Chapter 219: Sending New Year's Goods

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"Is this a blow?" Song Zhiwu's eyes swept over Zhao You's back and the study door from time to time, and he was curious in his heart, I don't know what the eldest brother and the younger sister said to him, why didn't this person wilt after a while?

"Leave him alone, come over and help. Zheng Xiuqi pulled the person away, lowered her voice and said in her man's ear, "What's the matter with you, didn't you see your parents and they didn't want to see him, you are good...... Baba's mention of it is as if everyone will not forget him. ā€

Song Zhiwu was said by his wife to be a spirit, he didn't pick a place to see the excitement, why did he forget his mother's fierceness.

"Xiuqi, I'm glad to have you. Song Zhiwu carried his family behind his back and secretly took a sip on Zheng Xiuqi's face, which immediately aroused the other party's glare.

"Don't look at what kind of place this is, just dare to mess around, hurry out with the food, don't get in the way. Zheng Xiuqi's mouth was full of resentment, and her eyes were full of shame.

Song Zhiwu smiled and obediently went out with the dishes, just when he met the eldest brother and younger sister who came out of the study, and suddenly gossip flashed in his eyes.

It's just that the brother and sister didn't pay attention to him, and the light of Song Zhiwu's gossip had to be extinguished unwillingly.

At the first reunion dinner after Song Zhifang returned home, the Song family maintained a bright smile on their faces no matter what they thought in their hearts.

On the other side, Liu Song's father and daughter seemed a little lonely. Although Liu Mingyan also cooked a few dishes, only their father and daughter ate them, which was not lively enough.

"Dad, grandma, when are they coming up?" Liu Mingyan took the chopsticks and put the fish meat in her mouth and chewed, her eyebrows and eyes curled with satisfaction. The fish that have been raised in the pond water are tender and fatty.

"Just come up for a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, your grandmother and they plan to come over after the 'New Year' on the morning of the twenty-ninth day, you have time to clean up the room, and save the day of the busy day." ā€

"Well, I understand. Liu Mingyan nodded, "Dad, I have prepared some good things for you, and one day you will take the time to send them to Uncle Lin and Aunt Song's house in the compound." ā€

Liu Song took a meal with chopsticks, and then continued to eat as if nothing had happened.

It's just that the reddish tips of his ears betray the embarrassment in his heart.

"Do you really want to send it?"

Liu Mingyan glared, "Don't you want to go to Aunt Song's family to have a good impression?"

"I'm a little embarrassed!" Liu Song squirmed embarrassedly, "I'm afraid that your Aunt Song's family will blame me for being too direct." ā€

"What's wrong with being direct?" Liu Mingyan rolled her eyes, "You and Aunt Song are both old, do you still want to fall in love like a young guy and a little girl?"

Liu Song thought about it, he and Xiao Song are not young anymore, and they can't talk slowly like young people, but there is still a process to be had, but why does the girl know so much?

"How do you know so much, you won't fall in love at school, right?" Liu Song was surprised, he was not against his daughter talking about friends, as long as it didn't affect her studies and didn't let herself suffer, it was not impossible to talk about friends to regulate her mood.

Liu Mingyan shook her head at first, and then slowly said, "You'll know if you watch more on TV, but I won't have a boyfriend before I go to college." ā€

This is the rule that Liu Mingyan set for herself, and even if she talks about it in college, it is not for anyone.

"It's good that you know it in your own heart. Liu Song is still very relieved about his daughter, in fact, most of this family and him are taken care of by his daughter, including his nephew and Akai.

In the blink of an eye, it was the twenty-ninth year, and Liu Song dressed himself up in an abnormal spirit on this day.

A new and crisp suit is added to a mid-length cashmere coat and shiny leather shoes, but there are a bunch of large and small bags at the feet, which is a little detrimental to the image.

"Dad, do you really need me to help carry it together?" Liu Mingyan looked at the pile of bags, blaming herself for preparing too much, and it was difficult for my father to take it.

"You stupid, how could I carry it myself?" Liu Song smiled and rubbed the top of his daughter's hair, "I told your eldest brother-in-law early in the morning, and he will send me over later." ā€

Immediately, Liu Mingyan breathed a sigh of relief, but since someone sent her father over, let's bring more things over.

"How can there be?" Liu Song had a headache, and he knew that he wouldn't say that someone sent it.

"It's the first time you come to the door, how about taking so many things? Wouldn't it be too polite?" Liu Song bullied Ai Ai Dao, "Or maybe it's just that?"

Liu Mingyan squatted on the ground to sort out the bag, and said without raising her head, "These are for Uncle Lin, Aunt Song's family can't send these." ā€

Uncle Lin knows that his own things, although they don't look good, but the taste is not to be said, and they are all natural and handmade.

But those who don't know will definitely dislike it, so Liu Mingyan prepared gifts for her father to the Song family in exquisite boxes.

What tea, saffron, cordyceps, wine, ham, fruits, etc., although she also made them homemade, it would not be like giving Uncle Lin's house, a bag of sausages, a large bundle of eels, a string of salted crabs, such a down-to-earth packaging.

"I'll take the things down first, you can have breakfast quickly!" Liu Mingyan shook her head, and said by the way, "I'm full of energy, don't look in the mirror anymore." With that, he went downstairs with his things.

Liu Song's old face turned red and he went to breakfast in a daze.

Yang Ahan drove the car, but the corner of his eye kept glancing at his brother-in-law, and he muttered in his heart: Dressed up so brightly, who is the brother-in-law going to meet?

Thinking like this, Yang Ahshan came to his senses, he coughed a few times, cleared his throat, and wanted to ask something, but he was stupid, and he didn't know how to open his mouth for a long time, so he was suddenly anxious. It's not winter, and it's sweat on my forehead.

Liu Song didn't notice Yang Ashan's abnormality, he had been making a draft in his heart, demonstrating what he should say after meeting the Song family for a while to leave a good impression on the other party.

"Ason. Yang Ahan shouted, but he didn't hear the answer, he looked at Liu Song in front of him in surprise, frowned, and called again, "Ah Song." This sound was much louder than the first one, but unfortunately Liu Song, who was thinking about his thoughts, still didn't react.

As a last resort, Yang Ashan pushed down Liu Song.

"Hmm, brother-in-law, what's wrong?" asked Liu Song, who turned his head in a daze.

"What were you thinking about, I called you twice?"

"No, nothing. Liu Song's face was a little feverish, "What did you call me?"

"I—I just want to ask, where are you going?"

"Go to Lao Lin's house to deliver New Year's goods!"

"Dressed so well?"

Boom! Liu Song's old face turned red, which made Yang Ashan look surprised.