Hard work after winning the lottery

Chapter 267 New Year's Eve Dinner

Zhou Yanjin's newly built-up stern fatherly aura instantly deflated.

He bent down to pick up his daughter, still forcing a stern face as he lectured her: "Mommy's right, why aren't you wearing socks?"

Nuannuan buried her face in Zhou Yanjin's neck, nuzzling him, and a milky fragrance wafted over.

"You forgot...?"

Her voice was as soft and sweet as a marshmallow.

Zhou Yanjin looked helplessly at Hua Yun, his eyes filled with a desperate desire to survive: "Wife, look at this..."

Hua Yun rolled her eyes and threw the socks at him: "You're just spoiling him! What will you do when he becomes a little devil!"

Zhou Yanjin skillfully put socks on her daughter, pinched her little nose, and whispered, "Did you hear that? Mommy's angry. Go kiss Mommy later, okay?"

Nuannuan nodded vigorously, "Kiss! Two kisses!"

I wonder where he got that quick wit from.

New Year's Eve.

In the Zhou family's large dining room, the huge mahogany round table was laden with delicacies from land and sea.

Steaming hot, with a wonderful aroma.

Grandpa Zhou Yinchuan sat in the main seat, with Zhou Ye and his wife on his left and Zhou Yanjin's family on his right.

The whole family gathered together.

Nuan Nuan has her own exclusive throne—that taller children's dining chair.

A set of pink Peppa Pig tableware is placed in front of me.

That was specially prepared for her by Hua Yun.

The bowl contains a carefully prepared vegetable and lean meat porridge, along with a few small pieces of steamed pumpkin.

Healthy, nutritious, and easy to digest.

But also—

It has no taste!

Nuannuan took the small spoon in her hand and poked at the pumpkin in the bowl.

Boring.

She looked up, her radar-like eyes scanning the table.

Braised fish? Too far.

Braised prawns? They have shells.

That is……

Her gaze was fixed on the bowl of braised pork in front of her great-grandfather, Zhou Yinchuan.

The stewed meat was a beautiful reddish-brown color, with a perfect balance of lean and fat, and was topped with a rich broth, trembling as it released an enticing aroma.

"Gulp."

Nuannuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva very loudly.

Zhou Yinchuan was about to pick up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

Suddenly, he felt a scorching gaze that seemed to burn through his chopsticks.

I looked up.

Then he met his great-granddaughter's bright green eyes.

"Meat!"

Nuannuan didn't mince words anymore, pointing directly at the plate of braised pork with her little spoon, her words concise and to the point.

"Meat! Meat! Meat!"

Zhou Yinchuan paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Oh my, our Nuannuan knows her stuff! This is Aunt Li's specialty, want some?"

Nuannuan nodded frantically, her tiger-head hat almost flying off.

"Seven (eat)! Seven meats!"

"no."

A cold voice ruthlessly shattered this beautiful fantasy.

Zhou Yanjin sat down next to Hua Yun and slowly peeled a shrimp for her without even looking up: "It's too oily and salty. Her stomach is weak and she can't digest it."

Hua Yun added insult to injury: "Nuan Nuan, you haven't finished eating your pumpkin yet."

Nuannuan's face instantly fell.

It's like a balloon that's just been blown up, then someone pricks it with a needle.

She glanced at her father's cold face, which left no room for negotiation.

Then I looked at the plate of braised pork that was so close yet so far away.

Sorrow welled up within me.

It cannot be interrupted.

"Wow--"

Nuannuan pouted, and tears streamed down her face like a faucet had been turned on.

It wasn't the kind of loud, wailing crying.

It's that kind of silent, aggrieved crying, with tears streaming down one after another.

While she was shedding tears, she looked at her great-grandfather with a look that seemed to say, "You're all abusing me."

Who can stand this!

Old Master Zhou Yinchuan surrendered on the spot.

My heart is breaking.

"Oh my goodness! Don't cry, don't cry! Great-Grandpa's heart is breaking!"

The old man glared at Zhou Yanjin, his beard bristling. "You brat! It's the New Year, what's wrong with letting the kid have a bite? What, will it cost you a piece of meat?"

Zhou Yanjin had a headache: "Grandpa, it's not that I'm reluctant to let her eat it, it's just that she really can't eat it. There are too many spices in it."

"Will it be okay to taste just a little bit?" Even Zhou Ye, the grandfather, betrayed his grandfather. Seeing his granddaughter crying, he felt terrible too.

Mr. Zhou quietly suggested, "Um... just dip it in the soup? To taste it?"

All the elders at the table were pleading for Nuannuan.

Zhou Yanjin looked at the little foodie who was still silently shedding tears, but whose eyes were still fixed on the braised pork.

He finally sighed.

"Just a little bit."

He picked up his chopsticks and took out the piece of braised pork.

In warm, hopeful eyes.

Zhou Yanjin did not give her the meat.

Instead, she placed the meat on the rim of the warm little bowl filled with pumpkin porridge, very gently and sparingly—

I dipped it in.

It probably only had a couple of drops of meat broth on it.

"Alright." Zhou Yanjin scooped up the little bit of porridge that had been soaked in meat broth and held it to her daughter's lips. "Eat."

If this were an adult, they would probably be furious.

Is this what you call eating meat? This is just drawing a picture of a cake to satisfy hunger!

But Nuannuan is an easily satisfied child.

She immediately stopped crying, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed the spoonful of porridge in one gulp.

That instant.

The rich, savory flavor of the braised pork, combined with the sweetness of the pumpkin, explodes in your mouth.

Although it doesn't have the texture of meat.

But a soul with flesh!

Nuannuan closed her eyes and savored the moment for two seconds.

then.

A radiant, satisfied smile blossomed on that little face that still held tears.

"Great! The meat smells delicious!"

It even smacked its lips twice and licked the spoon clean.

"More!"

Everyone at the table was amused by her gluttonous expression.

"Hahaha! This child is easy to raise!"

"She's a lucky person!"

This New Year's Eve dinner was a very lively affair.

When the clock strikes midnight.

Suddenly, a series of "bang bang bang" sounds rang out from outside the window.

Countless fireworks soared into the sky, exploding brilliantly in the dark night.

At this moment, Nuan Nuan was already asleep in Zhou Yanjin's arms.

She played all day and her battery was completely depleted.

Her little face was rosy, and she had half a thumb in her mouth, sucking on it every now and then. She was probably dreaming about eating the braised pork she hadn't gotten to eat yet.

The dazzling fireworks light shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The flickering light and shadow fell on her peaceful sleeping face.

Long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids, trembling gently with her breath.

Zhou Yanjin held her in his arms and stood by the window.

At this moment, the deafening sound of firecrackers filled the air, amidst the clamor of the world.

In my arms was a heavy, soft little life.

That was his whole world.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her smooth, full forehead.

The movements were as gentle as if touching a fragile treasure.

"Warm and cozy."

He murmured softly, his voice drowned out by the fireworks outside the window, yet it resonated clearly in his heart.

"Happy New Year."