Chapter 302 Good times come every year!
Chu Qingmian was struggling to move forward holding a huge cake box. Because she could not see her feet clearly, her steps were crooked.
The amazing thing is that the cake in the box is as stable as a mountain and has not been damaged at all.
This is the self-cultivation of a foodie.
She had just finished her last exam today and received a call from Su Chengyi before she even left the teaching building.
On weekdays, it would be even harder to get him to take the initiative to make a phone call.
So when she saw the caller ID, Chu Qingmian confirmed the number before answering the call suspiciously.
Su Chengyi held on for a long time on the phone and actually asked her when she would come to the studio and if she wanted him to pick her up.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Even if you are apologizing for what happened before, this is going too far.
So Miss Chu rejected him very vigilantly, and seriously questioned him whether he had done any bad things again.
Despite this, her mood improved because of the phone call.
It didn't rain, but the stone road in the community was a little damp. I wonder if the cleaners had just cleaned it.
This undoubtedly made Miss Chu’s difficult long march a little more difficult.
At this moment, she made a light move of her hand, and the cake box was caught.
Chu Qingmian was stunned for a moment, took a step back and raised her head.
Su Chengyi saw a cake box monster walking staggeringly from a distance. It was so dangerous that he would rush into the street with the box and the person in the next second, so he hurried over. .
He weighed the box in his hand and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“It’s so heavy, did you move it here yourself?”
“The driver delivered it to the gate of the community.”
Chu Qingmian didn't expect that he would go downstairs to pick her up, and explained slowly.
Perhaps it was the difference in wingspan, but the size of the box in Su Chengyi's hands didn't look so exaggerated.
The two of them walked into the corridor together.
Su Chengyi lowered his head and looked inside through the only transparent part of the outer package. He saw a large three-layer cake with the words "Happy New Year" written in chocolate on the top layer.
Chu Qingmian reached out to block the elevator door, waiting for him to go forward.
Su Chengyi hit the floor button with his elbow.
Today he just took the initiative to make a phone call, and Chu Qingmian suspected that he had done something bad and was looking for compensation. This made him start to reflect on what an extremely unreliable image he was in his daily life.
She has to get used to this as soon as possible.
While waiting for the elevator to go up, he had nothing to say.
“Did you order the cake?”
"The bottom two layers were made by the cake chef aunt, and the top layer was made by myself."
When it came to the cake, Chu Qingmian became a little happy.
She has always liked desserts. When she is in a bad mood, her first reaction is to eat something sweet to calm herself down.
"Then I'll eat the bottom two layers later."
Su Chengyi said seriously.
"What?! That's your own loss!"
Chu Qingmian glared at him.
“Only what I make is strawberry flavor, so I’ll enjoy it secretly!”
“Okay, okay.”
The elevator opened with a ding.
The two of them walked out, the door of the studio was opened loudly, and everyone else was already there.
"Wow~ Mianmian, such a big cake!"
Beside the coffee table, Han Bing was splitting the bouquet she bought and putting it into a vase.
Lin Tong was obviously kidnapped by her morals. He was kneeling on the ground to take pictures for her, and he also had to take pictures of her aristocratic look.
I have to say, this flower arrangement is actually quite stylish.
Han Bing always makes people realize in some unexpected places that she was actually raised by a serious scholarly family.
"Hey, when I called this morning to order, people said they were too busy on New Year's Eve and wouldn't take orders."
Chu Qingmian changed into slippers and trotted over. Watch her arrange flowers.
"Sister Mian, how did you convince me?"
Xu Yang sat on the carpet, and together with He Wufei, he built beer cans into a pyramid shape.
"I'm not convinced."
Chu Qingmian picked up a rose and gently put it into the vase.
"I said I could pay ten times the price."
She said calmly.
Good, good, good, another ability.
Su Chengyi put the cake on the dining table and couldn't help but think that although he was not short of money now, his thoughts were fundamentally different from Miss Chu's.
