Those days when I was bullied by firefighter Lao Gong

I was awakened by Dick's cheers from my drowsy sleep.

I saw Dick holding the World Cup ticket in his left hand, jumping up and down happily on the bedside, like a child.

"Dick?" I called him, rubbing my eyes.

"Daughter-in-law!!!" Seeing that I woke up, Dick ran to my side without saying a word, and kissed me directly on the cheek.

"Dick, you, be careful not to touch your injured hand." I said worriedly.

"Daughter-in-law, thank you for the gift you gave me!"

"Gift? What gift?" I was going to play dumb to tease him.

"Tickets for the World Cup! Great, I can go to the scene!"

"Dick, I didn't give you the World Cup tickets? Didn't I just give you a bracelet last night?"

"Eh? Daughter-in-law, did you really not put the World Cup tickets in the boots next to the bed when I fell asleep?" Dick looked at me in a daze.

"No."

"That's weird. Is there really a Santa Claus?" Dick paced up and down the room.

"Maybe there is." I suppressed a laugh.

"Daughter-in-law, that's impossible! We don't have a chimney in our house, where does Santa Claus come from?" Dick said seriously.

"Then I don't know." I covered my face with the quilt, laughing so hard that my body kept shaking.

"Daughter-in-law—well, daughter-in-law, you're kidding me!" Hearing my laughter, Dick finally realized that I was lying to him. "Look if I don't deal with you!" Saying that, Dick jumped onto the bed, pressed me under him to control me, and then tickled me with one hand.

"D—Dick, haha, you, what are you doing? Haha, I, I give up, I give up!"

I was most ticklish, so I begged for mercy.

"Daughter-in-law, it's no use begging for mercy." Dick was persistent and kept tickling me.

In the end, Dick saw that I was laughing to the point of tears, so he let go of me, pinched my face, and lightly pecked on my forehead.

Dick Hunter, you, you remember me, hum!

The lunch was prepared by the old man himself, and the old man Hunter was beside him.

Looking at a table of dishes - all eaten on New Year's Eve in my hometown, I couldn't help complaining:

"Grandpa, Christmas is not New Year's Eve. What are you doing with so much Chinese food? Are you celebrating New Year's Eve earlier?"

"Your Grandpa Hunter said that Christmas in the United States is equivalent to our Spring Festival." The old man said to me wearing an apron and holding a spatula.

"Then you also have to consider whether Grandpa Hunter and Dick are used to Chinese food."

"Oh, yes. Brat, why didn't you tell me earlier?" The old man looked like he wanted to eat people.

"Grandpa, you didn't tell me yesterday that you are going to cook today???" I looked confused.

"Brother Xiang, it's okay. Dick and I like Chinese food." Mr. Hunter said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Of course it's false, Grandpa Hunter is trying to comfort you!" I said.

"Stinky boy, are you looking for a beating?"

"A little bit."

I don't know if Mr. Hunter is used to eating Chinese food, but Dick has been eating it recently, and he probably gets used to it if he is not used to it.

"But grandpa, you haven't cooked for many years. Are you sure the food you cook is edible? Don't eat us all until we have diarrhea. Go to the hospital for an IV."

When my grandfather was young, he was a chef. He got up early every day, went out early and returned late every day, just to let me live a good life.At that time, he was the cook for all the banquets in the village.

"Hmph, your grandfather is still confident about this." The old man said proudly.

"Yes, yes, I believe in you, Grandpa." I leaned on Grandpa's shoulder and said.

"Stinky boy, go and accompany Dick boy, today the kitchen will be handed over to me and you, Grandpa Hunter."

"Roger that!"

I ran into the living room to watch TV with Dick.To be precise, Dick was watching TV, and I peeled fruit for him and served him.

During the meal, judging from the frequency with which Dick (actually I was feeding him) and Mr. Hunter moved their chopsticks, the old man's cooking skills were unquestionable.However, it is a good memory for me.My grandma and mother passed away early, and I have been dependent on my father since I was a child. Every year during the Spring Festival, I sit on a stool and watch my grandpa busy up and down in the kitchen.Sometimes grandpa would ask me if I was hungry, and then he would pick up a piece of meat and put it in my mouth.

Although I have been bickering with grandpa all the time, grandpa is an indispensable person in my life.

Eating and eating, thinking about it, my tears fell uncontrollably, dripping on the plate and making a crisp sound.

"Daughter-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

"Stinky boy, what are you doing?"

The voices of Dick and the old man came at the same time.

"It's okay." I quickly wiped away my tears.

"Daughter-in-law, did I hurt you by tickling you just now?" Dick asked worriedly.

"No."

"Dick, are you bullying Happiness?" Mr. Hunter asked.

"Grandpa, I, I don't know." Dick was a little at a loss.

"I'm fine, I just think the dishes cooked by grandpa are so delicious that I cried." I said with a smile.

"Stinky boy, grandpa will make delicious food for you next time, and it's not just this meal, why are you crying?" The old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Grandpa, you said that!"

