Ling Mei changed the topic and asked, "Your business trip will be at least half a year smaller. Is Brother Hai willing to do it?"

Zichun blushed and gently nudged her, "What are you talking about?"

Ling Mei pulled up the quilt and covered her face and smiled, "Okay. At the opening ceremony of the completion of the Changping strawberry farm, I called Brother Linghai and Grandma to go to BJ together. You two can get together. When the time comes, Xiao Beisheng is newly married—ah, are you screwing ***?!"

Zichun gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing with Brother Ling Hai? I don't believe you, and you didn't meet anyone in school who pursued you. You have to hold on to it, lest that little bamboo horse of yours will be beaten by chickens and eggs when he returns home, and both people and money will be empty."

Ling Mei said shamelessly, "That's. Brother Jun Xiao missed me, and the loss was great."

Zichun covered his mouth and smiled. She has never seen Jun Xiao, but what can make Ling Mei worry about her heart must be both talent and appearance.

Zichun talked about several employees she brought into Beijing this time. According to the company's rating, they have been rated as a technician. The company's technicians are not so easy to evaluate. It must be experienced and can stand alone.

Ling Mei smiled, "That's because your master taught it well."

Zichun was also not modest: "I am your personal disciple."

The two talked and laughed until midnight and fell asleep unconsciously.

In a few months, Ling Mei will usher in her first Spring Festival in the capital.

The winter vacation is short, she takes care of the decoration, and she also has to pay attention to the base in Changping, so she has no plans to return to Fujian this year. Zichun and Zhuo Lin were worried that if there was a big yard, there would be a little girl who was afraid of any accidents, so they both stayed. Despite Ling Mei's persuasion, they did not change their minds.

Zhuo Lin also said, "I'm going to buy New Year's goods. By the way, should we eat hot pot on the warm pit for Chinese New Year's Eve?"

Ling Mei didn't have a rut, but as soon as she heard that she was going to eat hot pot, she was interested: "Okay. Buy more lamb. There are also money tripe, hairy tripe, and beef shutters. If I had more cuttlefish, I would like to eat cuttlefish balls. Buy some more pork belly, I want to make dumplings and dumplings. That's right. You're welcome to buy more snacks and chocolates. I almost forgot, buy me some beautiful hampers, and I'll send them to Dr. Zhu's house."

Zhuo Lin looked at her little mouth and kept talking about so many ingredients in one breath, and couldn't help it. No matter how capable a little girl is, she is also a snacker. When he heard that he was giving a gift box to Dr. Zhu's family at the end, his expression was immediately serious: Dr. Zhu is the father of Mr. Xiao's bamboo horse, right? You can't buy things randomly, you have to pick and choose.

Finally waited for the school holiday, Ling Mei covered the bedspread, collected all the daily necessities and locked them in the cabinet. Carrying a school bag to say goodbye to your roommate.

Yang Yuan saw that she was light, and asked in surprise, "You don't go back to Fujian without a salute?"

Ling Mei smiled and explained, "I'm not going home this year."

Yang Yuan sighed, "Then where do you live?"

Before Ling Mei could answer, Li Yanyan interjected, "Ling Mei is not going home? Are you going to live in the school?"

Ling Mei said directly, "I have a house in BJ."

Li Yanyan laughed, "Really? You actually have a house in BJ? Where? Take us on a tour someday."

Ling Mei was too lazy to deal with her, so she left a sentence of "see you next year" and left.

Xiao Kuxi said, "Yanyan, you are really. Xiao Lingmei is also considered a 10,000-yuan household in Fujian, so what's so difficult about having a suite in the capital?"

Li Yanyan said clearly, "I see. It's about a courtyard house of 300 yuan?"

Xiao Kuxi pursed his lips and smiled, "You."

Yang Yuan and Zhao Jiayan didn't talk, they only wished them a happy New Year, and then took a salute to say goodbye.

Walking out of the school, Yang Yuan snorted, "Who is it?"

Zhao Jiayan glanced back and persuaded her, "We can't afford to provoke that kind of person and can't hide?"