She is probably the kind of person who really has no idea about money. For her, buying a cake for 300 yuan is equivalent to buying a cake for 3000 yuan or 30000 yuan.
"I'll go, then this cake is really amazing."
Xu Yang got up from the ground and walked to the dining table.
“Let me see what it looks like. Can it be taken apart?”
"Of course."
Chu Qingmian was very satisfied with the shape of the cake she personally supervised and walked over happily.
“The outer packaging of products that cost ten times the price is different. The bow ties are more textured.”
Xu Yang laughed and talked nonsense.
Chu Qingmian held the outer packaging and called everyone over.
"Come here, come here, come here, it's time to witness the miracle!"
She raised her hands and lifted the lid.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang~"
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There was no unexpected sound of surprise, and there was a strange silence all around.
Su Chengyi silently took two steps back to avoid danger.
Han Bing asked with slight hesitation:
"Mianmian, is this a specially made look? Am I unable to keep up with the trend in the dessert industry?"
"Abstract school, I guess."
Xu Yang frowned and said.
"The most important thing about a cake is whether it tastes good or not."
In the end, Lin Tong was the first to react.
"What's going on?"
This was obviously not the reaction Miss Chu expected. She frowned and looked down, and her eyes widened in shock.
The cake has completely lost its original appearance and is all tilted to one side. The four words "Happy New Year" on the top layer have become "Happy New Year and Happy New Year".
"Su Chengyi!!!"
"It's none of my business, Xu Yang must have done it just now."
"Huh??? Conscience of heaven and earth, Sister Mian, not me! This cake is not Did Mr. Yi hug him?”
“Who is it?”
After interrogation and investigation, the real murderer was finally caught.
Chu Qingmian was very angry. She carefully protected her all the way, but Su Chengyi was destroyed after hugging her for just a while.
In the end, Sister Lin calmed down the problem, took out the props, and patiently repaired the problem.
Although there is no way to completely restore it, I can still watch it.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. In this case, I can accept it appearing in my circle of friends.”
Han Bing commented.
"If it were the ugly thing at the beginning, I would delete it."
Xu Yang agreed.
“It wasn’t ugly in the first place, okay!!!”
Seeing Chu Qingmian’s anger rising again, Su Chengyi quickly peeled off a milk candy and fed it to her mouth , while diverting attention.
“The eldest lady went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.”
"Okay!"
Chu Qingmian saw Lin Zhiwan's busy figure and quickly stood up obediently.
As night falls, preparations for the New Year’s Eve dinner are completed.
Half a year later, Lin Zhiwan’s craftsmanship has obviously become even more amazing.
For those who have eaten in the cafeteria for a semester, it is not an exaggeration to say that this table of dishes is a state banquet.
"Sister Lin, I love you!"
Miss Chu just tasted a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and quickly fell in love with it.
Lin Zhiwan smiled and wiped the corners of her mouth, indicating that she should eat slowly and not be in a hurry.
“Damn it, this is called professionalism!”
With the fried pork with chili pepper, Xu Yang finished a bowl of rice in just two minutes.
"Mumu, can Sister Lin stop going back to Tang'an and stay in the capital? Let's crowdfund."
Han Bing took a sip of winter melon and pork ribs soup, which warmed his heart and stomach, and his face was filled with happiness. I feel like tears will come out in the next second.
"Is this the kind of food you usually eat? No wonder you can't eat what I cook."
He Wufei swallowed and whispered to Su Chengyi.
"That's not true. Mainly, you and Sister Lin are in cross-level competition."
Su Chengyi's eyes had been staring at the pot of beef brisket for a long time, and now he finally tasted it, feeling satisfied.
Lin Tong also hadn’t eaten the food cooked by Sister Lin for a long time. Seeing everyone eating happily, he felt the same joy and happiness.
The fireworks in the world are when the flavor of the new year is getting stronger.
For Chinese people, such a meal is the most important ritual on New Year’s Eve.
