Chapter 132:
Fu Ruoyan picked out the medicine bag hanging in the room, he opened the door lightly, and hung two medicine bags on the corner of the bed, and a few others in other places.
The smell of the medicine bag is light, and it can't be seen for a while, and it only smells when it is close to it. Then he got into bed, hugged Jiang Xiao slowly, and when he fell asleep, he smelled the fragrant medicinal fragrance.
I can't describe what the scent is, but it gives people a very peaceful feeling, and it really makes it easy to fall asleep.
Fu Ruoyan was really obedient today and didn't stay up late, and put those things down temporarily.
In fact, those jobs are not particularly important. Even during the Chinese New Year, many crew members have holidays. It's just that he really pursues perfection, and he can't wait to be 100% in his work.
But many times this is not necessary. If you can't finish it today, you can do it tomorrow. If you can't finish it tomorrow, forget it.
"It's New Year's Eve."
Just like Jiang Xiao said.
Jiang Xiao usually works very hard. When he is busy, he works overtime with the whole company, but he has a scale in his heart. He needs to live when he needs to live, catch what he needs, and let go, so that life can be more interesting.
New Year's Eve is the busiest day at home.
Fu Ruoyan really didn't read any documents that day. He and Jiang Xiao only answered a few important calls. He said hello to the rest.
On statutory holidays, I want to accompany Jiang Xiao.
In the morning, Jiang Xiao was excited to change into new clothes.
It was a light red velvet loungewear, which looked super festive. Xia Wanwan bought it for him, and bought it for him to wear for the New Year. At first glance, it seemed that there was no bear element, but when he turned around, there were two bear ears on the hat on the back. Super cute.
Fu Ruoyan couldn't help kissing him secretly. He wore the same style as Jiang Xiao, and it was given by Xia Wanwan, but the color was changed, it was brown, a couple's outfit.
Although it looks a little childish, it is very soft and comfortable to wear, and it is also suitable for wearing at home. I don't know where Xia Wanwan bought it. I'm not going out today, so it's just right to wear this.
This year has been so busy with work that Jiang Xiao often rushes to cook. He first learned to cook because he had no money, but later he became interested.
Being able to cook a big meal for the family he likes is a huge joy in life for him.
Early this morning, he stayed in the kitchen and hardly came out.
Breakfast was already plentiful. Then Xia Wanwan hummed a song at the western kitchen and made some small desserts, baking egg tarts, making small cakes and small biscuits. Fu Ruoyan was still a kitchen novice and helped them by the side. Of course, it was more at Jiang Xiao's side. Help, help wash vegetables, cut vegetables, wash dishes, wash pots and the like.
Jiang Xiao has too many tricks in the kitchen.
It was the first time that Fu Ruoyan felt that it was possible to live a new year like this, and the three of them could be so lively.
Small lanterns and Chinese knots are hung in the house, and the TV is always on, showing all kinds of warm-up programs for the Spring Festival Gala.
Jiang Xiao was in the kitchen. He was doing all kinds of things. Fu Ruoyan was very happy listening to him singing along to the TV.
For fear of not being able to finish it all, everything is in small portions, which means that Jiang Xiao's cooking is very fine.
In the evening, he was going to eat hot pot. He minced the stuffing and fried egg dumplings, kneaded fish **** and beef balls, and made shrimp dumplings and shrimp slips.
The hot pot base was also fried by himself. He and Xia Wanwan ate spicy hot pot, but Fu Ruoyan couldn't eat spicy food. The clear soup prepared for him was mushroom chicken soup.
The soup base was boiled with a whole old hen, and the mushrooms in it were grown by people in the mountains. They were specially brought back by someone. The taste was very good. The meat is thick and savory, and the fragrance is terrible.
"Is it tasty?"
"It's super delicious," Fu Ruoyan swallowed the mushrooms vaguely and nodded at him, "Xiaoxiao is great."
In addition to this, he also makes small snacks.
Jiang Xiao bought small hawthorn strawberries and cherry tomatoes. He burned the sugar coating, poured it on and let it cool a little bit. The rock candied gourd was sweet and crunchy after biting it. Fu Ruoyan didn't like sweets so much, so Jiang Xiao fed them several times. Piece.
For the drink, he made fruit tea, made corn juice, and asked Fu Ruoyan what he wanted to eat.
Where there is still want to eat, there is enough.
The beef stew and spicy chicken at noon were Fu Ruoyan and Xia Wanwan's favorite dishes respectively. They were the most abundant in the evening. Jiang Xiao liked hotpot the most, which seemed lively.
The big TV in the new home can be turned, and it can be seen clearly in the dining room. When the Spring Festival Gala begins, the home officially opens for dinner.
As soon as the hot pot is cooked, the smoke rises, and the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year rises.
This year's New Year's Eve is really unforgettable for Fu Ruoyan. He rarely eats such a taste, which is exquisite and attentive, and has the feeling of home.
