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New Year is coming soon.

Su Ziyu prepared some rice paste in the kitchen, preparing to paste Spring Festival couplets later.Su Ziyu took the Spring Festival couplets, red lanterns and rice paste to the door, and prepared to paste the Spring Festival couplets.

Su Ziyu, who had just applied paste to one side of the Spring Festival couplets, was about to paste them when the door next door opened.

Ji Xianyi came out.

"I'm going out." Su Ziyu raised his hand to greet Ji Xianyi.

"My mother told me to go home." Ji Xianyi locked the door and walked towards Su Ziyu.

Seeing Su Ziyu posting Spring Festival couplets, Ji Xianyi said, "Let me help you post Spring Festival couplets."

After saying this, Ji Xianyi picked up the Spring Festival couplets in Su Ziyu's hand.

Su Ziyu was not polite to Ji Xianyi either, and directed Ji Xianyi to post Spring Festival couplets.

"Go a little to the left, yes, come over a little."

Su Ziyu stood behind Ji Xianyi and helped Ji Xianyi, who was holding up his hands to post the Spring Festival couplets, put them in the right position.

After listening to Su Ziyu's words, Ji Xianyi pressed down the upper part of the Spring Festival couplets, and slowly pressed down firmly. After pasting one side, Su Ziyu handed the rice paste to Ji Xianyi, and asked him to make the rice paste together.

At the beginning, the two of them were very serious about the Spring Festival couplets, and then they became not serious.

Su Ziyu ordered some rice paste, looked at Ji Xianyi who was serious about making the rice paste, and immediately smeared the rice paste on his nose.

Looking at Ji Xianyi who ordered a layer of rice paste, Su Ziyu smiled unkindly.

Ji Xianyi, who came to his senses, looked at Su Ziyu who was smiling wildly, squinted his eyes, put down his work, dipped his hand in some rice paste, and quickly touched Su Ziyu's face.

Looking at his masterpiece, Ji Xianyi was extremely satisfied.

Not reconciled, Su Ziyu put his whole hand into the rice paste and threw himself at Ji Xianyi.

Ji Xianyi caught Su Ziyu, grabbed his hand, and prevented him from wiping his body. Su Ziyu looked at the grasped hands and moved his body vigorously, trying to break free from Ji Xianyi's hand, but failed.

Suddenly Ji Xianyi's big face appeared in front of his eyes, Su Ziyu wanted to look away, but was kissed by Ji Xianyi.

After the kiss, Su Ziyu pushed Ji Xianyi away, leaned on the chair and panted.

Ji Xianyi walked over, holding Su Ziyu who was panting, "Will you wipe it off?"

Taking the opportunity to touch Su Ziyu.

Su Ziyu raised his hands in surrender.

Back to business, the two put up the Spring Festival couplets in a serious manner, and hung up the red lanterns.

The whole entrance looks full of New Year's flavor and is booming.

Su Ziyu looked at the door with satisfaction, and was about to pack up and go back to the room. When he turned his head, he saw that the Spring Festival couplets of Ji Xianyi's house hadn't been posted yet.

"By the way, post your Spring Festival couplets." Su Ziyu turned to Ji Xianyi and said.

"Okay." Ji Xianyi opened his door, went in and took out the Spring Festival couplets.

Taking advantage of this time, Su Ziyu remembered that something was missing, so he went back to his room to get it.

As a result, Ji Xianyi didn't see anyone when he came out, so he had to wipe the rice paste on himself first.

"Deng Deng." Su Ziyu jumped out from Ji Xianyi's back, and unfolded the word "Fu" in his hand.

"Like a rich boy." Ji Xianyi said, looking back at Su Ziyu.

"Hmph, hurry up and post the Spring Festival couplets."

The two of them started to paste the Spring Festival couplets in front of Ji Xianyi's house.

The last word "Fu" was also pasted on their respective doors. Seeing the red color of the door, Su Ziyu hummed happily.

Ji Xianyi, who followed Su Ziyu to pack his things, was also infected and hummed.

"I'm leaving, little rascal." Ji Xianyi pinched Su Ziyu's nose, then turned and left.

"Go, go." Su Ziyu blushed and turned her head.

……

Zhao Yi led Mama Dong's task and came to Su Ziyu's house to pick him up.

When he first arrived at the door, Zhao Yi found the newly posted Spring Festival couplets at the door.

When Su Ziyu opened the door to Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi was observing the Spring Festival couplets at Su Ziyu's house.

Looking at Zhao Yi who was groping for the Spring Festival couplets, Su Ziyu closed the door.

"Ziyu, open the door!" Zhao Yi was startled by the sound of the door closing, and knocked on the door with a sense of composure.

The door opened again.

Su Ziyu turned sideways to let Zhao Yi in. Zhao Yi walked in quickly, found a seat and sat down, and poured a glass of water by himself.

"Why are you here so early today?" Su Ziyu came in and saw Zhao Yi who was drinking water.

"My mother said to pick you up early, this year we will make dumplings together." Zhao Yi breathed out after drinking the water.

"Then wait, I'll go get something."

Zhao Yi waved his hand at Su Ziyu.

……

Zhao Yi drove Su Ziyu to the downstairs of his house in the aircraft.

Su Ziyu handed the wine he brought in the car to Zhao Yi and asked him to help carry it, while Su Ziyu himself carried a bag of fruit.

When the two entered the door, Father Zhao was reading the newspaper, and Mother Dong was putting the things for making dumplings on the dining table. When she saw Su Ziyu coming, she hurried over and pulled Su Ziyu to sit down.