The New Year's Eve party is playing on TV, and I am surrounded by my most familiar and trusted friends. Drinking and drinking, laughter and laughter.
The atmosphere is one thing, and Lin Zhiwan’s craftsmanship is another.
Su Chengyi felt that she had not eaten such a happy meal in a long time.
Sister Lin deserves to enjoy the Ancestral Temple!
After the meal, tonight’s chef was forced to take a break.
Others helped clear the dishes, wash the dishes, wipe the table and sweep the floor.
The young masters and ladies who have no fingers in the water are also clumsy at work.
Miss Chu successfully broke two spoons, Miss Han used up half a bottle of dish soap when washing two bowls, and Master Xu wiped the table three times and it was still dirty.
Of course, everyone was laughed at by Su Chengyi, who claimed to have been self-reliant since he was a child, but he was actually not much better.
After all, a person's life in the past was just about making ends meet.
Just being alive is considered a great success.
Most of the work was done by the taciturn He Wufei and Lin Tong.
Lin Zhiwan couldn't feel at ease even watching TV, for fear that these people would bump into each other and be worried.
It wasn’t until they gathered around the sofa again that she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
After the meal, of course it’s entertainment time.
Xu Yang brought a lot of board games over and said aggressively that he wanted revenge.
“What grudge?”
“Have you forgotten? The time we played ghost cards in Rocket Class, I must repay all the humiliation I suffered today!”
Recalling how embarrassing that day was, Xu Yang couldn't help shouting:
"Thirty years to Hedong, thirty years to Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"
"Okay, let's deal the cards."
Han Bing smiled sadly and clapped the table to challenge.
Half an hour later.
"Can Xu Yang really know how to play cards?"
He Wufei couldn't help but ask.
"It looks like someone came on the field after playing two games."
Su Chengyi commented objectively.
"Holy crap! Stop laughing at me! Help me!"
Xu Yang only has the last chip left in front of him, and Han Bing has already made a lot of money. Full, he gave the chips to Chu Qingmian to play with as building blocks.
“I won’t fight this.”
Su Chengyi spread his hands.
"What about another one? Mahjong?"
Xu Yang put his last chips into his pocket and took out the mahjong box under the table.
So there were four people sitting around the small table.
Su Chengyi only knows the rules and has never actually played mahjong with anyone, but his advantage lies in his ability to remember and count cards.
Han Bing is obviously a veteran, she knows everything just like the casino owner at home.
Xu Yang is a representative with great momentum but poor strength.
In comparison, Chu Qingmian is like a mascot Fuwa, but Han Bing will feed her cards in a very unethical manner.
So after a few rounds, Xu Yang was still in debt everywhere, and he lost his pants in compensation.
So the responsibility of buying milk tea for everyone fell on him.
Xu Yang left the table and Lin Tong took his place. Su Chengyi was also a little tired and decided to let He Wufei come to the table and play a few games.
He got up and went to the balcony to get some air, and happened to see Xu Yang running out of the house downstairs.
Hey guys, I have never seen him run so fast during the physical exam.
It was already ten o'clock in the evening. There was a New Year's Eve event in the shopping mall opposite, and people were gradually gathering.
Xu Yang will probably have to wait in line for these cups of milk tea until next year.
Su Chengyi was about to call him to tell him not to buy it, but when he turned on his phone, he saw an unread message.
Chen Jinzhi will participate in Satellite TV's New Year's Eve event today. This is almost the largest official program since the 101 Troupe's debut, so she has been busy rehearsing.
This unread message is the arrangement on the program list.
"101 Girl Group Song and Dance Show
Chen Jinzhi sang his first solo single "Until You Come"."
Unexpectedly, Su Chengyi was a little surprised that the starting lineup would be tonight.
For uninformed fans, this can be said to be the biggest surprise of the new year.
It seems that the same is true for producers.
Su Chengyi was about to send a congratulations when a new message from Chen Jinzhi popped up.
“The more people get louder, the more I feel you should be by my side.”
