Chinese New Year's Eve.

The Spring Festival is the most solemn festival in the traditional Chinese cultural festivals, and many local customs will hold various forms of celebrations, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, welcoming the spring blessings, praying for a good harvest in the coming year, peace and health as the main content, with strong local characteristics.

Migrant workers will return to their hometowns early in the Spring Festival, the usually lively city has become wider and quieter, and the usually lonely villages have become lively, and relatives who have not been able to see each other for a long time have endless topics to talk about throughout the day.

"Mom, where's my wine?"

"Find it yourself"

So Yi Miaomiao found the room from the kitchen, but she couldn't find it after rummaging through the whole room several times, and stood in front of the empty cabinet and thought about it for a long time before she realized the most likely reason.

"Jiajia, Jiajia......"

"Deng Zhibin, where is Jiajia?"

Yi Miaomiao rushed into the kitchen in a hurry and stared at Deng Zhibin, who was squatting on the ground washing vegetables.

"Got rid of the trash, right?"

"Where's the wine in my cupboard?"

Deng Zhibin looked back at Yi Miaomiao, thought for a while and told Yi Miaomiao, "Jiajia took it and returned it yesterday." ”

"I knew it was him."

“……”

Yi Miaomiao stood in place and was silent for a while, squatting sly beside Deng Zhibin, approaching Deng Zhibin's ear and asking secretly, "Do you want to go out and buy it?" ”

“……”

"I heard it" Before Deng Zhibin could nod, Zhou Jiachen, who had taken out the garbage, had already returned, stood behind the two and said a word, and then left to help Yi's mother paste the Spring Festival couplets. "Whoever buys it will drink Auntie's bitter gourd juice."

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

The two turned their heads and smiled at each other, spoke in unison and shook their heads in refusal. "Forget it."

Yi Miaomiao and Deng Zhibin are people who have seen Yi's mother's bitter gourd juice, Deng Zhibin said that he had never drunk such unpleasant bitter gourd juice, and he vomited on the spot.

"I'm going to squeeze orange juice!"

"Help me get a glass of lemonade and honey water, thank you."

Yi Miaomiao glanced at Deng Zhibin with a disgusted expression, "Beauty and beauty, right?" ”

"Congratulations, you're ready to answer."

Yi Miaomiao glanced at Deng Zhibin, who gave a thumbs up, and slammed Deng Zhibin's fingers with her right hand.

"Hurt......

"Congratulations, you're already conscious."

"Hey! It's broken, it's broken......"

“……”

"You two stop playing, Miao Miao, come and help."

Deng Zhibin protected his fingers and urged Yi Miaomiao, who was still struggling, "Auntie, I've called you, hurry up." ”

"Don't go"

"Miao Miao"

Under Yi's mother's second shout, Yi Miaomiao let go of her hand and stared at the two big eyes. "It's coming"

"Maniac!"

"Say it again!"

"You're a goddess."

“……”

Prepared the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner noisily, and there was one more person in the team who liked to carry the food to the TV, and Zhou Jiachen, who did not dare to refute Mother Yi, could only say leisurely that eating and watching TV was not good for the stomach.

The big carpet was spread out, and all the tea sets were emptied on the coffee table, and seven dishes and one soup were put on the table.

"Delicious"

Yi Miaomiao put down Deng Zhibin's lemonade and honey water, sat on the left side of the table, and poured a glass of orange juice for Zhou Jiachen, who was sitting opposite.

"Mom, do you know how long it's been since we've eaten like this?"

"Three years"

"How do you know?"

Yi Miaomiao swallowed the dish in her mouth and looked at Mother Yi who was drinking the soup carefully in surprise!

Yi's mother put down the soup bowl in her hand, "You just talked to Jiajia in the kitchen." ”

“……”

Yi Miaomiao thought that her mother would come to a sensational word, but she accidentally heard it, otherwise Yi's mother, who was busy working every New Year, how could she remember that they hadn't eaten Chinese New Year's Eve like this for several years.

"Looks like I picked it up."

"I will accompany you to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner every year in the future." Mother Yi put a piece of fish head in Yi Miaomiao's bowl, and looked at Yi Miaomiao, who was stunned, ashamedly. "Eat."

"You promise me, you are not allowed to go back."

"Don't regret it, eat!"

"Guaranteed?"

Deng Zhibin raised his greasy right hand, "And me"

"You've got your share everywhere! Can't you go back to your house? Yi Miaomiao frowned slightly, and bumped Deng Zhibin with her elbow.

“……”

"I am also a member of this family, although my surname is Deng, but my heart has long changed my surname to Yi."

“……”

"Huh...... Sick all the time"

"Haha...... Isn't it funny? ”

"Haha...... It's funny! ”

Yi Miaomiao, who was laughing there alone with her stomach covering, was rolled her eyes by Deng Zhibin and complained to the indifferent Zhou Jiachen and Yi's mother.

"Fool"

"Haha......"

"Fool"

“……”

The two people who quarrel and have no end add a different sound to the gala, so loud that they can't hear the host's voice clearly.

"Ding-dong......"

Zhou Jiachen's mobile phone rang for a long time, and he didn't know until Yi's mother reminded him, and when he saw his grandmother's avatar, Zhou Jiachen remembered that he hadn't said Happy New Year to his family.

"Hello! Grandma" Zhou Jiachen waved to the camera and smiled happily. "Happy New Year"

When Zhou Jiachen spoke French, the three of them seemed to have discovered a new continent, and they all quieted down to listen to Zhou Jiachen, and then discussed in a whisper.

Yi's mother sighed, "Jiajia knows so many languages."

"It turns out that French is so good." Looks like I'm going to have to learn two sentences to flirt with girls! Deng Zhibin thought secretly while eating.

"Turtle"

Deng Zhibin stared angrily and buried his head in eating, and he had to slap his Yi Miaomiao.

"Yi Miaomiao, you don't hurt me, you feel uncomfortable, right?"

"Well, it's tickling in my heart."

“……”