When Sun Qian heard this, she suddenly smiled and said, "Well, just do as you say, and send us seasonings every two months."

When you are officially transferred to Kyoto, you don't need to send it. ”

"Hmm. Zhao Yunchu replied.

After lunch, it was already half past one. Everyone rested separately and did not get together to chat.

At night.

There was left dough at noon, and Zhao Yunchu made some fillings and made fried dumplings, and dinner was solved.

The dinner table was cleaned up, and Sun Qian took out some paper of various colors from her bag and cut it into small fish with scissors.

Use scissors to pick up some small branches, divide them into sections, pass them through the middle with a needle, and then thread the cut small fish on them one by one.

Zhao Yunchu watched from the sidelines until the finished product was completed, looking at the vivid pendant. The colorful little fish look very beautiful.

"Mom, your hands are so skillful!"

Sun Qian said with a smile: "I will also make such a pendant, there are fish every year, and I hang it on the wall just to get lucky." ”

Zhao Yunchu looked at the remaining things on the table, and his eyes flashed with green light: "There are so many papers left on the table, I also want to make a string." ”

Sun Qian: "Okay, you follow the steps I did, take your time." Work slowly and carefully, and you must be patient in doing things. ”

Zhao Yunchu nodded, picked up the scissors and started to get busy.

Le Beicheng and Le Yichen, like yesterday, were drinking tea and playing chess, and there were a few quarrels from time to time.

"Son, how can you take this step?"

"Why can't I take this step?"

"Can't you let me?"

"You haven't let me either, so why should I let you?"

Laughter and laughter, and in the blink of an eye, it was midnight. Zhao Yunchu finally made the finished product, and it looks pretty good.

"Mom, it's a little worse than you. But I think it's okay, I'm going to take this string back to the house and hang it. ”

Sun Qian: "Well, the string I made is hanging in our house." ”

Le Beicheng finished his last move: "Dad, I'll stop here today, you lost this game again." ”

"Stinky boy, you've won me all night, and you won't let me win the last game. Le Yichen looked displeased.

Sun Qian smiled and said, "Yichen, what do you care about with the child? If he lets you, you will feel comfortable."

I think you're idle, and tomorrow my son won't play chess with you, see what you do?"

"You" Le Yichen felt that he had been hurt by 10,000 points.

Zhao Yunchu's eyes rolled: "Dad, I'll play chess with you tomorrow, how about it?"

"Okay! Yun Chu still won my heart!" Le Yichen didn't think about it and agreed directly.

Le Beicheng smiled but didn't say anything, his daughter-in-law seemed to be able to play chess before. If they play chess tomorrow, my father will definitely lose even worse tomorrow.

The night passed, and it was the morning of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Yesterday I slept late, and we didn't get up too early in the morning. It was almost seven o'clock, and I got up one after another.

Le Beicheng first went to cook porridge, and then made pickles.

I had a simple breakfast and cleaned up the things on the table.

On the red paper, Le Yichen was responsible for writing the Spring Festival couplets, and then put them on the ground to dry, and when the meal was finished at noon, the Spring Festival couplets were pasted.

The handwriting is sonorous and powerful, and it is breathtaking.

Sun Qian said with a smile: "In previous years, you were asked to write a pair of Spring Festival couplets, grinding and chirping." When you get to your son's house, you don't have to be busy. ”

Le Yichen stopped his pen: "Daughter-in-law, you are seriously dissatisfied with me! I will behave well in the future, learn from my son, and let you be satisfied." ”

Sun Qian pouted: "Don't just talk about not practicing, I have a witness now." ”

Le Yichen patted his chest: "Don't worry, when did I break my promise?"

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