Dad, please try harder

Chapter 135 Qian Quan returns to school early

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 135 Qian Quan returns to school early

After lunch and a short rest, my parents, Uncle Ding and Aunt Lan are going to prepare fried dumplings.

It's said to be fried dumplings, but there are at least two fried things every year. The dumplings are a must, and the other is either fruit, burnt leaves, or both.

The method is not complicated. Boil half a pot of oil, mix the flour and seasonings, knead the balls into a ball, roll out the coke leaves into slices, cut the fruit into strips, throw it directly into the oil pan, and fry until golden brown.

Normally, Qian Quan would go into the kitchen while his parents were frying rice dumplings and eat some dumplings that had just come out of the pan.

As we all know, some foods are two different things when they are freshly cooked and after they have cooled down.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, when the dumplings are fried, my mother will put it on a large plate and take it to Ding Linlang's house to share and make dumplings together.

Qian Quan and Ding Linlang usually participate in the dumpling making process.

It's just that after wrapping the dumplings so many times, I still can't smoothly shape the dumplings into an orderly lace.

He and Ding Linlang learned how to make dumplings together, and Ding Linlang learned it in one go.

Spread out the dumpling wrapper, put in the dumpling filling, and pinch it along to finish.

Money power can be mastered at a glance, but lost at a glance.

Even if you are in sync with Ding Linlang, the final dumplings will be a little crooked.

"Shitou, just put the dumpling wrappers together and pinch them together." Aunt Lan instructed.

"That one is too simple. I need to learn how to do it." Qian Quan said.

Aunt Lan smiled and said no more.

"This year, make two dumplings with coins and see who can eat them." Uncle Ding said with a smile.

It is also a little tradition to wrap coins in dumplings for good luck.

"Let's watch the Spring Festival Gala together this year." Ding Linlang suddenly suggested.

"Okay." Qian Quan agreed.

Although the annual Spring Festival Gala has now become an annual forum for netizens to complain, in the memories of Qian Quan and Ding Linlang, the Spring Festival Gala used to be all warm memories of the family together.

Especially Qian Quan, he and his parents almost never missed a Spring Festival Gala from the time he can remember until his senior year in high school.

When I was a kid, I watched it while eating melon seeds. When I was older, I watched it while playing cards.

Dad likes to discuss with Qian Quan the meaning of the Spring Festival Gala program settings and stage layout.

My mother started to feel sleepy when she saw that it was ninety o'clock. Then she told the two of them, "Wait until Zhao Benshan comes out and calls me," and then she lay down on the sofa to sleep.

It seems that half of the memories of the Spring Festival Gala in the early years are related to Uncle Benshan.

Further ahead is Teacher Zhao Lirong.

Er Zhao's dominance in the Spring Festival Gala sketch world is still unmatched by anyone, a true T0 level.

Popular memes derived from their works are still popular today.

That kind of grand occasion no longer exists now.

Perhaps it has something to do with the rise of the Internet. In the past, the language programs of the Spring Festival Gala created hot memes, but now the language programs summarize the hot memes that are popular on the Internet in the past year.

unimportant.

The quality of the show is not the key, the key is who you watch it with.

After all, this is the first New Year's Eve after Ding Linlang and Qian Quan confirmed their relationship.

It can be said that tonight is their real New Year's Eve.

"Then let's watch together. It just so happens that the four of us play a few rounds of mahjong together." Ye Yunlan said.

"Can."

At 7:30 p.m., the dumplings are ready.

Aunt Lan prepared dipping sauce and two cold dishes.

"Confirmed, it's not a memory filter, the dumplings at home are indeed better than those outside."

Qian Quan took a bite of the dumpling, including the belt and fillings, and his mouth was filled with fragrance. The authentic taste was far beyond the comparison with the dumplings he ate when he was studying in Zhonghai.

Moreover, if you eat dumplings at home, you will only feel full without stomach acidity.

"It takes the store so long to make so many dumplings, and the business can no longer continue," Yang Yuhua said.

"Um."

Halfway through the dumplings, it was eight o'clock.

The Spring Festival Gala has officially begun.

It started with a lively song and dance show, followed by celebrities from all over the world.

In order to arrange all these celebrities into the Spring Festival Gala, the opening skewering session can be described as a major initiative.

