It's so hard, I'm dressed like a group favorite in the 1960s

"Yeah, they're really cute." The senior leader looked at the two little guys, his smile growing wider, his eyes filled with fondness. However, he immediately waved his hand and said, "But they're children. I can't handle them at my age. Being too fat will easily lead to high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar."

The term "three highs" was mentioned by Jiang Junjun to the senior leader when he came here. At that time, Jiang Junjun seriously explained the dangers of the three highs to the senior leader and listed a large number of serious diseases caused by the three highs, which made the senior leader feel uneasy.

From then on, the leader paid special attention to his weight and diet.

"Don't worry, I won't make you too fat." Jiang Junjun winked playfully. "I'll give you the most scientifically sound diet to ensure you stay healthy and have the energy to continue contributing to the country."

"I've memorized the term 'three highs,' keep it up!" Jiang Junjun continued to bicker with the senior leader as she walked out. Her playful demeanor was like a lively little sparrow, chirping non-stop. The senior leader stood at the door, his arms folded, a smile of helplessness yet indulgence on his face.

"We are going to set off fireworks in the evening, and you can see them from here. When it's night, just look towards our house. The fireworks will soar into the sky and explode with crackling sounds. They will be colorful and look really good. Don't be envious." Jiang Junjun was so excited when she thought of the gorgeous and colorful fireworks feast in the evening that she couldn't help showing off to the big boss.

Her eyes were shining and her face was filled with anticipation and pride.

After hearing this, the big boss raised his chin slightly, looked at Jiang Junjun proudly, and slowly expressed his thoughts: "I know, when the third day of the junior high school, you bring me some. It's so clear to watch the fireworks here." He thought to himself, how can watching fireworks from such a far distance be as exciting as setting them off in this spacious yard, and then looking up to see the gorgeous sky?

Besides, this courtyard is usually deserted, and I want to experience the lively atmosphere of more people. Of course, excluding those "annoying people".

"You're just like Zhou Paopi, so calculating," Jiang Junjun said, playfully reaching out and rubbing her thumb, index finger, and middle finger together, as if she were counting a bunch of money. "These fireworks aren't cheap. They cost a lot of money." She pretended to be worried about the money, frowning and pouting.

"Oh, you're still short of this little money?" The big boss glared at Jiang Junjun, whose mind was full of money. In his eyes, Jiang Junjun was a complete money-grubber who cared a lot about money. However, he also knew that this girl just loved to joke around.

At this moment, their car slowly drove over and stopped steadily at the door. Without saying a word, the big boss opened the car door and stuffed Jiang Junjun into the car with a quick and neat movement.

Jiang Junjun didn't forget to stick her head out of the car and made a face at the big boss. The big boss couldn't help laughing at her mischievous look, then waved and turned around and walked slowly into the house.

Jiang Junjun sat in the car, looking at the leader's back through the window, thinking to herself that on the third day of the Lunar New Year, she must bring beautiful fireworks to make the yard lively.

The atmosphere of the New Year's Eve dinner is like a grand and enthusiastic fireworks display, exuding unparalleled excitement and jubilation at this special moment. And this year's New Year's Eve dinner was even more lively than ever.

The Zhou, Gu, Jiang, Fang, and Murong families, like warm streams, converged in the Fang family's courtyard. The spacious compound suddenly became bustling with activity. Laughter and lively conversation mingled like a passionate symphony, creating the illusion that the roof of the house would be blown off by the bustle.

Anyone in the compound who passed by the Fang family could hear the sounds coming from inside. They were somewhat envious, as these families all had powerful people.

The Fang family's first-floor living room has become a haven for entertainment. Several mahjong tables are lined up, and elderly people gather around them, concentrating intently on their cards, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes laughing heartily. The crackling sound of the tiles clashing is like the beat of cheerful drums.

There were also some people gathered together playing poker, with cards flying in their hands, accompanied by cheers and sighs, the atmosphere was so warm that it seemed to be burning.

Looking towards the kitchen, it was a scene of frantic activity. Normally, the kitchen was the domain of the ladies, but today it was the men's. The ladies were allowed to relax and unwind, eating sunflower seeds and chatting about family matters.

The men, donning aprons, displayed their culinary prowess at the stove. These men, meticulously trained by the women of their homes, possessed considerable culinary skills. They expertly chopped and stir-fried vegetables, their spatulas soaring up and down in their hands as delicious dishes emerged from the wok one after another.

Everyone is very confident in their craftsmanship and would walk into the kitchen from time to time to give them some compliments to encourage the men to work harder.

In a corner of the kitchen, two little kids, Gu Yue and Jiang Mo, were busy working.

Their tiny figures shuttled between the adults' legs, holding garlic peeling tools in their hands, peeling garlic carefully, looking like two little adults. After peeling garlic, they picked up a knife and carefully peeled potatoes. Although their movements were still a little clumsy, they were very focused.

The two little guys didn't dare to stop for a moment, as if there would be some "punishment" waiting for them if they stopped.

After working for a while, the two brothers straightened up exhausted, looked at each other, and sighed in unison. Then, they lowered their voices and softly sang a nursery rhyme: "Little cabbages, the ground is yellow..." The childish singing was full of the brothers' pain.

They felt extremely aggrieved and kept repeating in their hearts: "We are children! We are children!" But they were born in such a family, and there was no tradition of spoiling children at home.

Adults teach them from a young age that when they are able to work, they should do their best. This is a responsibility and a form of growth. Haven't you seen that except for a few elderly grandfathers and middle-aged men playing, the rest of the young men are fighting in the kitchen?

Moreover, if the men in their family can't work, they'd feel ashamed to tell others about it, and the women would think it was their fault for not raising them well. It's shameful. This is really unreasonable.

So, despite their complaints, they continued to work obediently, contributing their own small efforts to this lively New Year's Eve dinner.

In the courtyard, the sounds of entertainment in the living room, cooking in the kitchen, and children singing nursery rhymes intertwined to create a warm and lively New Year's Eve dinner scene. This lively atmosphere flowed like a warm current through everyone's heart, allowing everyone to feel the deep affection and warmth of home.