When the auction ended, Ling Mei and Chen Lao Wu were stopped when they left.

"Miss Xiao."

Ling Mei looked back and saw that it was Shi Yang's father and daughter. subconsciously hugged Xiao Jin tightly. Said politely, "Mr. Shi, Miss Shi."

Shi Yang glanced at the orchid that his daughter was holding: "Thank you Miss Xiao for your mercy today."

Xiao Jin disdainfully don't overdo it.

Ling Mei smiled, "Mr. Shi is also a person who understands flowers. In your hands, the crown and lotus will be undefeated and evergreen."

Who doesn't like to listen to good words, the smile in Shi Yang's eyes is even stronger.

"Miss Xiao, the little girl Shi Shi had some misunderstandings with you and Xiao Jin before. I hope you will be magnanimous, and don't have anything to do with her."

Mei Cheng was terrified: "Mr. Shi's words are too serious. I don't have any big grudges with Miss Shi—"

Little Golden Meow screamed, "Who said there is no grudge or grudge? She has a vendetta against you for abducting and selling Ben-sama!"

Ling Mei pressed its head hard: shut up.

Shi Yang was dumbfounded: This, this is disrespectful to Philip!

Ling Mei continued, "Even if there is, what you said is a misunderstanding. Naturally, I don't take it to heart. Isn't that right, Miss Shi?"

Shi Shi endured her anger and nodded yes with difficulty.

Shi Yang smiled reluctantly: "Miss Xiao is really broad-minded. In this way, let me be an owner at BJ Hotel, and please Miss Xiao must appreciate her face?"

Ling Mei raised her eyebrows and smiled, "That's not right. Those who come are guests. Even if I want to have a treat, I should invite you. It's just that it's been close to the end of the year recently. My factory is really busy, and I ask Mr. Shi to forgive me. When the spring is warm, I invite you to try BJ's roasted lamb."

Shi Yang was overwhelmed by Ling Mei's old-fashioned refusal. Even Chen Qianshu on the side couldn't help but laugh with Lao Wu when he heard it.

This girl must be able to learn to play Tai Chi.

Shi Yang couldn't force Ling Mei to go to the banquet, so he had to say, "Then I'll wait for Miss Xiao's roasted mutton."

The two sides said goodbye, each with a smirk on their faces, and their faces sank like water.

Little cunning head.

Old fox.

******

The day before Chinese New Year's Eve, Zhuo Lin's parents rushed to the capital.

Ling Mei and the two elders can be said to be familiar at first sight. Zhuo's father is hearty and funny, and Zhuo's mother is generous and capable. You can talk about anything together. Even Zichun secretly whispered to Ling Mei: With such good parents, no wonder Mr. Zhuo is so good.

Zhuo's parents originally wanted to take on the heavy responsibility of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but when they entered the kitchen, they were taken aback. Meat balls, egg dumplings, spring rolls, and frozen red and white meat, there should be, and even fresh fish and live shrimp are raised in the water tank.

Zhuo's mother regrets: I still want to show off my cooking skills in front of her son's leaders.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, Ling Mei's courtyard burned the fire wall, and there were copper stove pots burning on the table, and plates of beef and mutton and pork belly were cut thin and complete by Xiaojin with spiritual power, and they were piled up like snowflakes. The fish and shrimp in the spiritual spring are braised and boiled, and they are also made into fish balls and shrimp balls, which are rolled around in the mutton soup.

Ling Mei, Zhuo Lin's family of three and Zichun raised their glasses with a smile.

Zichun: "I wish us better next year than this year!"

Zhuo Lin: "I wish our company more success in the capital."

Ling Mei: "I wish all of us a lot of money and all the best."

The cups collided together with a soft crunching sound.

Just as he was about to start eating, he suddenly heard a knock on the door outside.

Ling Mei was surprised: On Chinese New Year's Eve, it was snowing outside, who would come to the door?

She put on a duck down sweater, and Zhuo Lin gave her an umbrella and a flashlight and followed her into the snowstorm.

When I opened the door, there were three large and small ones standing outside the door.

Ling Mei struggled a little to see the man's face under the thick wool scarf. But the familiar figure made her call out in disbelief, "Daddy?"

Yue Shan ripped off his scarf and showed his face. She threw herself into his arms in surprise, and when she looked up, her eyes were already full of tears: "Dad, is it really you?"