Everyone showed up, and they were officially on the Spring Festival Gala stage.

"Do these celebrities have appearance fees for attending the Spring Festival Gala?" Ye Yunlan asked.

"It can be ignored. After all, there are so many people who want to pay but can't get it," Qian Quan said.

"To have a reputation of being visible in front of the whole country is equivalent to plating it with gold and earning it back elsewhere."

"Now everyone's living standards have improved so much, but people's happiness has not improved at the same time. These celebrities have to bear some responsibility." Qian Wenlin said.

"How to say?"

"Our family's annual income has increased 10 times compared to before, which is reasonable. But when I look online, our annual income multiplied by 10 is less than a person's daily income."

"Yes, the magnitude of the gap between the rich and the poor is also doubling. In addition, jealousy is at work..." Ding Li said, "For example, I earned 1 million, and I was 10 happy. I heard that my neighbor also made 1 million, and 10

The points immediately become 5 points.

"Then I heard that a friend made 2 million, and his 5 points turned into 0 points, or even negative points, and I started to get irritated."

"That's why we have to learn to self-dissolve." Qian Wenlin practices meditation, and his mental state and vision have changed from what he used to be. "No matter what you see or hear, just seek peace of mind, joy, and continuation of joy, and don't be disturbed by anything."

"Easier said than done." Ding Li sighed.

We chatted and finished eating dumplings.

The four adults began to set up a table and play mahjong.

Qian Quan and Ding Linlang were sitting on the sofa, eating snacks and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Now they no longer have to deliberately avoid adults, they just lean together, and after a while, when adults are not paying attention, they kiss each other on the forehead and face, and then have fun together.

Time flies.

Soon it was 11:50.

"Shitou, you go home and set off the cannons." Qian Wenlin reminded.

On New Year's Eve, after midnight, it should be a national New Year tradition to set off firecrackers.

"Okay." Qian Quan stood up.

"I'll go with you." Ding Linlang also stood up.

"Let's give it to our family first." Ding Li stared at the mahjong and said, "The biggest one."

"Um."

"Pay attention." Yang Yuhua reminded.

"Um."

Qian Quan and Ding Linlang took out firecrackers and set them off at the door first.

Then I returned to my home, the time was exactly 11:59.

Qian Quan set up the firecrackers, waited until midnight, and lit them.

About the same time.

The whole Guangming Town suddenly started crackling together.

The sound of firecrackers and bursts of fireworks.

Qian Quan walked up to Ding Linlang and kissed her amidst the noise of the whole world.

We kissed for about a minute and then broke apart.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

"My parents' mahjong session won't end for a while. Let's watch the rest at my house." Qian Quan looked at Ding Linlang with deep eyes.

Ding Linlang realized the implication of his words and whispered: "It's better to go back to my house..."

Qian Quan said nothing, held Ding Linlang's hand slightly and stared at her closely.

Ding Linlang felt a little guilty and avoided his gaze.

Two heartbeats were pounding.

Qian Quan was about to lead her into the house when he suddenly heard his parents' voices.

"Uncle and aunt are back." Ding Linlang said.

Qian Quan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "I'll take you back."

Ding Linlang also smiled and nodded.

…

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Early in the morning, Qian Quan received many New Year greeting text messages.

Not to mention group sending.

Lin Xiaohuang posted a video of her daughter Qinqin. In the video, the little girl said in a sweet voice: "Uncle, Happy New Year!"

Qian Quan replied: "Happy New Year, Xiao Qinqin."

Then Zhao Baiyu also sent a Happy New Year message.

The others are classmates from high school and college.

Qian Quan replied one by one, and at the same time sent New Year greetings messages to several teachers.

After sending the message, go to the group to grab red envelopes and distribute them.

At this moment, someone from the school basketball team sent a message to everyone at Aite:

"Happy New Year to everyone. By the way, I would like to say that the qualifier schedule is out. Our first game will be against Jiaotong University on March 1."

"So, do you want to go back to training early?"

"It's our time. If it's convenient, we can return to school for training a few days in advance."

"good."

"clear."

"receive."

"OK."

…

Seeing that everyone had replied, Qian Quan also replied: "Okay."

(End of chapter)