"When did I ever lie to you?" As he said, Grandpa put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs in my bowl, and also put a piece for Dick. "Eat more if it tastes good. Your Grandpa Hunter and I can't eat that much."

"it is good."

I moved my chopsticks and gave Dick the meat to eat first.

"Daughter-in-law, are you really alright?" Dick asked tentatively.

"It's nothing." I put the meat into Dick's mouth and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Emmmm, Dick is so nervous that I cry?It seems that next time I have a magic weapon to deal with him.

"By the way, Grandpa, have you cooked soup yet?" I suddenly remembered that I hadn't stewed pig's trotter soup for Dick yet.

Hearing my words, Dick was shocked, and looked at my old man with an expression of expectation and please.

"It's boiled, pork forefoot stewed with lotus root soup." The old man said.

"To Grandpa—" Dick wailed, and looked at me pitifully.

"Dick boy, what's the matter with you?"

"Grandpa, leave him alone." As I said, I picked up Dick's bowl and poured him a full bowl of soup. "Honey, don't look at me with such pitiful eyes. In order for your right hand to get better soon, you should honestly drink soup every day."

"Grandpa, save me!" Dick turned to Mr. Hunter for help.

"Since good words are good for your hands, you should listen to good words." Mr. Hunter said. "No wonder why I think you are a little fat."

"Boy Dick, you have to listen to this brat this time."

"Okay, dear Dick, the vote is over, now please open your mouth and drink your soup." I brought the soup to his mouth.

Dick closed his eyes and drank the soup as if he was going to the execution ground.

"That's good." I pinched Dick's face and said with a smile.

Dick gave me a plaintive look back.

In the afternoon, the snow rarely stopped.So, I happily took Dick to the street for a walk, to get some fresh air, and feel the joy of the festival at the same time.

The street is indeed very lively, with lights and festoons everywhere, the cheerful and relaxed tone of Christmas songs shuttles back and forth between the shops, and the faces of passers-by are filled with happy smiles.

"Merry Christmas, Dick!" I just remembered that I hadn't said that to Dick in the morning.

"Daughter-in-law, Merry Christmas!" Dick bowed his head and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

I blushed all at once, Dick kissing me so blatantly with so many people in the street.

"Dick, this is the street," I said.

"Yes, this is Main Street. What's the matter with you, daughter-in-law?" Dick asked puzzled.

Forget it, forget it.

"It's nothing. Let's go shopping." As I said, I took Dick's left hand and walked into a busy shopping mall.

In the shopping mall, a two-story Christmas tree stood in the hall, and two cute snowmen, one big and one small, stood under the tree, welcoming every guest with smiling faces.

"Dick, those two snowmen are so cute!" I couldn't help but say.

"Daughter-in-law, if you like it, go buy it and keep it at home." As he spoke, Dick took out his wallet and handed it to me.

"Eh??? Dick, it's not for sale." I couldn't laugh or cry. "Also, I just couldn't help but praise them when I saw they were too cute."

"Ok."

"However, it should still be possible to take pictures. Dick, help me take a photo with them." I handed the phone to Dick, trotted to the side of the snowman, tilted my head and made a gesture of scissorhands.

"Daughter-in-law, are you ready?"

"alright!"

After a while, when I saw the picture Dick had taken of me, I was just pissed and amused.In the photo, my face alone occupies two-thirds of the screen, and the snowman behind me shows a red nose.

"Dick, I asked you to take pictures of the snowman, why did you only focus on taking pictures of me? Take another picture."

"Daughter-in-law, I'm so happy to see you smiling, so I want to record it."

"Honey, are you sure you don't want to see me laugh?" My big face almost protruded from the screen.

"Then I'll be more careful this time."

The second time Dick took a picture of me, although two snowmen were in the picture, but only half of my body was there.

"Dick Hunter, are you sure you're not here to prank me???" I said helplessly.

"Daughter-in-law, I, I did my best." Dick said aggrievedly.

"Forget it, Dick, I'll let passers-by take pictures for us." I gave up.

So, with the help of a kind-hearted passer-by, I finally took a photo that I am quite satisfied with. In the photo, Dick is standing upright, I stand on tiptoe and kiss his face, behind are the two Cute little snowman.I wrote on the photo: First Christmas with Dick.Then I specially sent it to Xiao Fei, and asked her if she received my greeting card gift by the way.

The content of the dialogue is as follows:

"Xiang Meili, you are going to die for my old lady! (angry)" Xiaopang's text message was full of resentment.

"Little fat, don't be angry during the Chinese New Year. What if you have an endocrine disorder? I hope you like the gift I gave you this time. (Love you)"

"Xiang Meimei, you wait, my old lady will be the first to settle accounts with you when school starts!"

"Okay, okay, Merry Christmas, love you. See you at the beginning of school."

"Merry Christmas!"

I put down the phone and took Dick's hand, feeling a sense of happiness occupying my whole body.

For the first time, I'm not alone at Christmas.