Chen Hansheng was taught a lesson. Although he was still laughing, he didn't dare to be a demon anymore.
In the evening, he even helped little silly bun take a bath.
Babies should be the most fun when they are three months old to two years old, especially a fat baby like little silly bun. She would strip naked and sit in the basin, looking cute like a lotus root doll.
So every time she took a bath, everyone would gather around to watch. Even grandma stood in the bathroom with a walking stick, looking at her chubby great-granddaughter with a smile from the bottom of her heart.
Generally, babies were more resistant to bathing, but little silly bun was more gentle and quiet. In addition, there were some small ducks and small rubber balls in the basin. Her attention was attracted, and she let grandma, father, and mother water her body.
"Let's stop here for today, it's not dirty anyway."
Half an hour later, Chen Hansheng felt that it should be about time.
"She is happily taking a bath."
Liang Meijuan felt that she still needed to take a bath for a while to be clean and welcome the New Year.
"I don't mind, I'm just afraid that she can't drink anymore."
Chen Hansheng said helplessly, "She has to taste the water that is poured from her head, she is so silly."
"Hahaha …"
Everyone in the house laughed, Empress Dowager Liang also laughed and kicked her son.
Shen Youchu was a little embarrassed. Chen Hansheng's intelligence was recognized, so the baby could only inherit it from her.
After little silly bun dried her body, she put on the small cotton-padded jacket that grandma specially bought for her. She was white, tender, and festive. Liang Meijuan held her in her arms and kissed her, not willing to let go at all.
In fact, Liang Meijuan had bought two sets of this little red cotton-padded jacket. Little Fishy had already taken the one she bought. She treated the two sisters equally. She would either get neither, or she would get both.
… …
At 6 pm, as the night slowly fell, firecrackers sounded in the residential area from time to time. Occasionally, there were fireworks with colorful tails, and with a "biu" sound, they turned into little silver flowers in the sky.
Fireworks and firecrackers were banned in Jianye, so they could only do it secretly. If it was in Harbor City, the sound of "crackling" could go on until 2 o 'clock in the morning.
However, this was enough for Little Silly Bun. This was the first time in her life that she had seen such beautiful fireworks. She stared out of the window while in her grandfather's arms.
After a while, the fireworks stopped. Chen Zipei blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes and turned her head to lie on her grandpa's shoulder quietly. She didn't cry and kept watching.
"My granddaughter, Neixiu."
Chen Zhaojun thought to himself.
Half an hour later, Feng Gui and Shen Ruyi came back. It was said that the turnover of the Xinjiekou store today was tens of thousands. When it was time for dinner, Chen Zhaojun wanted to give the main seat to his mother-in-law, but she did not accept.
Her mother-in-law was a woman of few words, but she understood everything.
In the end, Chen Zhaojun sat at the head of the table. This was a rectangular table. On Old Chen's left were Liang Meijuan, Shen Youchu, and Ah Ning. On his left were Granny, Feng Gui, Shen Ruyi, and Dong 'er.
Chen Hansheng sat opposite Old Chen. The father and son, one at the head and the other at the tail, felt like they were the pillars of the family.
"In the New Year, I hope that the baby will grow up healthily, Granny will be healthy, and everyone will be safe and happy."
Before picking up his chopsticks, Old Chen said a few words of toast. There were no flowery words of officialdom, nor were there long speeches during social gatherings. It was just a simple and plain blessing.
"Old Chen is also old."
Chen Hansheng looked at his father's face and such a thought popped up in his mind.
In fact, Chen Zhaojun was not that old. He usually had a good attitude, so he still looked relatively young. However, as long as one remembered that Old Chen was a grandfather, one would unconsciously categorize him as one of the old people who had to give up their seat on the bus. It was really strange.
"Dad, let me toast to you."
Thinking of this, Chen Hansheng raised his glass and said.
"Ding ~"
The father and son clinked their glasses. Everything was understood without words.
After eating, the Spring Festival Gala also started. Everyone sat in front of the sofa. The living room was warmly air-conditioned. Everyone was sending New Year's greetings while watching TV. It really felt like a reunion under the lights of thousands of families.
However, Chen Hansheng soon felt that it was boring and complained, "Is there a problem with the skits and crosstalk nowadays? Why do the endings have to be emotional? It is as if the skits are not considered successful if they do not have some educational meaning and reach a certain height."
Originally, everyone was laughing happily and did not realize this problem. However, after Chen Hansheng pointed it out so sharply, they realized that it seemed to be true.
The crosstalk and skits in the Spring Festival Gala seemed to have this problem. The ending had to forcefully sublimate the main theme. The key was that many times, the emotional foreshadowing was not enough, and it looked really awkward.
"If you want to watch it, then watch it. If you don't want to watch it, then don't watch it. All day long, you are evaluating this and that."
Liang Meijuan was a little unhappy. It was fine if she did not say it out loud, but after saying it out loud and then watching those skits, she indeed felt very embarrassed.
"I didn't say anything wrong …"
Chen Hansheng did not dare to argue with his mother and mocked the director of the Spring Festival Gala, "If it is still like this, in another 10 years, those youngsters will not watch the Spring Festival Gala anymore. We ordinary people just want to be silly and have fun. If we really want to receive education, why would we watch the Spring Festival Gala? News Simulcast is much more direct."
"Alright, alright."
Old Chen patted on his son's shoulder, "If you don't watch it, don't disturb others. Go to the balcony and make a call."
"Alright."
Chen Hansheng could only shrug his shoulders and go to the balcony. However, the first call he made was not to Xiao Rongyu, but to Wang Zibo.
"Xiao Chen, Happy New Year, I wish you all the best in the New Year and bravely climb to the top."
After Wang Zibo received the phone call, he smiled and sent his blessings to his childhood friend.
"Happy New Year ~"
Chen Hansheng said with a smile, "I wish CEO Wang and Shishi to sleep in the same bed as soon as possible."
"Keep your voice down."
Wang Zibo hurriedly stopped him. His family should be eating, as there was the sound of glasses clinking from the phone.
"Your father and father-in-law are drinking quite well."
Chen Hansheng joked with a smile.
"After getting familiar with each other and drinking more wine, you will be able to talk more."
Speaking of wine, Wang Zibo remembered something, "My mother asked me to give you the money for the Maotai and Zhonghua cigarettes. She said that even if you are good friends, you should settle the accounts clearly. You can't give things to me without knowing the reason."
"Aunt Lu is really too much."
Chen Hansheng shook his head and said, "When I was young, I ate a lot of your eggs. Besides, it's not good to talk about money during the New Year. It's good to talk about fate."
"Fate?"
Wang Zibo scratched his head. Did Xiao Chen mean that because the fate between the two families was too deep, he insisted on not accepting the money?
"Yes, fate."
Chen Hansheng nodded, "The total cost of the cigarettes and wine is about 30,000 fate. CEO Wang, do you want to pay by card or transfer?"
"I …"
Wang Zibo choked for a moment. He was even joked about on New Year's Eve.
At this time, everyone in the living room heard Chen Hansheng chatting with his friends. Only then did he pretend to "accidentally" close the balcony glass door.
"I'm hanging up."
Chen Hansheng lowered his voice and was about to hang up the phone, "I'm at Shen Youchu's place. I'm going to call Little Yu'er now. If there's anything, send me a message."
"It's really hard on you."
Wang Zibo sighed. I can't even feel at ease during the New Year.
"Sigh ~"
Chen Hansheng also sighed, "What bad intentions can Chen Yingjun have? I just want to be fair."
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