President, madam, she can't read it anymore

Lin Nian looked down at the fish in his hand, and after thinking about it, it seemed that it was indeed. After all, if his expensive car was really filled with fishy smell because of this fish, it would not be worth the candle.

"Who told you to drive this car!"

Lin Nian said coquettishly, then turned to ask the aunt who sold the fish: "Auntie, can you give me another bag?"

The aunt who sold the fish was also happy, so she tore off a few bags and handed them to her: "Here, I see that the little guy next to you is expensive and neatly dressed, why did he go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables?"

Mr. Lin smiled and said, "I forced him to come."

The two of them went to the vegetable market again, bought some other vegetables, and then went home.

It's just that after returning home, Lin Nian had a lot of worries about the vegetables she bought. To be honest, she bought the vegetables, but she really doesn't know how to cook them.

If this is the case at ordinary times, then it should be practiced, but it is New Year's Eve after all, so don't mess it up.

Yan Tingchen leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and looked at her expectantly.

Lin Nian looked back at him and said, "Don't look at it either, just help me do it together."

Yan Tingchen once thought that he had heard it wrong, and then asked, "What did you say?"

I said you come and help me cook together.

Lin Nian said with certainty.

Yan Tingchen grows so big, he can be regarded as a man with no fingers, and he can't be regarded as a young master. Even his mother never let him cook. The meals he has eaten since childhood are all cooked by the servants at home. .

Besides, he was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, how could such a thing happen? "I will not get."

Yan Tingchen did what he said.

"I'll teach you, okay?"

Lin Nian walked over and pulled him over, and then they both sat on the small bench together and began to pick a bunch of green vegetables from the ground: "Look at this green vegetable, just break off its roots, if it's as bad as this leaf , just pick it out again.”

"Why don't you just buy the ones you choose?"

"That's too expensive."

Lin Nian said naturally that there seemed to be nothing wrong.

"..."

Yan Tingchen really wanted to tear her head off to see what was inside.

It's been so many years since he came out of the orphanage, but he still talks about having no money.

They looked at each other, and sat under the kitchen light to choose slowly. The time was long and the years were quiet.

Looking at her warm expression under the light, Yan Tingchen felt as if a stream of warm water had been poured into her heart, making her whole heart feel warm.

He has never had a festival like this since living apart from his parents.

At first, his parents would call him to go home during the Chinese New Year, but later he rejected him a lot, and his parents stopped calling.

Every Spring Festival, he would sit alone in this lonely hut, watching movies.

It has nothing to do with him being so lively outside.

Therefore, today he turned on the TV habitually, looking for movies he likes to watch, but unexpectedly, she dragged him outside to buy groceries.

Sitting in the kitchen with her now picking vegetables, it's really a bit bland and warm.

And he suddenly felt that this kind of festival is really meaningful.

For dinner that night, Lin Nian was on a video call with Aunt Zhou while cooking by himself, so in the end, although it wasn't as delicious as Aunt Zhou's cooking, it was pretty good.

It was past ten o'clock when Lin Nian served the food.

Therefore, when she brought all the meals to the living room, they placed them on the coffee table in the living room.

Yan Tingchen looked puzzled, she turned on the TV and said, "On New Year's Eve, of course we have to watch the Spring Festival Gala while having dinner, why not celebrate the Spring Festival?"

Yan Tingchen said it very well now, and no one objected.

The two sat around on the sofa in the living room, eating and drinking while watching the Spring Festival Gala. Lin Nian was sometimes amused by the sketches on the TV, and Yan Tingchen helped her get some food.

It is windy and snowy outside, and the wine is fragrant indoors, accompanied by beauties.

Yan Tingchen looked at the cheerful Lin Nian, and suddenly understood that the princes of Fenghuo Opera were just King Zhou You who laughed for Baosi.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, Lin Nian stood up suddenly and ran out of the villa. Yan Tingchen shouted behind her, "Where are you going?"

"Look at the fireworks!"

Lin Nian ran out, making a loud noise.

Yan Tingchen was helpless, picked up her down jacket and chased after her.

Standing in the courtyard, Lin Nian looked at the falling snowflakes, raised his wrist to look at Yan Tingchen who was chasing after him, and said, "Five seconds left."

Yan Tingchen ignored her and put on the down jacket in her hand, but she was counting slowly: "Five, four, three, two, one."

As soon as the voice fell, countless fireworks rose suddenly in the distance, slid across the night, and then exploded in the distant sky, bursting out gorgeous flowers, illuminating a large area of ​​the sky.

Then the fireworks keep spinning into the sky, explode and bloom, and then slowly fall down, like a huge meteor.

Yan Tingchen looked into the distance and was taken aback for a moment.

It also can't remember how many years it hasn't watched fireworks.

He liked to watch fireworks since he was a child. Just like all children, he would go out to watch fireworks secretly when he knew that there was a fireworks festival, but when he came home at night and was found, he would inevitably be scolded by his mother and locked in the room all night.

Since then, he has never seen fireworks again.

Lin Nian tucked his neck into his down jacket, looking at the gorgeous sky, his eyes filled with tears.

He turned his head to look at Yan Tingchen, turned his head and said, "Yan Tingchen."

"Wish you a Happy New Year!"

It seems that this is the first time I have spent the Spring Festival with you since I grew up, but it will also be the last time.

Anyway, I wish you a happy year.

No matter how you treat me, I still hope you can be happy forever.

Yan Tingchen looked down at her bright eyes, but there was a complex emotion in her eyes, as if at Lin Zhiguo's birthday party that day, she was like a person who saw through the world.

He was a little flustered.

These days, this sense of panic has somehow grown stronger.

But obviously there is nothing, everything is getting better and better, she and him are getting closer, and things at work are going well.

He secretly worried for himself.

Just like that, she smiled again, stretched out her hand to stroke her slightly cool cheek, and said slowly, "Happy New Year."

Lin Nian nodded: "We will all be very happy."

"Be happy every day in the new year."

"Ok."

Yan Tingchen took her hand and walked into the room: "I want you to be happy with me."

Lin Nian didn't speak, but he stopped and said stubbornly again: "You can be happy with me."

Lin Nian looked at his black pupils, smiled and said, "Okay."

After the Spring Festival, their work quickly got back on track.

Maybe at the beginning of the new year, Yan Tingchen seemed very busy.

Sometimes I worked overtime until very late. Originally, Lin Nian's live broadcast was already late enough. Sometimes, after she finished the live broadcast, she would have to wait a long time in his office before leaving get off work.

On that day, Lin Nian was still sitting in the office waiting for him. His secretary knocked on the door and came in, and then sent a report to Yan Tingchen: "President, you invited Mr. Qian to dinner tomorrow night, but he refused and said he wanted to go home." Accompany the sick old mother."

After hearing this, Lin Nian raised his head and looked at Yan Tingchen.