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The old house of the Chu family was bustling with activity, and the servants were also on vacation. There were only two homeless old servants left. There was not enough manpower to do things, so the three children went to help make dumplings.

Mother Chu was rarely in the mood throughout the year, she tied her collar, tied her apron, and began to adjust the stuffing.

"I'm coming too!"

Chu Xiaoheng ran over with a "thump, thump, thud" with an excited expression on his face.

Chu Mingkun couldn't even stop him, he poked out half of his body from the kitchen, angry and funny, "Didn't I tell you to peel the garlic?"

"I do not want it!"

Chu Xiaoheng shook his head chatteringly, and stuck out his tongue at him: "Peeling garlic is so boring! I want to make dumplings!"

Chu Jiao was helping with the dough. Hearing this, she wiped her face and turned her head suspiciously: "You? Make dumplings? Do you know how?"

Chu's mother also echoed: "Xiaoheng, will you?"

Everyone looked at him in unison.

It can be said that in the entire Chu family, Chu Heng is pampered and pampered by everyone. No matter what he does, he can attract everyone's attention.

"Of course I will!"

Chu Heng raised his chin and looked proud: "Just wait and see!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Chu Xiaoheng sat down, tied up his floral apron, and waved his hand: "I've made the dumplings for tonight!"

Even Chu's mother indulged him, and was taken aback, "Then...then I'll help you."

At this moment, Father Chu, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, interjected, "Make some wraps, too, lest the kid won't be able to eat the wraps, and everyone will be hungry."

Everyone laughed.

"you……"

Chu Xiaoheng stared angrily, "You guys underestimate people! Wait! Hmph!"

As night fell, the lights came on, the wind and snow were blowing outside, and the wind was cold, but inside the house was joyous, the father was kind and the son was filial, and the family was reunited.

"Hey! Xiaoheng, you—"

A certain leathery baby rolled past him and wiped his face with flour.

Chu Mingkun wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, and when he saw the whiteness of his hand, he knew something was wrong. Then he looked in the mirror at the door, and saw that his hair and eyebrows were all smeared and greasy, so he couldn't help his forehead twitching.

That guy really... deserves a beating!

"Ah...Chu! Heng! Do you want to go to heaven?"

The graceful and extravagant woman who usually moves in every move is wearing an apron and carrying a rolling pin, chasing the solid baby all over the room, without any image.

"What did you put on my face? Why does it still smell like chives?"

As soon as Chu Mingkun heard the movement, he knew that Chu Jiao must have been tricked too.

That guy Chu Heng is really... skinny!

Standing upstairs, Chu Mingkun shouted down: "He only smeared dumpling stuffing on you, which is considered kind. He will smear garlic paste on your face later, and see what happens to you!"

The disheveled little Chu jumped over the sofa, circled around Father Chu, and easily dodged Chu Jiao's pursuit, but Chu Jiao confiscated her rolling pin and hit Father Chu's arm directly.

"hiss……"

Father Chu was beaten so badly that he glared at the two children who were making a fuss, pretending to be dignified: "Get out! This house probably won't be able to accommodate you, go out and make a fuss!"

Hearing this, Chu Xiaoheng pointed at Chu Jiao with a smile: "It's none of my business, Dad, she was the one who hurt you by mistake!"

Immediately, he jumped up and down and ran to the kitchen, his voice was so loud that it shook the sky: "Mom Xuan, are the dumplings ready? I'm hungry!"

Chu's mother couldn't help laughing, her eyes full of doting: "It's rare for him to come back for the New Year, and he makes trouble every now and then, how can he be so particular about it?"

"It's true," Chu Mingkun washed his face, and walked down the stairs slowly, "That kid has been out in the field since he was a child, and he only comes back every two years to celebrate the New Year. Let him be happy, what's the point? ?”

"Yes yes yes!"

Chu Jiao took off her exquisite makeup, put on a plain face, and nodded agreeingly: "Xiaoheng finally came back to celebrate the new year, Dad, you should take it easy, calm your temper, and don't care about him."

This time it was Father Chu's turn to stare.

"This……"

He turned his head, looked around the house, and found it inconceivable: "Is this still my house? Why are you all... all talking to that little devil?"

At this moment, the giant voice of a certain little devil came from the kitchen, "Chu Mingkun! Come here quickly! Come here!"

Chu Mingkun was surprised, and laughed and cursed that it was not big or small, but he still went to the kitchen, "What trouble did you get into again? Huh? Hey——what are you doing?"

Most of the dumplings were made by Chu Xiaoheng, and the rest were made by Chu Jiao and Chu's mother. When Chu Mingkun stepped into the kitchen, he saw him packing those crooked dumplings into an insulated box.

"This……"

Just after the first pot of dumplings came out, they were still steaming hot. Chu Xiaoheng picked out all the ugly dumplings he had made, packed them for two people in an insulated box, buckled them up with a smile, placed them properly, and handed them over. To Chu Mingkun.

"Go, go!" He urged, "The dumplings are still hot! I'll block you from Dad, um~"

Chu Xiaoheng raised his eyebrows, while Chu Mingkun was stunned, he patted Chu Mingkun on the shoulder, moved a little closer, and whispered: "Mu De is alone in a foreign country, I think I need you, it just happened that midnight , you hurry over and take the dumplings with you, it's for the two of you."

"One day, our dad will accept him. At that time... everyone can come back to celebrate the New Year together. It will be lively and lively, how wonderful!"

Chu Mingkun frowned, touched the warm thermos in his arms, but still hesitated: "Then...our dad..."

"Don't worry! I'm here!"

Chu Xiaoheng patted his chest to reassure: "I'll support you, everything will be fine, go quickly!"

Chu Mingkun was a little moved, and pursed his lips, "Then...then I'll go first."

Mu De... must be lonely too.

Chu Xiaoheng pushed him impatiently, "Go, go! Remember to go through the back door, you don't have to come back at night, I won't leave the door for you! Don't forget to come back tomorrow morning and go out with us to celebrate the New Year!"

Chu Mingkun curled his lips lightly, thinking in his heart that he didn't hurt this little brat in vain, and went out with the thermos bucket in his arms, but when he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, and turned around and said, " Unsurprisingly, our dad will definitely talk to you tonight, and when it's Chinese New Year, you should restrain your temper and stop making him unhappy."

Chu Heng hated listening to this kind of truth the most, and when he heard the words, he chased people away impatiently: "Oh, oh! I get it, I get it! It's like chanting scriptures like Tang Monk all day long. It seems that I am disobedient. Hurry up! Go! The dumplings will be cold later, the dumplings I made are delicious, don't waste them!"

"Hey!"

Chu Xiaoheng waved at Chu Mingkun's back, jumped on his feet and shouted, "Remember to eat all of them, and you will have good luck in the coming year!"