It was mainly Jiang Xiao. He watched how these things were slowly made out of his hands. He also helped out, so the meaning was very different. But in addition to being delicious, the food is more about the heart, more about the mood at the time when he put something in his mouth.
Fu Ruoyan didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala before, but this year he watched it very seriously. Jiang Xiao likes to watch sketches, so he would accompany Jiang Xiao to laugh pochi, and when he was singing, he would point to one of them on the stage to Jiang Xiao. Look.
"That's an artist from our company."
Because it became popular this year, she was one of four young people selected for singing in that show.
Jiang Xiao also asked someone to act as the spokesperson, and he remembered it.
Two people can always find some topics to talk about, those memories are also things that have been experienced together, and it is also very interesting to talk about trivial things. Fu Ruoyan stayed up with Jiang Xiao until the New Year's Eve that night. Xia Wanwan was too old and couldn't stand it any longer, so she went to bed after ten o'clock.
Li City has stopped setting off fireworks this year, but the house is close to the center, and you can see many high-rise buildings. The electronic display outside the building has a New Year's Eve animation, and the countdown lights up, which also has a New Year's atmosphere.
The moment the number became zero, the two kissed tacitly. Fu Ruoyan hugged him, wishing to rub him into his body.
I hope to spend every year with Jiang Xiao in the future.
At this moment, Lin Chengyu was alone. He edited a text message wishing Jiang Xiao a Happy New Year on his mobile phone. At first, he wrote a lot of words, but later he felt cumbersome. He deleted every word, leaving only four words "Happy New Year". , hesitated for a long time, not sure if he should send it out.
He was too impulsive before, and Jiang Xiao was already very good without blocking himself.
Therefore, he didn't dare to disturb him until the New Year period, for fear that Jiang Xiao would really hate him, and he really blocked him in a fit of rage, and it was hard to even see his face. Mood.
Today, Lin Chengyu's New Year's Eve is the same as in previous years. There is no big difference. Lin Feng had a falling out with his family. He retreated very badly. He took Lin Rongjia to live with his wife and did not want to come back.
But from Lin Chengyu's point of view, Lin Feng's wife's family is also unreliable. She used to lie on Fu Jiayongjiang to **** blood, but now there is no benefit.
Lin Feng has been shrewd all his life, and sooner or later he will fall on the fake sweet words of the so-called in-laws. When the time comes when he is desperate, the 20% of the shares in Lin Feng's hands will also be recovered.
Lin Chengyu is not in a hurry at all. He is also a person with complete planning and planning, but he has time and is not in a hurry. It is really refreshing to beat the underdog, but that is not his style.
It's okay not to come back now, Lin Chengyu spends New Year's Eve with his grandfather. Uncle Yue was also there. He was alone and had no home of his own. He spent almost his entire life working in the Lin family's company. For Fu Ruoyan, he was like his family.
Today's meal is made by Lin Chengyu himself, and he also eats hot pot. He recalled getting along with Jiang Xiao before, as if he often ate hot pot during the festival, so he did it subconsciously.
After all, I have been learning how to cook with Jiang Xiao for more than eight years. Lin Chengyu's cooking is also very good. He made beef bone soup as the soup base. It's not difficult, he bought high-quality ingredients, boiled it in a pot, and naturally it couldn't be unpalatable.
At least my grandpa was very satisfied with what he ate.
But it's still not the same as what Jiang Xiao did, it's far away.
Lin Chengyu made it himself, but he didn't have the appetite to eat it, so he ate a little, and then he couldn't eat any more.
No matter what he does, he can think of Jiang Xiao, and this evening too.
The life of the two of them is like this, the entanglement is too deep, engraved in his soul, in the depths of his bones. In addition to the great pain, Jiang Xiao wanted to peel off all these. Lin Chengyu didn't know if he succeeded or not. It should have been successful, but Lin Chengyu couldn't do it.
He would rather keep these and indulge in old dreams, even if these bring him pain, they also bring him sweetness.
He hesitated like this, and when it was New Year's Eve, when the New Year's Eve had passed for a long time, and when the sky was a little brighter, he didn't send it out.
Lin Chengyu still did not dare.
He really didn't sleep all night, and of course he did some other things. He remembered that when Jiang Xiao was in high school, he liked to play with fireworks sticks in the snow during Chinese New Year.
Lin Chengyu's room had a balcony. He sat outside by himself and bought a lot of fireworks sticks, thinking about Jiang Xiao at that time. The text message interface stopped there, and I never dared to press it.
The fireworks went out in a flash, and he thought too much in the firelight.
He and Jiang Xiao spent many New Year's Eve together, too many to count. Lin Chengyu recalled those pasts, and when he saw the present, he couldn't tell how he felt.
This year, Fu Ruoyan must have accompanied him, not himself.
To this day, Lin Chengyu no longer dared to have any more expectations. He seemed to be broken and restarted, leaving the deepest voice in his heart.
He only hoped that Jiang Xiaoguo would be happy.
The text message still hasn't been sent.