If I were you

Another four days passed in a blink of an eye, An Qing came back early as usual, and now she had almost memorized the dance steps, only practice was left, An Qing no longer bothered Zhang Yixing, and continued to work hard alone.

Looking at the gradually dimming sky, looking at the empty dormitory, there is no one there.An Qing still remembered what they said in the morning, today is New Year's Eve, tomorrow is Spring Festival, the company gave it a fake.

The Korean members naturally go home after work. Tonight's New Year's Eve, it seems that the four of them will spend it together.

Oh no, including her, that's five people.

She didn't know when they would come back, An Qing thought that even if it wasn't a family reunion, at least they would be good brothers together, and it would be good to have a good year.

So An Qing took the wallet and went out, followed Wu Fan's instructions to the supermarket.

When the three big boys entered the dormitory noisily, they found bursts of aroma coming from the kitchen, and they couldn't help but fuss.

"Who's in the dormitory? Didn't Dudu go home? What's the situation?" Lu Han yelled while jumping around looking for slippers.

"Braised pork ribs with beans! Can Dudu know this dish?" Huang Zitao tossed his hat and rushed into the kitchen.

"No way, could it be Miss Conch?" Lu Han widened his eyes and asked in surprise.

Zhang Yixing put the bag on the sofa slowly, and said with a slight smile: "Don't worry, it's a big dragon flying in the sky at most."

Lu Han naturally refused to believe it: "You must be a big cow flying in the sky! Could such a delicious dish be made by him? Bragging!"

As a result, as soon as Lu Han finished speaking, Huang Zitao's high-pitched voice came out from the kitchen: "Captain! Brother! You are really my own brother! Why didn't you show this skill earlier!"

Luhan was startled, and ran to the kitchen.

The rich aroma came to the nostrils, and Lu Han, who hadn't eaten dinner, naturally swallowed subconsciously, and then looked up, the situation in front of him was unexpected and reasonable.

Wu Yifan, who always knows how to cook noodles, is wearing a scarf and cooking the noodles himself.

The pork ribs with beans stewed in the pressure cooker next to it has gradually taken shape, and the stir-fried pork with green peppers under the spoon is also exuding an attractive color. An Qing raised her head and glanced at the two small faces who were staring eagerly behind her, she turned her body and opened her mouth calmly. Said: "Go and set the table, we can start dinner."

Only then did Lu Han and Huang Zitao realize that the small table past Wu Fan was full of dishes that had already been prepared, and the two hurriedly went to help with joy.

When Zhang Yixing came in, Lu Han and Huang Zitao were already busy setting the table, Zhang Yixing moved to An Qing's side, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "I thought we were going out for a New Year's Eve dinner tonight, but I didn't expect you It's so amazing. It's really hard work, sister."

An Qing went over and flicked Zhang Yixing's forehead: "For food, there is no such thing as hard work, but I made a face, everyone should work together to make dumplings at night, I can't do it alone."

"This is no problem!" Zhang Yixing's eyes lit up. Actually, they have tried dumplings before, but they failed... It seems that tonight will be a rare and wonderful New Year's Eve.

When the food was almost on the table, everyone noticed that it was almost nine o'clock, so they hurried to move the computer, clamoring to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

The so-called more urgent and more chaotic, is the situation in front of you.

Huang Zitao fiddled with it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and muttered: "Oh, oh, it's too late, isn't the Spring Festival Gala starting at eight o'clock?"

"I remember it was at eight o'clock. I said that I rarely watched the Spring Festival Gala when I was in China." Zhang Yixing scratched his head and laughed at himself: "I didn't expect to come to Korea, but this Spring Festival Gala never ends every year."

Lu Han glanced at the time but remained calm: "Zitao, don't be in a hurry, don't forget the time difference, Beijing time is less than eight o'clock now."

Huang Zitao saw that there were still 5 minutes left, and it should be too late, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't understand, or... let's forget about Zhang Yixing, you are too slow! Xiaolu, come here, Xiaolu!"

Seeing Zhang Yixing looking around innocently, Lu Han couldn't help laughing, Huang Zitao who was laughing was anxious beside him: "Stop laughing, Xiaolu, watch your chin! Hurry up, hurry up!"

When An Qing put the last dessert on the table, it happened to be the opening host's song skewer. In fact, she had already watched the Spring Festival Gala once, but in today's atmosphere, she was still very happy facing the familiar scene.

"Let's serve dinner." An Qing clapped her hands and signaled everyone not to sit around the computer.

"I'm going to be the captain, you are a full banquet." He didn't pay attention when he was serving the plate, but now looking at the full table, Huang Zitao almost popped his eyes: "Wait, wait! Wait a minute, everyone! I want Take a picture of it!"

Huang Zitao's words naturally reminded Lu Han and Zhang Yixing, and the two of them also took out their mobile phones one after another, taking pictures of the computer on the table and the brothers beside them.

"Don't be so busy taking pictures, you are not hungry." An Qing said to Wu Fan, "It's okay too", and said helplessly to the other three.

Seeing that the three of them put away their mobile phones and began to feast, An Qing quickly reminded: "Don't eat too much, you still have to make dumplings tonight."

"Dumplings?" Lu Han's eyes were straightened: "I'm going, Wu Fan, did you steal from somewhere? We made dumplings like that last time, and you still want to challenge?"

"That's right, I just stole my teacher, do all the concubines have any opinions?" An Qing looked at the crowd expressionlessly, and Zhang Yixing was the first to be choked up.

"Qingqing, my image..." Wu Fan did not know how many times he wailed.

[The image can't be eaten. 】An Qing ate a piece of spicy tofu in one bite, the familiar taste made her satisfied.

Wu Fan watched helplessly, wanting to shrink his neck subconsciously.He only felt that what An Qing bit off was moral integrity and the lower limit. He had a headache and was speechless, and what he said was full of tears.