When Feng Yiming brought the last dish to the table, there were already impatient children lighting firecrackers outside, and the crackling sound was mixed with the cheers of the children. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Mom, I've been busy all day today, try it!" Feng Yiming looked at the embarrassment on his mother's face, and said softly with a smile. For more than a year, my mother has rarely cooked vegetables, either Feng Yiming burns, or goes to the cafeteria to get some food and come back to mix, let alone Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. was originally a well-deserved responsibility of a housewife, but now it is basically handed over to her underage son, and Rao Feng's mother is the Empress Dowager Cixi in the family, and she is also a little blushing.

Before his mother's chopsticks were raised, Feng Wei'an had already stuffed a piece of braised beef into his mouth, and sighed while eating: "Son, how did you practice this dish......?

For the sake of today's New Year, my mother, who was already raising her eyebrows, didn't slap the table and scolded, but only muttered a few words, which means that you Feng Wei'an have eaten the rice I cooked for so many years, and I haven't seen you lose a piece of meat!

Close the doors and windows, turn on the TV, the family of three sat down, drinking while waiting for the Spring Festival Gala, as soon as they sat down, Feng's mother held a drink glass and touched Feng Yiming with a smile, and said to her husband: "Whose son can compare with our family, whether it is academic performance, sports activities, even cooking skills are so ......"

Feng Wei'an looked at his son who was shy, turned his head to look at the purple clay pot on the coffee table, and said, "That's it, our family has a lot of hobbies, and he can handle everything." ”

Feng Yiming snorted, with a smile on his face that he thought was "innocent and cute", raised his glass and said: "I salute my parents first, I wish my father to continue to be promoted in the new year, and I wish my mother a new high in the graduating class this year." ”

Feng Mu held the drink cup and nodded with a smile, but Feng Wei'an said lazily: "Do you still have time to care about us......? Oops!"

Feng Yiming drank the wine in the cup and looked at his father quietly, nine times out of ten, he was kicked by his mother just now, he deserved it!

The time soon passed 7 o'clock, the TV has begun to broadcast the preview of the Spring Festival Gala, Feng Yiming is really not much interested in the "Chinese tradition for thousands of years" Spring Festival Gala, searched in his mind for a long time and did not remember what excellent programs this year's Spring Festival Gala, look at the parents who are still quite looking forward to this, smiled and said: "Mom, parents, why don't we play cards later?"

Before Feng Wei'an could speak, Feng's mother had already refused, and reprimanded: "What kind of cards to play! School will start in a few days after the New Year, and the thing to study is to sail against the current, and if you don't advance, you ......will retreat."

Feng Yiming grinned and listened to his mother's teachings, and regretfully remembered that playing cards and mahjong during the Chinese New Year in his previous life was still a few years after he graduated, at that time his parents had already retired, and now he mentioned playing cards, he was really looking for scolding, Feng Yiming was glad in his heart that he hadn't had time to ask how big it was, if his mother heard this, the nature would not be playing cards for fun, it was gambling......

For more than a year, Feng Yiming nodded in front of his mother, and he added a lot of light to his mother's face in his studies, except for smoking, he hadn't been reprimanded by his mother for a long time. Feng Wei'an raised his hand and squinted the wine, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the few pieces of braised beef left on the plate, and kept looking at his son out of the corner of his eye, getting carried away, he deserved it!

It's easy to appease my mother, Feng Yiming hasn't breathed a sigh of relief, my mother suddenly remembered something, grabbed her son and asked: "By the way, Lao Liu asked me yesterday, do you want to try the college entrance examination in the second year of high school, if you have good grades, you will leave in the second year of high school, and if you don't have good grades, you won't leave, one more chance!"

Nima, going to take the college entrance examination in the second year of high school? Feng Yiming tried hard to recall that such a thing had indeed happened in his previous life, and this kind of special treatment was only possible for the kind of examiners who excelled in the whole grade and threw the second place far away.

Feng Yiming secretly thought in his heart, if he didn't mention anything else, even if he had been messing with Zhang Jingjing for a year, he would never agree!

Feng's mother looked at her son with a straight face and righteous words, and shook her head regretfully, but Feng Wei'an, who was watching coldly on the sidelines, saw some clues, for more than a year, Feng Wei'an also felt the pulse of his son, and such a serious statement was often coaxing, but it was said casually, and it was probably deliberate.

The dishes on the table were already cold, and the wine of the father and son was almost drunk, Feng Wei'an made a mark on the remaining half bottle of wine on the wine bottle, and stuffed it under the bed like a baby, Feng Yiming was a little speechless, he likes to drink some good wine, but he is not a person who does not like to drink, as for guarding me so much?

There is still half an hour before the Spring Festival Gala begins, and the phone ringing at home begins to ring non-stop, although mobile phones will be overwhelming in a few years, and everyone has one, but in Qingping in 2000, not every family has a phone, and most of the phone greetings are Feng Wei'an's colleagues or friends from other places.

Feng Yiming, who had to send group text messages and WeChat messages for his parents every year in the Chinese New Year's Eve in his previous life, thought that intelligence and networking brought people not only convenience, but also invisible estrangement and indifference.

Feng Yiming was about to clean up the table, Feng's mother snatched her son's work, dragged Feng Wei'an into the kitchen to wash dishes, in Feng's mother's words: "You can't let your underage son cook Chinese New Year's Eve, parents don't even want to wash the dishes!"

"Yiming, you don't care if you watch TV, your dad can't cook, but he's quite expert at washing dishes!"

Feng Yiming couldn't help but smile and watched his father reluctantly walk into the kitchen, reborn for more than a year, Feng Yiming basically consciously washed the dishes after eating, this is a habit developed by celibacy in his previous life, but he forgot this tradition at home, his mother cooks, his father washes the dishes, one has been cooking for 20 years, but he still has no cooking skills, and the other has washed the dishes for 20 years, but he is already a journeyman.

Specially turned up the sound of the TV, Feng Yiming touched into the bedroom, picked up the microphone and dialed the phone, the ringtone only rang twice, and it was picked up, and the familiar and cold voice came into Feng Yiming's ears.

"Jingjing, I'm Yiming. Happy New Year. ”

"Wait. ”

Faintly hearing someone laughing and asking loudly on the side, and also hearing Zhang Jingjing's cold and merciless words, Feng Yiming's heart was a little tight, Chinese New Year's Eve is always a time for family reunion, at this time, the girl actually talked to her family in such a tone.

Feng Yiming was a little distressed, more than a year was enough for him to understand Zhang Jingjing's temperament, and for her to say such ruthless words, she must have been stabbed in the softest place in her heart, Feng Yiming faintly guessed that the other party should have mentioned Zhang Jingjing's father who had never mentioned it.