Ling Yun smiled beside him

shouted, "Sister!"

"Ling Yun!" Ling Mei chirped and kissed him on the face.

Ling Yun said helplessly, "Sister. I'm 10 years old."

Ling Mei patted him on the head: "No matter how big it is, it's my brother." She looked at Yue Shan and said angrily, "Dad, why don't you come to the capital and tell me?!"

Yue Shan grinned: "The New Year should be a neat family. How can we be separated?"

Guixiang also smiled and said, "Your father said that he would come to the capital to accompany you for the New Year, so let's come together."

It was rare for Ling Mei to show a good face to Guixiang, her eyes were fixed on her father's side, and the young man who was about the same height as her father was Ling Hui. Ling Hui looked at Ling Mei and then at Zhuo Lin, and wondered a little how they were together, but they didn't squeak.

Zhuo Lin smiled, "Don't stand in the wind. Come in and get warm."

Ling Mei took her father with one hand and led Ling Yun to the hall with the other: "You guys came just in time. I've slipped a lot of meat, and I'm worried that I won't be able to finish it."

Ling Hui walked on the promenade and quietly observed the situation in the courtyard. He knows the goods very well, such a big yard, and the decoration is so good, the rent is definitely not cheap. Xiao Lingmei will spend money!

Entering the house, the Yueshan family was not surprised by the appearance of the Zhuo family's parents, but felt more cordial: it was for the sake of the child that they left the warm Fujian on a cold day and rushed to the icy and snowy capital. So the two parties had a sad heart, and they chatted quite happily.

Ling Hui was dissatisfied with his father's move to the capital to accompany Ling Mei for the New Year, but fortunately, he didn't object to enjoying the scenery of the capital. When I saw Zhuo Lin's parents in the house, I was even more angry: obviously I didn't go home for the New Year after the winter vacation, but I had a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with Zhuo Lin's family! Who is her father?

Zichun scooped a bowl of hot mutton soup for each of her sister-in-law's family, and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, try our craftsmanship. This pot of mutton soup has been boiling for three hours."

Guixiang took off her duck down sweater, looked at the dishes on the table and said with a smile: "Your craftsmanship has to be passed on by me, how can it be bad?" As he spoke, he patted his clothes and sighed, "Fortunately, there is a duck down jacket that Ling Mei sent back. No matter how cold it is, I can get through it."

Yue Shan drank the hot soup in a few sips and praised, "This soup is delicious."

He looked around the room, "Why is it so warm in this room?"

Ling Mei said while preparing hot towels for them, "This house is built with a wall of fire, and there is a flue in the wall. Outside the courtyard, there are six charcoal spouts and a stove in the kitchen. In the winter, I relied on the fire wall for heating. By the way, you can live in the West Wing today. I'll help you burn the charcoal in the west chamber in a while, so you can sleep comfortably at night."

Ling Hui said, "It's similar to a foreign fireplace. That's better with air conditioning."

Gui Xiang said happily: "Ling Hui is knowledgeable. What is an air conditioner?"

Ling Hui said, "It's a machine that can adjust the heat and cold of the room. We have it in the computer room of our school. Warm in winter and cool in summer, it costs electricity."

Ling Mei didn't pay attention to Ling Hui, and was only busy giving her father, Ling Yun and Xiaojin shabu to eat.

Guixiang caught a glimpse of her dipping slices of cooked meat in sauce and putting them on Xiao Jin's plate, Xiao Jin ate happily in one bite, and she was really distressed. He didn't dare to reprimand Ling Mei, so he had to smile and say, "Xiao Jin, this brute, followed you to the capital to enjoy happiness."

Ling Yun turned his head and fed Xiao Jin a shrimp ball, and said, "Mother. Don't all of us countrymen raise cats and dogs with their owners? They eat whatever the host eats. Isn't that right, sister?"

Ling Mei took a piece of hot hairy belly and gave it to him: "Yes."

Guixiang stopped squeaking and buried her head in eating meat.

She had never eaten such a delicious hot pot in Fujian, and it was so delicious that her eyebrows were about to fall off.

Seeing that the plates of meat were quickly exhausted, Ling Mei asked Xiao Jin to secretly add a few plates of meat rolls, which fed everyone's stomachs.