang Qinxi calm down.

Zhao Wenjuan washed his hands: "I'm here to help, I brought three boxes of prawns, you make noodles, I'll pick the prawns."

Tang Huihong and Yang Qinxi were not idle either, one minced meat and the other chopped vegetables.

The kitchen was busily busy. Tang Ye was fidgeting in the living room. He was worried about Yang Xingyu all the time. Finally, he couldn't help standing up and walked to the kitchen door: "Let me help too."

The Yang family looked at it and shook their heads again and again: "No, it's enough for us adults to keep busy, and it's enough for the children to be responsible for playing."

Tang Ye was a little disappointed. He originally planned to find something to do to distract himself.

Li Nianhua could tell what he was thinking at a glance, so he had no choice but to say, "Tangtang, put the table away, the kitchen is too small, we'll go to the living room to make dumplings later."

Tang Ye's eyes lit up, he said yes, and went to set up the table. The table in the rental house is not big, but the landlord left a big glass table top, as long as you buckle the table top on it, the table will be three times bigger.

He rolled the table top and moved it to the small table with great effort. His body was covered with sweat. He wiped it casually, washed a rag, and carefully wiped the glass table top clean.

The Yang family took a sneak peek, then turned around and said, "Your son is so good."

Tang Huihong raised his chin proudly: "Of course!"

It was approaching six o'clock, and it was already dark outside, and everyone had moved to the living room.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Tang Ye turned his head abruptly. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard the sound of the door lock being touched. With a click, the door was opened from the outside.

Wearing a white down jacket, Yang Xingyu walked in with a cold air. He touched his head with a silly smile and held a bag of fireworks in his hand: "Parents, uncles and aunts..."

He glanced at Tang Ye quickly, and put his hands behind his back seemingly unintentionally, "Tang Ye, I, I'm back."

Tang Ye's eyes turned red. Seeing that he was safe and sound, he felt a little angry after being relieved, so he turned around and ignored him, kneading the dough vigorously.

"Where did you go, the phone can't get through." Zhao Wenjuan said.

"I went out to do some errands, and my phone ran out of battery."

Yang Xingyu secretly glanced at Tang Ye while changing his shoes.

Yang Qinxi was obviously very dissatisfied with this answer: "Is there something that must be done on the New Year's day, and I won't go home all night."

Tang Huihong clicked his tongue: "You talk a lot."

Li Nianhua smoothed things over: "Didn't you come back before the New Year's Eve dinner? Xiaoyu, your charger is in the room. Go and charge your phone."

"Okay, thank you auntie."

Yang Xingyu smiled and kept looking towards Tang Ye.

He dawdled back to the room he had been living in before, found the charger, charged up his phone, went out to wash his hands, and naturally walked to Tang Ye's side.

"I'm also here to help make dumplings."

"Do you know? Don't make trouble." Zhao Wenjuan said, "I can't tell the difference between sugar and salt, and I still make dumplings."

"Mom... I can learn." Yang Xingyu was put off, and subconsciously looked at Tang Ye.

Tang Ye didn't even give him a straight look, and took a step to the side to distance himself from him.

Yang Xingyu froze, looked left and right, took a step to the side, and approached Tang Ye again.

Tang Ye pursed his lips, and took another step to the side, away from Yang Xingyu.

Yang Xingyu approached him without thinking.

The two chased each other around the table, and finally created a situation where a group of people crowded on one side of the table and the other side was empty.

Tang Ye was sandwiched between Li Nianhua and Yang Xingyu, and irritatedly threw the dough in his hand onto the panel. As a result, the dough bounced and hit the freshly made dumplings, revealing the cabbage and pork stuffing.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Tang Ye knew that he had done something wrong, so he lowered his head and dared not speak.

Yang Xingyu wanted to speak for him, but he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Li Nianhua sighed, and waved to the two of them: "You two go downstairs to play with the fireworks, don't make trouble here, go and go."

Zhao Wenjuan echoed, "That's right, Xiao Yu, look at the dumplings you made. They are so weird and ugly. Go and play."

"After a while, Old Tang and I will go down to set off firecrackers, and then I will ask you to come up for a New Year's Eve dinner." Yang Qinxi said.

Tang Huihong directly stuffed the fireworks that Yang Xingyu had just bought into his hands, and even stuffed some bought by himself into Tang Ye's hands: "Go down and play, wear more."

Tang Ye was urged to go downstairs to play by the four elders. Even if he was reluctant, he had no choice but to put on a down jacket and go out with fireworks.

Yang Xingyu wished to be alone with him, so he followed him out together.

As soon as he closed the door, he saw Tang Ye stepping into the elevator. Yang Xingyu quickened his pace, blocked the elevator door that was about to close, slipped in, and stood beside Tang Ye.