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"This red paper... what kind of paper do you want to buy?" Zeno turned his head and wanted to ask Xie Yanxing, but found that the other party was already lying down in the back row with his clothes closed, and he was fast asleep with his eyes closed.He had no choice but to turn his eyes to Cho Rong for help.

"..." Que Rong glanced at the floating screen, and then contacted the context, "Since he wanted a brush and ink before, maybe he wanted to write on red paper, why don't you buy some red rice paper? But I'm not sure, you buy Ask the master worm when it's time?"

"All right……"

As a result, when Zi Nuo was shopping in the afternoon, he sent three messages to Xie Yanxing in a row, but there was no sound. a little.

Xie Yanxing woke up at night and saw that the hall was a sea of ​​red, but Que Rong seemed to have just woken up too, looking around to see what he had bought.In the kitchen, Zeno sorted the ingredients into the refrigerator, poked his head out and asked, "Master, what kind of red paper do you want?"

"Hmm..." Xie Yanxing looked around and picked up a dozen of rice paper, "This is fine, but the size needs to be cut, but Rong, brought a paper knife and scissors to help."

Zeno looked at Quorong, and the meaning of his gaze was: You really hit the mark, and the latter raised his eyebrows back, meaning: Then don't look at who I am?

"By the way, I also bought three kinds of flour, low-gluten flour and high-gluten flour. I already have medium-gluten flour at home. Which one do you want?"

Xie Yanxing measured the red paper with a ruler, and shouted without raising his head: "...I didn't write clearly. Ordinary ribs will do."

"I also estimated the amount of other meat and vegetables to buy. Master, please see if there is enough. If it is not enough, I will go out tomorrow morning to make up for it."

"Have a heart."

After all, Que Rong couldn't help asking again: "What kind of festival is this in your village?"

Xie Yanxing smiled slightly, and said to him from left and right: "Have you eaten dumplings?"

"dumpling?"

……

After the meal, Xie Yanxing sent video invitations to fellow earth compatriots on the third star one by one. Zou Qing, the cashier at the coffee shop, agreed the fastest. Xie Yanxing didn't say anything, but asked if he was free tomorrow. Immediately replied that he was free and free, and he could take a day off to become free if he was not free;

When it came to Yang Meng, she hesitated for a moment, "I've been scrambling to watch a whole day of dramas yesterday, and I haven't started writing until now. It seems a little unreasonable not to rush to draft tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are very special holidays. I feel that as a Chinese, on this day, work can be postponed a little bit." Xie Yan smiled at Yan Yan, Yang Meng frowned strangely, and opened another floating screen to check the date , "Special holiday, what day is it tomorrow?"

She paused, and suddenly remembered that Xie Yanxing added a qualifier "Chinese" in front of it. In early February, the place she came from... "Oh my god." Yang Meng covered her mouth with both hands in an instant, and said in surprise: "Is it the Spring Festival?" ?” After the question was over, she repeated with great certainty: “It’s the Spring Festival!”

"Today is New Year's Eve, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Are you sure you won't come to my house for a New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow? Zou Qing has already agreed, and I will call Jing Minghui later."

"Come, come, come!" Yang Meng clenched her fists excitedly and couldn't stop shaking, "We have wontons, glutinous rice balls, spring rolls, and rice cakes during the Spring Festival...Have you posted Spring Festival couplets?...I can cut window grilles! "

"Do you know how to make wonton wrappers? I only know how to make dumpling wrappers."

"...I don't know. I only know how to wrap and cook. Are there no finished skins for sale outside?" Yang Meng said, "Or I'll go to Xingwang to find out if there are similar things on Zongxing, and use them for reference. Improve it again?... I can come tomorrow afternoon, and I will come to help when the time comes!"

Saying goodbye to Yang Meng, Xie Yanxing called the video communication to Jing Minghui, who was still working overtime in the company at this time, answering the communication in his busy schedule, but his eyes were still on the work documents, and he didn't give Xie Yanxing any points. "What's the matter, tell me quickly."

"I want to ask if you and Professor Lanhe are free to visit my house tomorrow?"

"No." Jing Minghui refused very decisively, "I have a big project these days, and I am so busy that I sleep in the company almost every day. Where can I be free? Lan He may have it, but if I don't go, He probably won't go either."

"Is that so..." Xie Yanxing felt a little regretful.

Jing Minghui thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Why did you suddenly think of inviting us to be our guest tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve."

"What's tomorrow?" Jing Minghui had been in Zongxing for six years, but he didn't realize it for a while, so Xie Yanxing repeated it slowly: "New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve. Chairman Jing, money is earned." There's no end to it, today is still a small New Year's Eve, and it's a big holiday, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Xiao Nian...?" Jing Minghui and Yang Meng reacted exactly the same, and quickly opened the new floating screen to look at the calendar. Their faces, which had become numb and cold due to the high-intensity processing of piles of work, gradually became soft and melancholy. "New Year's Day in two days? ... Zerg doesn't have a lunar calendar, and I don't bother to count it. I haven't heard this word for many years."

