Chapter 707

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No matter what the festival, the most important thing on the street is all kinds of people, the elderly, children, adults, all the families go out.

After all, the Spring Festival is the most important festival in the hearts of Chinese, symbolizing reunion and celebration, and this time is of course to be with family.

Chen Zhengqian looked at the windmills, lanterns and other handicrafts displayed in the stalls on both sides of the street, and a little girl of four or five years old sat on her father's shoulder with a windmill and balloons in her hand.

If Qi Xiaoyu is here, she is guaranteed to be very happy, she likes this occasion the most.

But it's a pity that she was taken back to her hometown by Qi Weiwei to celebrate the New Year with her grandparents.

"You listen to the sound of gongs and drums, and send the old year;

You see a lot of joy, all of them are happy;

……”

A classic traditional Cantonese New Year song came from a stall, adding a little more New Year's flavor to the already lively flower market streets.

"It's really lively!" "My mother saw the flower market in Guangdong for the first time, and she had a surprised expression from beginning to end.

In a small place like Hecheng, there will naturally be no such thing as a flower market, let alone a rural area, at most, whoever is richer can buy two pots of kumquat and put them at the door.

The liveliness of the Yuezhou Flower Market really opened her eyes, at most she had seen it on TV news before, and it was completely different from going to the scene to see it in person.

Dad is not much better, look here and there, it is crowded, if Chen Zhengqian doesn't follow him closely, he is really afraid that he will be lost.

You said that they are such a big person, why are they still like children?

Chen Zhengqian's expression was helpless, making the whole family look like dirt buns entering the city.

Well, forgive him for being a native bun, and he also visited the Spring Festival Flower Market in Guangfu for the first time. Have fun today, everyone has fun casually.

"If you have a fancy for it, you can also buy it directly, and I will be responsible for reimbursement. Chen Zhengqian said to Zhang Zijie and the others with a smile.

I haven't been able to give them a holiday for the New Year, and I feel a little uncomfortable. I really couldn't take care of my parents and Yuan Xiaoyi by myself, so I had to pull them over.

It's only today, tomorrow Chen Zhengqian doesn't plan to go out, you can give them a holiday, and by the way, prepare a big red envelope for them to show their hard work this year.

"Thank you to the owner. Zhang Zijie and the others readily agreed.

It doesn't necessarily cost a few dollars, but it's better than the heart.

To be honest, it was the first time for them to visit the flower market in Guangdong, and when they saw so many novel and interesting things, they were itching for a while, and those with children at home made up their minds to buy some back for their children.

Of course, the main task is to protect the boss's family.

In fact, Chen Zhengqian is not worried about what dangers can be encountered here in the flower market, in the past, the flower market was open to few places, crowded and easy to be pickpocketed, but now each district has its own flower market, and the government has already arranged for manpower to be responsible for inspecting and protecting the safety of the masses, which greatly reduces the probability of accidents.

Chen Zhengqian brought Zhang Zijie and them, mainly to prevent the crowd from being too crowded and crowding everyone apart.

Fortunately, whether it was his parents or Yuan Xiaoyi, they were all in pairs and holding hands, which made Chen Zhengqian feel a lot more at ease.

In addition, it is daytime, and the level of security is still very high, if it is night, Chen Zhengqian would not dare to take a few pregnant women out to visit the flower street.

In the past, the flower market was mainly to sell New Year's flowers, but now it also sells all kinds of handicrafts, as well as a variety of food stalls.

When many people go shopping in the flower street, they will choose to buy a windmill and hold it in their hands, which means that it will run in the new year.

Chen Zhengqian also followed the trend and bought one for each of them. The colorful windmills are indeed indescribably interesting to hold.

Looking at Yuan Xiaoyi and the others, they were still robbing, and they were all childlike, Chen Zhengqian felt that he didn't feel like he was raising a daughter-in-law, but raising four daughters......

On Chinese New Year's Eve, he gave Zhang Zijie and them a holiday, let them go home to reunite with their relatives, and wrapped a big red envelope for one of them, enough for them to spend a big fat year.

Chen Zhengqian personally cooked a sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

With his parents here, he naturally can't look simple, Chen Zhengqian specially bought a lot of ingredients and came back, anyway, the refrigerator is big enough, and it is estimated that he won't have to go out to buy vegetables for a week.

The Chinese New Year's Eve meal follows the traditional recipe, including white-cut chicken, steamed fish, taro button pork, stir-fried roasted pork with celery, stir-fried snow peas with sausage, chicken soup with chestnut and peanuts, and red bean dumplings.

Cantonese people must have chicken at their Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and no chicken is not a feast; fish represents a surplus every year; taro buckle meat is fat and lean; celery represents diligence; sausage represents the taste of the year, and the color of snow peas after stir-frying is green and crisp; chicken soup must be drunk in the New Year's "head soup"; and the soup balls represent reunion.

Everyone sat together and had a good time, and a few girls were busy picking up vegetables for their parents, and everyone had a bulging stomach.

Mom looked at so many caring daughters-in-law, and the smile on her face never stopped.

After eating, my parents called back again to pay respects to my grandparents in the early years, and Chen Zhengqian also talked for a while, and gave red envelopes to a few cousins and grandparents, and sent them on WeChat.

The Spring Festival Gala is like that every year, Chen Zhengqian feels very strange, why do they always like to move some outdated jokes to the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, do they all think that people all over the country are not online?

Anyway, I think the Spring Festival Gala is getting worse and worse every year.

According to statistics, Nanyue is the area with the lowest ratings for the Spring Festival Gala, because after the reunion dinner, Nanyue people will go out with their families to Xinghua Street, and they will not go back until about eleven o'clock, and some even go out for the New Year directly.

Then there is the observance of the New Year, but many people don't observe these customs very much these days.

"You guys go to bed early after watching TV, don't stay up too late. Before my mother went back to bed, she told Chen Zhengqian, who was still in the living room.

Chen Zhengqian hurriedly said: "I know Mom, you and Dad should rest first." ”

Fireworks and firecrackers are banned in Guangzhou, except for the government's unified firecrackers, private individuals are not allowed to set off firecrackers, and Chen Zhengqian does not have to wait for twelve o'clock to run out to set off firecrackers.

Seeing that the time was almost up, it was almost twelve o'clock, Yuan Xiaoyi and Tang Yanqi, two pregnant women, couldn't stay up late, so they were driven back to the room by Chen Zhengqian early.

Although Pei Chuying and Liang Ying were so sleepy that they yawned, they still accompanied him to watch TV in the living room.

Chen Zhengqian was a little distressed, so he went to sleep: "Okay, let's go back to the room and sleep." ”

casually turned off the TV, picked one up in one hand and went directly upstairs.

On the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, in the last few minutes of the New Year, everyone was lying on the same big bed.

Pei Chuying quietly held his handle: "Husband, I want ~~~~"

Chen Zhengqian had a bitter face, he was thirty years old in Chinese New Year's Eve, and he couldn't give the chickens a vacation?

In the brilliant fireworks outside the window, Comrade Chen Zhengqian fired the first shot of the Lunar New Year!