Yang Yuan pouted: "Who said it wasn't?"

Ling Mei Xing rushed back to the courtyard in Nanluogu Lane, and the curtain and lantern had been pasted on the gate. There is a kind of satisfaction in my heart: sure enough, I still have a house in my hand, and I have a bottom in my heart.

No matter where she is in the future, there will always be a yard waiting for her to come home.

Push open the door

, cheers.

Rows of red lanterns hang under the eaves, and golden bubble balls with large red bows are sandwiched in them. She couldn't help but laugh. The combination of East and West is quite beautiful. There is no need to guess, it must be the handiwork of Mr. Zhuo.

There was a burst of fragrance from the kitchen, and when Ling Mei entered the house, Zhuo Lin was cooking in the kitchen, and Zichun started it. She was surprised and asked, "Mr. Zhuo, do you still cook?"

Zhuo Lin looked back and smiled, "Mr. Xiao is back."

The wall of fire burned the whole house warm. Zhuo Lin only wore a thick woolen sweater, covered a bib, took off his glasses, and his hair was not combed meticulously as usual, looking younger and more handsome than usual.

"Try my craft today." He skillfully reversed the pot, "The skills I practiced when I studied abroad."

Zichun praised: "Mr. Zhuo's knife work is good."

Ling Mei washed her hands with a smile, and said quickly while arranging the bowl, "It seems that we have oral administration today."

The kitchen is made of a seven-star stove. The wok is fragrant, the steamer is stacked with three layers of stove fire, and a soup pot is emitting white smoke, and the aroma of various ingredients is mixed together, which is strangely harmonious and warm.

Half an hour later, the table was full of food.

The lion's head is tender and big, the fried chicken pieces with millet pepper are smooth and shiny, the steamed sea bass is half cut into a circle and sprinkled with green onions, and the bowl of red and bright red intestine is marinated with the marinade brought to Lingmei's grandmother by Yueshan. The trembling fat intestine is red on the outside and white on the inside, which is especially good-looking. Coupled with a pot of fragrant and fragrant pigeon yam soup, Mei smiled when she ate it, and praised her with her thumb: "Mr. Xiao's future wife is so blessed!"

Zichun agreed, and couldn't help but regret: "Ling Hai won't cook vegetables."

Zhuo Lin smiled and served a bowl of soup to each of them: "I really can't get used to hamburger and pizza in the years when I studied abroad. The school dormitory is not allowed to stir-fry. I just want to find someone to share an apartment outside. I took the opportunity of the school to hold a party and made dumplings, and I met Wang Zhijia. When that kid first arrived, his stomach was almost smoked by the beef burger, and he ate 20 of my shrimp dumplings in a row."

Ling Mei thought of Wang Zhijia's thin figure like a bamboo pole, and couldn't help but pity his stomach tortured by foreign food.

Zhuo Lin continued, "I think that kid is dressed well. So I persuaded him and me to move out. I can be responsible for one staple meal a day. But he had to pay more rent. Unexpectedly, he agreed without thinking about it. Unfortunately, after two years of living together, I graduated and returned to China."

Ling Mei suddenly remembered, "Xiao Wang is teaching at Xiamen University, right?"

"Hmm. Wang Zhijia is now a lecturer in the computer science major that was newly opened at Xiamen University two years ago."

Ling Mei thought that Xiaoqin was also at Xiamen University, but I don't know if the two of them recognize each other?

Zichun asked while eating, "Mr. Zhuo, if you don't go home for the New Year, can your parents rest assured?"

Zhuo Lin smiled: "I was about to make a report to Mr. Xiao, my parents decided to come to the capital to celebrate the New Year with me. I think there are quite a few empty houses in the yard—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Mei sighed, "That's a good feeling. The more people there are, the more lively they are. You can pick the vacant room yourself, and you're welcome. Mr. Zhuo, can you remind me that our company will hold a final banquet before the Chinese New Year in the future. Invite employees and their families to have a meal together. By the way, there will be another commendation meeting, do you think it will work?"

Zhuo Lin nodded, "Okay."