"What else do you bring with you? Just treat this place as your own home." Mama Dong put the fruit that Su Ziyu handed over on the table, and turned her head to talk about Su Ziyu.

"Okay." Su Ziyu hugged Mama Dong.

"Mom, Ziyu brought this." Zhao Yi put the wine in his hand on the table.

As soon as Father Zhao heard the word wine, he put down the newspaper, and thoughtfully picked up two bottles of wine.

"Haha, Ziyu still understands my heart."

"This wine is not for you to drink alone." Dong's mother hurriedly took the wine from Zhao's father, "I'll put the wine away first, you go wash your hands, and prepare to make dumplings."

Su Ziyu watched the interaction between Dong's mother and Zhao's father, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he got up to wash his hands.

Zhao Yi also followed Su Ziyu to wash his hands and was ready to make dumplings.

Making dumplings is a very familiar thing for Dong's mother.

Because Dong's mother has been making dumplings for more than ten years, Dong's mother makes dumplings every year. The Zhao family likes to eat dumplings, so there are often scenes of making dumplings together.

"Zhao Xiaoyi, let me tell you, make dumplings carefully for me." Mama Dong said while making dumplings while chatting with Su Ziyu. Turning around, she saw the messy dumplings in Zhao Yi's hands.

"Mom, I'm really serious about making it again." Zhao Yi said looking at the dumpling in his hand that didn't have a dumpling shape.

Su Ziyu took a piece of skin, put the stuffing in it, and with a few taps of his fingers, the dumpling skin was transformed into a round dumpling in Su Ziyu's hands, so cute and chubby.Su Ziyu conveniently placed this dumpling next to Zhao Yi's dumpling that didn't look like a dumpling.

"Ziyu, you're going too far!" Zhao Yi looked at the comparison of the two dumplings, and quickly moved Su Ziyu's dumplings away.

"I just keep them company." Su Ziyu looked at Zhao Yi who was furious, and continued to make dumplings.

Seeing Su Ziyu like this, Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and carefully made dumplings.

Mama Dong and Papa Zhao help each other make dumplings. Mama Dong scoops up a spoonful of fillings for Papa Zhao, and Papa Zhao scoops up a spoonful of fillings for Mama Dong. .

Zhao·Single Dog·Yi: I have to eat dog food every day when I go home.

Su·Family Man·Ziyu: I don't know what Mr. Ji is doing.

With their own thoughts, the two finished wrapping all the fillings in an atmosphere of making dumplings for entertainment.

It was also dark outside, and the lights of every house were turned on.

Su Ziyu looked at the neatly stacked dumplings on the dining table, picked them up, and went to cook dumplings with Dong's mother.

Zhao Yi and Zhao's father were waiting outside for the hot dumplings. It didn't mean that they were not allowed to help. Whenever Su Ziyu thought of the scene where Zhao's father and Zhao Yi went to the kitchen together, his heart would always tremble.

Su Ziyu helped Dong's mother put the dumplings into the pot. After finishing these, Su Ziyu went to make some dipping sauce.

The water in the pot boiled, and the dumplings were pushed to the top of the water one by one, indicating that the dumplings were cooked.

Mama Dong went over, scooped them up, put them in a bowl, sprinkled with chopped green onion, a bowl of hot dumplings came out of the pan, and Su Ziyu's dipping sauce was ready at this time.

Su Ziyu took the dipping sauce and followed Mama Dong out of the kitchen. Mama Dong put four bowls of dumplings on the dining table, and the heat was wafting. Su Ziyu put down the dipping sauce in her hands, and then sat down. After yelling, I also came to sit and prepare to eat dumplings.

Everyone moved their chopsticks, picked up the dumplings, and put them in their mouths. Suddenly there was a hissing sound. Su Ziyu turned his head and saw that Zhao Yi ate too fast and was burned.

Su Ziyu blew on the dumplings, took a bite of the dumplings, and the slight juice flowed out of the dumplings. After Su Ziyu felt that the dumplings were not so hot, he ate the dumplings, took a sip of the dumpling soup, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. The dumplings I make are always very satisfying, and this taste cannot be replicated by myself.

"By the way, I forgot." After saying this, Mother Dong put down her chopsticks, left the dining table and walked to the bedroom.

Soon Mama Dong came out, holding a red envelope in her hand, "Come on, Xiaoyu gives you this red envelope, happy new year."

Su Ziyu took Mama Dong's red envelope, "Thank you Mama Dong, happy new year."

Mother Dong also sent a red envelope to Zhao Yi.

After Su Ziyu finished eating the dumplings, he also took out two red envelopes and gave one to Mama Dong and one to Papa Zhao.Both of them were very happy to receive the red envelope. Although they said on the surface that they should not give the red envelope like this, they were still very happy to receive it.

After a few people ate the dumplings, they went to the living room to sit and watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Su Ziyu checked the time and borrowed a thermos from Mama Dong.

Mother Dong went to the kitchen to get it for Su Ziyu, and Su Ziyu followed.

"What do you want a thermos all of a sudden?" Mama Dong asked while looking for it.

"Give it to a friend." Su Ziyu put some of the remaining dumplings into the pot and cooked them.

"I understand, I understand." Mother Dong gave the thermos to Su Ziyu, blinked at him, and walked out.

Su Ziyu watched Mama Dong leave, sighed, continued to cook the dumplings, and then put the cooked dumplings into the thermos. Su Ziyu and Mama Dong said hello and said they would be back later, and left Zhao's house.

Su Ziyu, who left with the thermos, asked Zhao Yi to borrow the key to the aircraft.

Everything is set up and ready to go.