Yes, Su Chengyi suddenly realized why he always felt empty in his heart.
So he deleted the edited "congratulations" word by word in the chat box and replied again:
"One day I will appear by your side."
"Happy New Year, big star."
Waiting for everything to be understood by you, fingers intertwined.
Across time, there will always be a day when you will appear by my side.
Su Chengyi turned around, leaned on the railing, and looked at the four people still fighting on the mahjong table.
The skills of Lin Tong and He Wufei could not be said to be good, but they were still much better than Xu Yang. Han Bing began to become serious, instructing Chu Qingmian on how to play tricks from time to time.
Lin Zhiwan, who was alone, sat quietly for a while. Suddenly, his attention was attracted by the guitar placed in the corner. He couldn't help but reach out and touch the strings, and quickly retracted his hand.
Su Chengyi opened the balcony door and walked in, smiling and asked:
"Want to try?"
Lin Zhiwan shook her head, but her eyes were shining with hope.
“Want to hear it?”
Su Chengyi said it differently.
Just as Lin Zhiwan was about to nod, the sound of mahjong being pushed down and shuffled was heard.
It was too difficult to listen to a guitar in this environment. Su Chengyi plucked the strings and gave up the idea for the time being.
Lin Tong glanced at the two people in the corner, suddenly clapped his hands, and thought of something important.
"Mr. Yi, I bought Spring Festival couplets when I came here today. They are blank. You can write them!"
"Huh?"
Su Chengyi was a little surprised. The first time I wrote Spring Festival couplets was when my grandfather was still alive and I led him to write them.
At that time, he was still young and his handwriting was not good-looking, but his grandfather still posted it on the door and showed it off to everyone.
After many years, I stood in front of two red Spring Festival couplets again, and my mood was a bit complicated.
Chu Qingmian unscrewed the ink tank and lay beside it expectantly, waiting for him to write.
"Su Chengyi, have you thought of what to write?"
"No, class representative, think about it?"
Su Chengyi shook his head, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, dipped in ink and stopped writing.
“Don’t write something so corny.”
Han Bing suggested.
Su Chengyi pondered for a long time, and wrote with a splash of ink:
"Ming Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, Ming Dynasty will wait for Ming Dynasty."
Every time he wrote a word, the people next to him would pronounce it in a long tone.
“What, a limerick!”
Obviously, the small class representative was not very satisfied with this first couplet.
But his handwriting is really beautiful, his writing style is as strong as a startling dragon, and his writing is flowing and flowing.
“Where is the second line?”
Chu Qingmian took another piece of Spring Festival couplet paper and carefully smoothed the corners.
"Second couplet."
Su Chengyi thought for a while and raised the corners of his mouth.
“I only wish you to have a restful sleep.”
A pause at the tip of the pen, a perfect ending.
"Eh-"
There was a burst of teasing and booing all around.
Chu Qingmian’s ears instantly turned red and she raised her eyes to glare at him.
"You are not allowed to write like this! How can you post it like this!"
So under Miss Chu's too shy protest, Su Chengyi rewrote a second line.
Everyone came to the door and put up Spring Festival couplets together.
“Be careful not to paste it in the wrong order!”
“Don’t roll up this edge.”
“What about the horizontal batch?”
After you’re done , everyone admired it with satisfaction for a long time, and then took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
First couplet: Ming Dynasty, Ming Dynasty, waiting for Ming Dynasty.
Second couplet: I only hope that you will be free and happy.
Hengpi: Good times come every year!
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Today is New Year’s Eve!
Huaiyu Zhenfeng is here, wishing everyone a Happy New Year! ! !
Thank you all for your updates and support throughout this year! Thank you so much!
In 2024, everyone wants to go smoothly with the God of Wealth! ! ! Smooth, smooth, smooth! ! !
Thanks to the book friend Mr. Power, the only divine bishop, the book friend’s tail number is 3222, and the tail number is 7917 for the reward!
(End of this chapter)