I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

In the courtyard house, three children, their mother Liu Ruyan, and their maternal grandmother were watching television.

The television in my home is a 14-inch Peony color TV, made locally in 49 cities.

When Yan Jiefang's image appeared on television, the third brother, Yan Xueyuan, immediately pointed at the television and shouted:

"It's Daddy! Daddy's singing on TV!"

The second brother, Yan Xueheng, added:

"Dad sings so well, even better than those pop stars!"

He paused, then turned to Liu Ruyan:

"Mom, you'll be my witness tomorrow morning. I praised Dad today, so I'll ask him to give me more lucky money tomorrow!"

Liu Ruyan slapped him in anger:

"You brat! Your dad gives you ten yuan a year as New Year's money, and you still complain it's not enough?"

Yan Xueheng immediately dodged, shouting:

"Mom, please stop hitting me! I'm sorry, okay?"

Although he knew his mother would be no match for him in a real fight, he dared not retaliate.

After all, there are two other people in his family who are about the same age as him.

And behind Mom is the most terrifying Dad, the ultimate demon king!

You only dare to rebel against your mother if you think life is too easy.

The third brother, Yan Xueyuan, shouted:

"Second brother, I'm listening to Dad sing, can you please stop making noise!"

The eldest brother, Yan Xueqian, also glared at him.

Yan Xueheng immediately raised his hands in surrender:

"Okay, okay, listen, I won't say anything."

Liu's mother sat to the side, watching her three lively grandsons with a smile in her eyes.

Marrying her youngest daughter to Yan Jiefang was definitely the right move; otherwise, she wouldn't have the good life she has now.

Of course, Yu Yan's family is also doing well.

The only problem is that the two children's personalities are a little off.

She looked at her son-in-law on TV and was very satisfied.

A few minutes later, after Yan Jiefang finished singing, the audience erupted in thunderous applause.

He bowed and stepped down from the stage.

By this time, it was no longer his business.

After removing his makeup backstage, he said one sentence to the production team and left the Workers' Stadium.

The directors are too busy dealing with this to have time for it.

This place is about five kilometers away from Qinlao Hutong, which is neither too far nor too close.

Twenty minutes later, Yan Jiefang returned home.

"Dad, you're back!"

Upon hearing the noise at the door, the third brother stopped watching TV and rushed to the door to help open it and push the car.

Of the three sons, the youngest was the most diligent.

After Yan Jiefang parked his bicycle in the garage specially set up for the rear house, he reached out and produced a large, deep-fried chicken leg covered in breadcrumbs, which he handed to the third brother.

"Xueyuan, well done! Dad will reward you with a big chicken leg."

Yan Xueyuan happily took it and took a big bite:

"Thank you, Dad! It's delicious! Chicken drumsticks made by Dad are always the most satisfying!"

"Let's go watch TV."

Yan Jiefang led the third son into the spacious main room.

At that moment, Peking Opera was playing on TV, but no one in the family liked it.

Even his mother-in-law didn't like him.

She comes from Jiangcheng, so naturally she prefers Huangmei Opera and has little interest in Peking Opera.

After greeting his mother-in-law, Yan Jiefang sat down in a chair.

Liu Ruyan patted the snowflakes off his body and took off his scarf.

When the second brother, Yan Xueheng, saw the big chicken leg in the third brother's hand, he immediately became tempted.

Although he wasn't hungry at all, and the table was full of snacks, he just wanted to eat this chicken leg.

He shamelessly squeezed next to the third brother:

"Hey bro, can I have a bite of your chicken leg?"

The third brother immediately hid next to Yan Jiefang, shaking his head while eating a chicken leg in large bites:

"No way! I don't even have enough to eat myself!"

With Yan Jiefang around, he wouldn't dare bully the third brother or steal his chicken leg, otherwise his life would definitely be miserable.

This is a lesson I had to learn after suffering many losses.

However, this kid's eyes lit up and he came up with an idea:

"Dad, I praised you loudly when you were singing just now. You can ask Grandma if you don't believe me."

Yan Jiefang glanced at him, expressionless:

"I sang so well, it's normal to be praised, right? Didn't you see so many people applauding in the audience?"

I've long since lost interest in being praised.

When Yan Xueheng saw that this method had failed, he came up with another idea:

"Dad, it's New Year's Eve tonight. How about I sing a song for everyone, and you reward me with a fried chicken leg?"

Yan Jiefang nodded:

"I can give it to you, but if you sing too badly, then I won't."

Yan Xueheng was overjoyed to hear his father agree and immediately clapped his hands:

"Dad, don't worry, I promise I'll make everyone happy. Just you wait and see. I'm going to sing 'Same Year'."

On the banyan tree by the pond,

The cicadas are chirping, heralding the arrival of summer.

..."

After the second brother finished singing, Yan Jiefang nodded:

"It's alright, barely passed. Here, this chicken leg is yours."

As he spoke, he pulled out another fried chicken leg from somewhere.

The second son immediately took it:

"Hehe, thank you, Dad!"

He took a big bite:

"Dad's cooking is still the best!"

Suddenly, another chicken leg appeared in Yan Jiefang's hand, and he said to the boss sitting to the side:

"Xueqian, there's still a chicken leg here, would you like some?"

The child swallowed hard and nodded quickly.

"Then I'll sing 'Grandma's Penghu Bay,' but I'm not very good at it, so please don't laugh at me."

A gentle evening breeze caressed Penghu Bay.

White waves chase the sandy beach,

..."

"Not bad, your singing is good too. This chicken leg is yours."

He immediately took it:

"Thank you, Dad."

Many programs from 85 were good, but the venue was too spacious, with a huge echo, making it difficult to hear the host's introductions. There were also many temporary malfunctions in the lighting and sound equipment, as well as various other problems.

This resulted in very low ratings for the gala, and CCTV received a massive number of critical letters from viewers after the show ended.

For this reason, CCTV issued a public apology to the national audience on its evening news program, "Xinwen Lianbo," for the first time.

...

After the Spring Festival Gala, Yan Jiefang received many singing invitations in the following period because of his outstanding performance on stage.

However, he rejected them all.

It wasn't until he heard the prices offered in these invitations that he realized how generous President Shao had been.

You should know that he initially offered a price of one thousand yuan.

Now these guys are only willing to give 50 at most...

Moreover, Yan Jiefang inquired and found that they did not try to lower the price, because this is the normal price for singers to perform at various venues, and it is even the highest price.

Because he announced that he would not participate in performances at various venues, no one came to him afterward.

In June, Yan Jiefang was jolted awake, and then slowly opened his eyes.

His cultivation level has increased by one level; he is now at Qi Refining Level 6.