"So... please take the time?" Xie Yanxing sensed a chance through Jing Minghui's tone.

"..." Jing Minghui was silent for a long time this time, and sighed deeply, "I'll try my best to come."

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't work, I'll find someone to deliver condolence dumplings to your company tomorrow night, just remember to sign for it. What stuffing do you want?"

"Abalone, Australian dragon and ginseng stuffing."

"...Go to your class."

After that, Xie Yanxing went to look for Han Fu again, but the other party was already wrapped up in a ball with his female attendants in the ice and snow of the fourth star, waiting to watch the aurora, and when he heard about New Year's Eve and New Year, he also showed the same nostalgia The look, but because of the location, it is really impossible to go back. The two said happy new year to each other. Han Fu also said that he would send Xie Yanxing special products from the polar region, and asked Xie Yanxing if he liked polar bears, so he could get him a cub go back.

"I think this idea is very criminal."

Han Fu understood what he meant, laughed and said, "Zong Xing doesn't talk about wild, rare and protected animals. The environment is very good. As long as you can afford it, you can take home any kind of animal or plant."

"Do you think I can afford a polar bear?"

"Don't you have an ice room at home? If not, build one?"

"..."

Saying goodbye to the evil Han Yu, Xie Yanxing got up early the next day, and spent the whole morning in the kitchen with all kinds of skins and stuffing. Xie Yanxing was mainly responsible for directing and searching for similar things on the Internet, and then showed them to Qi Nuo. Nuo see, Zeno is responsible for the specific practice, but Rong Rong is responsible for finding a takeaway to buy the finished product if it is really impossible to practice.

"You obviously put a lot of water in it. Do you want to dilute it with rice?" Que Rong handed Xie Yanxing the newly bought "similar to rice cakes, similar to spring roll skins, similar to eight-treasure rice", and incidentally said something behind Zeno .Zeno seemed to have seen a savior in an instant, and turned his head with flour on his chin and shouted, "Que Rong, you're back? Master, Que Rong must have been a top student in all subjects in the college back then, and the cooking class was definitely not bad. What's the problem? You can ask him!"

"Huh?" Xie Yanxing also shifted his gaze from the cutting board to Que Rong's face, "But Que Rong said he doesn't know how to cook at all."

"Impossible?" Zeno asked in surprise, "Then how did he graduate? Cheating?"

"Yes, cheating." But Rong insisted, "Are you going to report me?"

"Don't dare." Zeno looked at Xie Yanxing again, "Master, what should I do with the wonton skin? There is no similar thing for sale..."

"...Forget it." Xie Yanxing sighed, "Anyway, the dumpling skin has been tested successfully, and they are similar things. And I, Zou Qing and Jing Minghui all like dumplings more, and only Yang Mengmeng eats them." Wonton... if not, just cut the dumpling wrapper into squares..."

Que Rong became irritable when he heard Xie Yanxing's slightly regretful tone. He pursed his lower lip and said in a nasty voice: "Why don't you have any spirit of seeking knowledge at all? You're useless... What kind of wonton wrapper is that? Describe it to me." one time."

Xie Yanxing twitched the corner of his lips, as if he had succeeded in a trick, and then quickly described the characteristics of the wonton wrapper, thin, transparent and muscular, but he listened expressionlessly, and then looked at the dough of Qi Nuohe. , "... add an egg," he said, "add some edible alkali. Is there any salt?"

"The salt is gone." Zeno squatted down and turned over the cabinet, "I'll find out where the alkali is."

"If you want the skin to be thin, just roll it thinner when rolling out the noodles."

"Qorong, there are too many things to prepare, and Zeno may not be able to handle it." Xie Yanxing said with a smile, "How about you help him?"

"..." Que Rong looked away, and his voice was much softer, "I don't know how to cook."

"Um--?"

"It's useless to look at me, I really don't know how to do it." As he said that, Que Rong quickly slipped out of the kitchen, leaving only Zi Nuo squinting his eyes behind Xie Yanxing, and quietly chewed his tongue next to the ear of the lord: " He must be lying, hum, he can't cook, who would believe it."

"That's right," Xie Yanxing smiled, "Who would believe it?"

"Master, let me tell you, these high-ranking females are so stinky, and some of them declare something: 'I will only cook for my male master in my life~ other insects are not worthy~', fake and lofty, It's boring..."

"Yeah." Xie Yanxing nodded following 'full of righteous indignation', "It's boring!"

