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After the old lady sent Zhao Qing away, she came back home and saw her own grandson and Yu Xiaohu's grandson feeding each other.

The dining table was spacious and the two of them had to squeeze together.

Zhou Yongan has clearly told Yu Zijing that as long as he acts with him and performs well, the Big G will be his after the deal is done.

Yu Zijing agreed very readily, and said that he was grateful to his brother for thinking of him first, and that he must have given himself psychological hints to think of himself as a woman during this period.

So when the old lady entered the room, Yu Zijing said in a coquettish voice: "Brother, the porridge is a little hot, please let it cool down before eating, be careful not to burn your tongue."

Zhou Yongan: "Is it hot? Mine isn't hot. Let's switch. You can have mine."

Yu Zijing took his brother's portion and enjoyed it without any hesitation. Zhou Yongan pushed the side dishes that Yu Zijing liked in front of him.

The old lady stared at it for a while without saying anything.

After breakfast, Yu Zijing said hello to the old lady and said he was going back. The old lady asked him to take her to wish Yu Xiaohu a happy new year.

Zhou Yongan saw him out and even hugged Yu Zijing where the old lady could see him, then reluctantly sent him to the car.

Inside the house, the old lady called the servant to ask, "Have the relationship between the second young master and the young master of the Yu family always been this good?"

The servant said, "I heard that whenever the Second Young Master is in China, this Young Master Yu will visit the Second Young Master every day. People in the circle say that Young Master Yu is the Second Young Master's follower. Young Master Yu is not angry when he hears this. Maybe he is really close to the Second Young Master."

The old lady frowned and pursed her thin lips.

After Zhou Yongan saw Yu Zijing off, he went back to the house, glanced at his grandmother who was pretending to read Buddhist scriptures, and went up the stairs with a smile.

Zhou Ying was still sleeping soundly upstairs. Zhou Yongan opened the door to take a look, then closed the door again.

Li Qingwen was sitting quietly in the room reading a book.

"Stop looking, I'll take you to the temple fair." Zhou Yongan walked in and pulled her away.

Li Qingwen asked, "Are you not going to accompany the guests?"

Zhou Yongan said calmly: "You saw it at the annual meeting. You never asked me. What were you thinking?"

"I didn't think about it." Li Qingwen lowered his eyes.

Zhou Yongan put his butt on the desk, reached out to pinch her face, and explained: "I don't like her, and she doesn't like me either. It's just grandma's wishful thinking."

"I don't like it, but I'll come to stop you on New Year's Day." Li Qingwen muttered jealously, "It's even worse than Miss Yi."

Zhou Yongan took his wife's hand and said, "Why do you have the time to care about other people's preferences? Put down your book and go to the temple fair to pray to the Buddha to bless you with safety."

“You too, be safe.”

The Beijiao Street Temple Fair was crowded with people of all ages, all holding incense sticks in their hands and heading in one direction.

Li Qingwen came here with Zhou Yongan two years ago. When he came again this time, there was no change around.

On the temple fair streets, all kinds of snacks, sugarcane fruits, and fireworks and sacrificial offerings are sold on both sides. There are also sugar figures, candied haws, and various fireworks, firecrackers and toy guns that attract children.

Li Qingwen was interested in the flowery fox mask, so he bought one and put it on his face. Zhou Yongan randomly bought a drama mask and also put it on his face, and they walked around holding hands.

After entering the temple, Li Qingwen lit a cigarette, took Zhou Yongan and bowed in front of the Buddha statues in the temple, and knocked down one by one decisively.

Zhou Yongan teased her: "Others come to pray to the Buddha to make wishes, why don't you say anything?"

Li Qingwen: "I said it in my heart."

Zhou Yongan: "Oh, did you talk to the Buddha in Chinese or in the local dialect of Licheng?"

Li Qingwen muttered, "Chinese."

Zhou Yongan: "Then how can you be sure that these Buddhas can read minds and speak the Chinese language you speak?"

Vernacular Chinese appeared in modern times. How come these Buddhas have hundreds or thousands of years of history? Who can understand what they are saying?

Li Qingwen was very busy: "Don't bother me, Buddha has great powers, he knows everything you want."

She turned around, avoiding the crowds, and stopped in front of one unnamed Buddha statue after another. Then, more pious than a believer, she closed her eyes and bowed three times.

Zhou Yongan was admiring the Buddha statues in various postures while looking at Li Qingwen, with a completely recreational mindset.

It was not until he saw the God of Wealth and the God of Land that he imitated Li Qingwen and kowtowed.

After walking around, the two people's eyes were choked by the smoke and they shed tears. After worshipping, they left quickly and continued to stroll on Temple Street.

Zhou Yongan glanced at the almost melted snow on the roadside and suggested, "Why don't we go skiing tomorrow?"

Li Qingwen: "Harbin?"

Zhou Yongan took out his phone to check the tickets, while pulling Li Qingwen through the wet and busy Temple Street: "There are still plane tickets."

Li Qingwen remembered that his aunt called and said she wanted to come home to see him.

She has been at the old house these two days and is unable to entertain you, so she has pushed it to the back burner.

Li Qingwen asked, "When are we going?"

Zhou Yongan: "How about leaving tonight?"

No objections, it was an instant agreement.

A roadside vendor selling candied haws came over, and Zhou Yongan bought a string for her, then squatted down and carried Li Qingwen on his back.

On the way, Luo Zijin and Aunt Zhao came over from a distance while strolling. Li Qingwen immediately patted Zhou Yongan and said, "Put me down. Mom saw it."

Zhou Yongan was amused by her sneaky look: "What are you afraid of? I'm the one carrying you, and I'm carrying you. It's correct."

Li Qingwen muttered, "It's not good to do this in front of the elders..."

"We are just children in front of them, what's wrong with that?" Zhou Yongan carried her directly in front of Luo Zijin and Aunt Zhao, then greeted Aunt Zhao.

Luo Zijin asked with concern: "Qingwen, did you sprain your ankle?"

Li Qingwen was embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to hide in: "..."

Zhou Yongan put his hand around her calf and pinched her calf: "No, she simply can't walk and wants me to carry her."

Li Qingwen: “…”

A lifetime of fame, completely ruined.

Aunt Zhao smiled and nudged Luo Zijin with her elbow and said, "Does Yongan look like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yongan turned his head to look at Li Qingwen, whose face was already red all the way to her ears.

"You are so thin-skinned, put on a mask."

Luo Zijin sighed. How could they separate the two of them who were already as sweet as honey?

Thinking of what the old lady taught her last night, Luo Zijin felt unhappy.

Zhou Yongan asked: "Where is my eldest brother?"

Luo Zijin pointed ahead and said, "He is surrounded by many young girls writing and painting. Go and save him."

At a calligraphy and painting stall in the distance, the stall owner was giving away free calligraphy and paintings. Zhou Xixiang was there leisurely holding a brush, writing with great speed.

Men and women gathered there, but the girls didn't even look at the words, their eyes were all fixed on Zhou Xixiang.

Zhou Yongan turned around and asked Li Qingwen: "Save her? I'm afraid that if I ruin her marriage, all my prayers would be in vain."

Li Qingwen: "Let's go and join in the fun."