Chinese New Year's Eve.

After the twenty-eighth day, the disciples took a holiday. Under the instruction of An Yuye, Jingyue Tower was not opened, and it was supposed to contract the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner two years ago. This year, An Xiaoye pushed all these activities alone, in his habitual words, money is not enough, but people will be tired. He can't care about other shops, but his own disciples can't fail.

This time, according to their rules, the Spring Festival night has been held on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The Lingyu Sect is a sect, and the disciples are the most valuable wealth. Businessmen value profits, and the difference between the two is self-evident.

Such an order was transmitted by the air shuttle pigeon to every stronghold in the world, and in every place that Anyu could see and could not see, the respect for him was overflowing.

On the morning of the Chinese New Year's Eve, most of the shops in the town were closed. The only ones that are still open are the guys who were tempted by the boss with several times the usual salary, and those shops that are right next to them, and the kind of shops that can be opened and lived at the same time.

The closed doors of the shops are pasted with couplets and the word "Fu", and there are only pedestrians left in the streets and alleys.

An Xiaoye walked out of the door and stretched his waist, after breaking through the mountains in a ridiculous night, his spirit was much better, even if he was busy all night, he would not feel tired.

The snow that had been going on for the past few days had stopped, leaving a little snow that had not yet melted, storing the winter chill. From time to time, disciples passed by behind him and greeted him. The disciples took advantage of the Chinese New Year to go out for a stroll together, but unfortunately most of the shops were closed, and they could only look at the scenery when they went out.

Jiang Yuxue responded to An Yuye's request to stay in the town and leave the city for the New Year, and An Yuye ran over again. Tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is the main event, after all, her flower banquet building is only a sub-sect stronghold, there are not many people, and those singing and dancing teams are still ordinary women, and they have all gone home for the New Year. The rest of the disciples gathered together, and they couldn't help but look a little deserted.

Since An Xiaoye begged her to stay in disguise, she naturally didn't care, let alone let her feel lonely, after all, nominally, or to some extent, in fact, An Xiaoye and Jiang Yuxue can be regarded as lovers. He asked her to stay, didn't he also have a ghost in mind.

Jiang Yuxue happened to be sitting in the hall, and she raised her eyebrows and saw An Yuye, "Yo, I've really come to see someone." ”

If An Xiaoye was in a normal state, he would have stayed away from her words, but today he didn't know what evil he had fallen into, so he walked directly to her side and hugged her willow waist, and said with his face against his face: "I don't want my little lover to be here alone, it looks pitiful." ”

Jiang Yuxue's face turned red and said angrily: "Where is Chu Chu pitiful." ”

An Xiaoye smiled playfully: "When I didn't come, I really didn't think about it?"

"No!", a cool sound sounded in my ear.

"Okay, okay, no kidding. Bring your disciples to our Jingyue Tower tonight for Chinese New Year's Eve, there are not many of you here, come to us to make a scene, anyway, at least the relationship between the two families in the town is good. ”

After all, An Xiaoye came to her, she was still very happy, and pushed An Xiaoye away and said: "I know, I know, I will bring my disciples over at night, you can't neglect my partial room." ”

Seeing her agree, An Xiaoye immediately turned to leave. I have to say that the oil is quite refreshing.

Return to the sect, An Xiaoyue's residence.

In the past, even on Chinese New Year's Eve and Spring Festival, An Xiaoyue's practice would not stagnate, sometimes he would come out for a meal and say a few words, and he would not even return for the Spring Festival for a year or two.

"I've been lazy a lot this year, and it's all your fault. Seeing her brother coming back, An Xiaoyue sighed and said.

"Okay, it's all my fault. It's distressing to see how tired you have been in the past few years. It won't be like a few days of less cultivation. Proper rest is more conducive to spiritual practice. ", An Xiaoye quipped.

"Crooked. An Xiaoyue leaned back in her chair and said.

An Xiaoye walked behind her sister and gently kneaded her shoulders with her hands, although at her point, it is impossible for the kind of cervical spondylosis that is extremely common among ordinary people, but fatigue and fatigue will still occur. An Yuye's massage technique for her was not clever, but she let out a burst of comfortable moans, and she didn't know if it was pretending or real.

An Xiaoyue felt that she was lazy now, and said in a slightly sleepy coquettish voice: "My brother will hurt people too." ”

"It's called Husband. ”

"Yes, my little husband. For a while, An Xiaoyue's well-behaved voice made him feel a little weird.

An Yuye's hand teased An Yuyue's neck from time to time, and then slowly slid down from both sides, pressing down her snow-white jade hand. An Xiaoyue, who had been smiling coquettishly because of the itching before, smiled even more happily at this time.

She pressed An Xiaoye's hand back, got up from the chair sideways, and then knelt on the chair and said, "I knew you weren't at ease, but I didn't expect to be in such a hurry." ”

Before An Yuye could react, her waist had already bent into an extremely dangerous arc, and her lips were on An Yuye's face, and the demeanor behind her waist was unobstructed in front of An Yuye's eyes.

......

Evening.

Most of the disciples who went out shopping have already returned. In the kitchen of Jingyue Tower, the disciples in charge of the spoon began to prepare tonight's dishes. After coming here for so long, An Xiao hadn't been to the back kitchen at night, and as soon as he walked in, he was greeted by a smell of oil smoke.

Chen Ningyue actually took charge of the spoon herself today, and An Xiaoye said with some curiosity: "Do you still know how to cook?"

Chen Ningyue focused on the movements in her hands, and was suddenly awakened by An Xiaoye's words, "Ah, oh, of course I will, otherwise how can I be in charge, I participate in the research and development of new dishes in Jingyue Building every month." ”

"Oh yes, let's cook more dishes today, and the demon Dao will come to Jingyue Tower tonight to spend Chinese New Year's Eve with us." In fact, if you can't prepare it, make cold appetizers first, and then have a small activity during the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, so that other disciples can go to the kitchen to show their kitchen skills, and make a lively picture. What do you think?"

Chen Ningyue's free hand held her forehead and said, "Childe, you may not know everyone's cooking skills...... It's terrible. ”

"Ah, that's right. Haha, then you better do more. An Xiaoye laughed awkwardly.

"But it's a good idea, so let's do as Childe says. Chen Ningyue said, "Okay, son-in-law should go out, see that son-in-law is also the kind of master whose five fingers do not touch the spring water, and it is estimated that he can only make a mess in the kitchen." ”

An Xiaoye was choked, but he couldn't refute it. He didn't seem to be very good at this, so he glared at Chen Ningyue and went out. I have nothing to do, so I just wait for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner to start.