"I've heard it all! Don't underestimate the hearing of high-ranking female insects." Que Rong Yaoyao roared in the living room, "If you speak ill of me behind my back, I'll smash your heads into flour!"

Just after lunch, Yang Meng arrived excitedly with his family and brought Zou Qing along.Nan Feng and his twins, A Bin and A Kun, are not as "fake and noble" as Que Rong. With all their sleeves rolled up, they got into the kitchen and helped Qinuo, the executive chef who unleashed the seal of Yan Xing.

Zou Qing and Yang Meng followed Xie Yanxing into the study room, and the three of them began to write and write in front of the red paper on the floor.

"I don't remember what's in the Spring Festival couplets!" Zou Qing scratched his short hair irritably, "I never looked at them carefully before when they were everywhere, but now...the books are only used when they are used!"

"I don't know what's right or wrong." Yang Meng, who was cutting the window grilles, continued the next sentence, and then she raised her head in a flash of inspiration: "Isn't this just a couplet?"

"Spring Festival couplets, what we want are Spring Festival couplets! You are just couplets."

"Oh, chatting is better than nothing." Yang Meng was dexterous, holding the scissors and flipping her fingers over the folded red paper, without having to make a draft on it, a small lantern with the word "Spring" appeared in her hand, " What year is this year? Let me figure it out... Rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, the year of the dragon! Is there any square paper, I can draw the lucky characters with the zodiac."

"Stop drawing it as a snake."

"You are questioning the level of professional painters."

Holding a brush, Xie Yanxing was recalling the content of the Spring Festival couplets. After thinking about it, he could only think of a sentence of family and prosperity. He simply called on Zou Qing and Yang Meng to fight on the spot. The three illiterates recited poems for half an hour. The couplet was sent to Jing Minghui, and the richest man returned the upper couplet in his busy schedule: Cathay Pacific Qianqiu Shun, family and everything prosper, and by the way, he added a complaint: This couplet is almost worn out, can you come up with something new?

Zou Qing complained angrily that he didn't feel pain in his back when he was standing and talking, so he had the ability to provide some novel Spring Festival couplets.

"I thought of another one." Xie Yanxing said, "Spring returns and the land is full of flowers,"

Yang Meng and Zou Qing waited anxiously for him to say the second couplet, but Xie Yanxing held back for a long time and couldn't hold back anything. Zou Qing closed his painful eyes: "Why do you only have half of the Spring Festival couplets in your mind? The family is too poor Is there only half of the sticker on the door?"

"Hurry up, stop talking nonsense," Xie Yanxing deliberately lowered his voice, "Hurry up and make it up now!"

Zou Qing scratched the back of his head wildly, "Spring returns to the earth, and the land is full of flowers, and the tree in front of the sick tree is spring??"

Yang Meng: "..."

Yang Meng couldn't help clapping her hands and praised: "Wow. The beginning and the end echo, so good."

Que Rong went out to make up some missing ingredients, and came back to take the tea and drinks that Zeno had prepared. Before he entered the study with the tray in his hand, he heard the laughter of the three male worms from far away on the stairs. , Pushing the door and going in, he saw a bunch of words and sentences that he couldn't understand spread out on the ground, and Yang Meng was holding a painting in the shape of a rhombus, shaking with laughter: "Zou Qing, your painting is a snake, right? Hahaha!" , I want to take it home, frame it, and hang it in front of the door to ward off evil spirits."

"You don't know how to appreciate it, give it back to me!"

Xie Yanxing turned his back to the door, his shoulders trembled with a smile, but Que Rong knocked on the half-closed door, Xie Yanxing immediately turned back to look at him, the smile in his black eyes did not fade, soft as spring water, "Que Rong ,You came?"

"Master, two males." Que Rong nodded slightly, and put the tea on a small table next to the window where there was no paper or ink.Zou Qing immediately asked him: "Que Rong, can you write calligraphy?"

"A little bit." Que Rong spoke modestly, but the slightly raised corners of his lips were not the case at all, especially the eyes, which were raised slowly, filled with words that I am very good at - although only Xie Yanxing can do this figure it out.He lowered his head, and saw two pieces of red paper lined up side by side on the ground, written in wet ink: Get rich overnight without getting fat, and do whatever you want with money.There is also a smaller red paper next to it: bring the red envelope.

"..." The eyebrows that were about to twist into twists could not express even a ten-thousandth of Que Rong's inner entanglement.

"Would you like to try it too?" Xie Yanxing tapped the ink on Que Rong's brush, "We are all at the level of a 7-year-old interest class, please teach me, Master Que."

"Write what?"

"Let's write a blessing first, blessing of blessing."

Que Rong is worthy of being a top student at the Capital College. He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, washing and cooking, driving battleships and tanks, and incarnation of Gundam. There are calligraphy and idioms in the place, but there is no poetry, what kind of weird worldview settings..."