"Xiao Zhuang, then I will test you again, what is this dish called?"

The dish in the white porcelain bowl was similar in appearance to ordinary boiled vegetables, and the color was extraordinarily plain.

Zhuang Jingchun thought for a while, and then replied, "This is boiled cabbage. It looks like boiled water, but it is actually a clear soup made from chicken, duck, scallops, etc. This is also one of the state banquet dishes."

Ren Huamin nodded with satisfaction, "Xiao Zhuang, I really don't think so. You know a lot about state banquet dishes. Do you usually cook?"

"I do it occasionally, but my cooking skills are just average."

"Your cooking skills are still average." Xu Xizhou angrily took a prawn and threw it into his bowl.

"If you are bronze, then my level is scrap iron."

Ren Huamin smiled slightly, "In this way, our family's boat will have good luck in the future."

All the people at the table laughed knowingly, Xu Xizhou's cheeks were a little hot, and he looked at Zhuang Jingchun from the corner of his eye, and the other party's fair ears were also red.

The custom of eating New Year's Eve in City B is to eat dumplings, and the dumplings will also contain some coins and the like. People who eat dumplings with things will often have good luck in the coming year.

When Xu Xizhou ate the fifth dumpling, he bit something hard in his mouth. He put the dumplings back in the bowl and saw a shiny gold coin inside.

On the other side, Zhuang Jingchun also bit a silver coin. The two looked at each other with joy in their eyes.

"Why are you two so lucky? I've finished this plate, but I still have nothing." Ren Duo was a little discouraged, and poked at the remaining dipping sauce in the bowl.

"Mom, are you too partial when serving dumplings?"

"I'm really scared of you, why don't you come and eat my bowl?"

"That's not good. I want to maintain my figure. Even if it's a New Year's Eve dinner, I have to control my food intake."

Xu Xizhou put a dumpling in his bowl into Renduo's plate, and said with a smile, "Sister, try this."

Ren Duo glanced at him suspiciously, picked up the dumpling, and bit into his mouth. A shiny gold coin fell out.

"You guy, why is your luck so good, with two gold coins attached."

Xu Xizhou shrugged his shoulders with a smug look on his face, "No way, Ou Shen's possession is like this."

When the New Year's Eve dinner was almost over, Ren Huamin took out a stack of thick red envelopes and distributed them to the juniors one by one. After he finished sending it, Ren Junyun also started sending red envelopes. Next, Shu Yue took out a stack of red envelopes.

After getting off the dining table, Xu Xizhou's pockets were full of red envelopes, and his pockets could barely fit. When returned to the room, saw that the red envelopes were all brand-new red notes, adding up to more than 20,000 yuan.

Downstairs, Ren Duo was calling him to play cards, and the sound of the opening of the Spring Festival Gala came from the living room, which was extraordinarily lively. With a smile on the corner of Xu Xizhou's mouth, he took a stack of banknotes from the red envelope, stuffed it into his pocket, and went downstairs.

Zhuang Jingchun was already on the mahjong table. It was estimated that he was rushing the ducks to the shelves and was dragged up by Ren Duo, with a somewhat difficult expression on his face.

"Xiaozhou, Xiaozhuang doesn't know how to play mahjong at first sight. You have to teach him well, so as not to let him lose all his red envelopes." The aunt who was sitting across from him couldn't bear it.

Xu Xizhou didn't come to the table, so he asked Shu Yue to fight, moved a stool by himself, and sat next to Zhuang Jingchun.

"You really don't know how to play mahjong?"

"Look at my mother and know the rules." Zhuang Jingchun bit the bullet and laid out the cards, looking at Xu Xizhou as if asking for help.

"Would you like to come?"

"It's okay, I know how to fight, I'll teach you."

In fact, Xu Xizhou is not very good at playing mahjong, but seeing Zhuang Jingchun's chaotic appearance, he inexplicably has self-confidence.

The two got together and discussed tactics against the cards in front of them. As a result, hit a circle and fired twice. Don't talk shit, never even draw.

"Xiaozhou, don't you also know how to play mahjong?" Ren Duo broke him mercilessly, "I think you two stooges together can't become Zhuge Liang."

Xu Xizhou did not believe in evil and went into battle in person. As a result, his luck was even worse than Zhuang Jingchun. Once, he even fired a double-shot cannon, and Ren Duo and his aunt smiled and kept collecting money in the box.

"Grandpa, come and fight, I don't want to fight anymore." Xu Xizhou abdicated in tears.

He went to the living room and glanced at the Spring Festival Gala on TV, which was playing a boring song and dance program. He was hesitating whether to go back and continue watching them play cards when the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

"Come to the backyard."

Zhuang Jingchun hasn't seen anyone for a while, why did he run into the yard?

Xu Xizhou went to the backyard curiously, and as soon as he walked down the steps, his pupils widened slightly.

Colorful fireworks burst above his head, lighting up the dark night sky.

Zhuang Jingchun stood under the fireworks with a gentle smile in her green eyes.

"Xiaozhou, happy Spring Festival!"

"When did you prepare? I don't know why." Xu Xizhou unconsciously raised the corner of his mouth and walked quickly to him.

"I asked Ren Duo to help, I want to give you a surprise."

Xu Xizhou suddenly remembered something and snorted coldly.

"Last year, I don't know who said that setting off fireworks was childish. How does it feel to be slapped in the face now?"

When he said this, Zhuang Jingchun also remembered that during the Spring Festival last year, Xu Xizhou set off fireworks in the garden. He watched from upstairs, the boy hugging his knees and sitting alone on the steps was so lonely and lonely, that kind of empathy The distress he still remembered very clearly.

"When did I say that setting off fireworks was childish?" Zhuang Jingchun coughed uncomfortably, trying to confuse the topic.

"There are also fairy sticks here, do you want to play?"

Xu Xizhou was instantly distracted, and happily took the fireworks box in his hand.

"Okay, I want to play."

The two set off a lot of fireworks in the yard, and Xu Xizhou took out the Polaroid again and wanted to take a picture of Zhuang Jingchun. Zhuang Jingchun didn't like being on camera very much. Every time Xu Xizhou wanted to take a picture of him, he subconsciously covered his face with his hands.