After I went bankrupt, the school beauty became a CEO and wanted to support me?

silence.

A deathly still silence spread in the corridor.

As the family of four stared at each other, footsteps could be heard faintly in the corridor. Just as the other party came up from downstairs and was about to see this embarrassing scene face to face with them—

Song Wanbai was about to reach out and pat Chen Shuo's back as a hint, but Chen Shuo had already raised his hand to remove the already pasted Spring Festival couplets. He turned his head and showed a stiff but bright smile:

"Is it posted straight?"

Just saying.

A figure walked out from the stairs. After hearing Chen Shuo's words and seeing Chen Yanguo and Song Wanbai standing beside him, he smiled and said enthusiastically:

"Putting up Spring Festival couplets?"

Song Wanbai nodded: "Yes, you are-"

Uncle Jiang lifted the plastic bag in his hand and said, "Look, we're out of vinegar for dumplings at home, so I went out to buy some."

Song Wanbai glanced at it and said with a smile, "We have to go out and buy some."

Su Qingwan, standing nearby, watched the two of them chatting as if they were old friends. From the corner of her eye, she could see Chen Yanguo and Chen Shuo "trying hard" to put up Spring Festival couplets, but in reality, they didn't seem to be doing anything at all. She was stunned at first, then she couldn't help but want to laugh.

To die is to face and suffer.

This sentence immediately appeared in Su Qingwan's mind.

The father and son did not stop their work until Uncle Jiang turned around and went upstairs and his figure could no longer be seen.

The four of them looked at the tightly closed security door again, and laughter suddenly overflowed into the corridor.

In the end, Chen Yanguo called someone to come and unlock the door.

It took so long.

The four of them began to cook quickly.

Song Wanbai and Su Qingwan sat at the dining table outside the kitchen, rolling out the dumpling wrappers and making dumplings.

Chen Shu and Chen Yanguo went into the kitchen to cook a few more dishes.

Before their dishes were ready, Song Wanbai and Su Qingwan had already finished making dumplings.

The mother and daughter, who had nothing to do, turned their heads and looked at Chen Yanguo and Chen Shu, two grown men wrapped in aprons, waving spatulas and working hard.

Su Qingwan looked at the slightly crowded but bustling kitchen, with a dazed look in her eyes.

In previous years, she had always spent the New Year with her grandmother. The two of them were lonely and isolated, especially at night when the sounds of firecrackers and fireworks rang out in the village, making the atmosphere even more desolate.

After her grandmother left, she was left alone.

It’s not that Su Qingyu didn’t ask her to go along, but she also wanted to take her daughter to Lu Xingguo’s parents’ home, and she didn’t think there would be any point in her going.

Now, I finally feel the long-lost bustle.

"The dumplings are ready."

Chen Shuo stirred the pot with a spoon. Every plump dumpling floated on the surface of the water, and the water vapor was thick. He filled a bowl and handed it to Chen Yanguo, motioning him to pass it on.

“The first bowl is for my mom!”

"Whether today's dumplings are delicious depends on how my mom seasons them."

"If it doesn't taste good, don't tell me!"

"Why do you want to ask?"

Chen Shuo shook his head cheerfully, and while answering his own questions, he packed up the remaining dumplings in the pot:

"Hey! Of course her hammer said no."

Chen Yanguo: “…”

Su Qingwan: "..."

With Chen Shuo around, how could it not be lively!

The creaking sound of Song Wanbai's back teeth was particularly clear when the two were silent, and the instigator seemed to have not realized what he had said. He turned off the gas with a "click", covered the pot and cleaned up the mess.

Turning her head, she met Song Wanbai's smile which radiated a strong maternal glow.

Chen Shu blinked, trying to awaken her maternal love:

"Oh!"

"My dear mother, you must not have forgotten that I am your own son, whom you carried in your womb for ten months."

"Is it right?"

Song Wanbai: “:)”

What do you say?

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