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The ringing of the cell phone is a signal that Ye Wanwan has arrived at the village chief's house.

But the village chief's phone wasn't used like that, so he immediately hung up and dialed again.

"Brother Dong."

As soon as the call connected, Ye Wanwan's clear voice came from the other end, filled with undisguised joy, as if she was very happy to receive Chen Dong's call.

"What time did you get up this morning? Have you had breakfast?" Chen Dong asked with a smile, hearing that even Gao Xing was trying to hide his good mood.

"I've already had breakfast. I got up at six and have finished one test paper," Ye Wanwan replied quickly, like a child reporting to an adult and expecting praise.

"Why are you up so early on vacation? You have so much energy! What time did you go to bed last night?" Chen Dong asked fiercely.

If Ye Wanwan were standing in front of him now, he would definitely slap her on the head again, asking why she didn't know how to treat herself better and get more rest.

However, Chen Dong also understands that if you want to change your fate, you have to do your best. He himself had worked just as hard in the past.

"I go to bed early at night. I study until ten o'clock and then go to sleep," Ye Wanwan said softly, sounding a little aggrieved, but she was still very happy.

Chen Dong smiled.

Listening to that aggrieved yet timid voice, which didn't sound angry, Chen Dong could even imagine what kind of expression that silly girl was making right now.

Time is passing so slowly; he's even starting to miss the days when he used to bully the silly girl fiercely.

"Going to bed at ten o'clock isn't too late, but don't get up so early in the morning. It's winter now, and it's so cold in the morning, especially in the countryside. Get an extra hour of sleep, you hear me?" Chen Dong instructed in an unquestionable manner.

"Oh," Ye Wanwan replied softly.

"Oh, what do you mean? Are you just trying to brush me off?" Chen Dong said fiercely.

"No, no, I heard you. I'll sleep in a little longer this morning," Ye Wanwan quickly replied.

"I'll ask Grandma then. If you dare to lie to me, hmph, you know what will happen." Chen Dong pretended to be serious to scare the silly girl.

"No, I would never lie to Brother Dong," Ye Wanwan said very seriously.

Chen Dong was in a great mood, and his tone softened as he asked, "Have you cooked or eaten the sausages, cured meat, and ribs I brought you?"

"Yes, it's cooking in the pot right now. I caught a grass carp yesterday. It wasn't as big as the one Dong-ge caught last time, only a little over two pounds, but it's enough for me and Grandma to eat," Ye Wanwan said happily, with a hint of gratitude in her voice.

During the Lunar New Year, she and her grandmother would try to eat something good, but at most they would go out to buy some pork, and they wouldn't even buy more than two pounds, let alone kill a chicken. Fish was always the best feast.

But this year there are several more dishes on the table.

With sausages, cured pork, and even stewed cured pork ribs with white radish, plus some sliced ​​pig ears for a cold dish, it's definitely the most sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.

These were all brought by Dong Ge.

"It's only a little over two pounds. If you surpass my record next time, then we'll talk." Chen Dong was a little smug when he heard this; he could have caught several pounds.

"Mm." Ye Wanwan didn't think Chen Dong was being smug; instead, she responded obediently.

This silly girl is so funny.

Chen Dong didn't tease her, and said with a smile, "It's almost Chinese New Year, Xiao Yezi. I believe things will get better year after year, and your perseverance will soon pay off."

"Hmm." Ye Wanwan gave a soft "hmm," but this "hmm" wasn't as cheerful as the previous one; it seemed to carry some emotion.

Chen Dong didn't get sentimental with her and continued, "Happy Chinese New Year, silly girl."

"Happy Chinese New Year, Dong-ge." Ye Wanwan smiled broadly.

"Alright, go back to work. Remember to give Grandma my blessings for me." Chen Dong was about to end the call after a few casual words when Ye Wanwan hurriedly said, "Brother Dong, Grandma is here too."

Chen Dong was somewhat surprised, but his eyes lit up. "Let Grandma answer the phone."

"Happy Chinese New Year, Xiao Chen." Grandma answered the phone with a smile and greeted him, still as kind and gentle as ever.

"Happy Chinese New Year, Grandma! Does your back still hurt?" Chen Dong greeted her with a smile.

"Haha, Xiao Yezi didn't let me do any work these past two days, so she's already recovered," Grandma said with a smile.

"With Xiao Yezi here, how could we let Grandma do any work?" Chen Dong said with a smile. He understood Ye Wanwan, so he knew that the silly girl would definitely take care of all the chores she could do.

"Xiao Chen, please pass on my blessings to your family." After chatting for a while, Grandma said with a smile. She didn't say thank you, but just wanted to pass on her blessings during the Spring Festival.

"Okay, Grandma."

After ending the call, Chen Dong looked at his phone with some relief. He was glad that he hadn't teased that silly girl too much or asked her if she had thought about him.

……

I started writing and immersed myself in writing from 8:45 to 11:30, writing over 10,000 words in nearly three hours, completing three and a half chapters of 3,000 words each.

He was preparing to finish writing four chapters in one go when he heard his mother calling him for dinner downstairs.

There was nothing he could do; the New Year's Eve dinner was early and long, so Chen Dong had no choice but to close his laptop and go downstairs.

"How abundant!"

When Chen Dong came downstairs, the dining table was already laden with a sumptuous feast, mostly cold dishes, with both meat and vegetables.

In the south, when people eat at banquets in winter, they usually start with cold dishes to go with drinks, and then slowly serve hot dishes and main courses. After all, if the food is served quickly in the cold weather, it will get cold quickly.

"Would you like a drink?"

Chen Zhenjiang unscrewed a bottle of fine wine and smiled at Chen Dong.

Zeng Ling, who was carrying bowls and chopsticks, glared at him. "You used to worry about your son smoking and drinking, but now that he doesn't smoke or drink anymore, you still want to persuade him to drink?"

"It's Chinese New Year, a little bit of drinking won't have any effect. Besides, I'll be an adult next month, it's not like I can't drink," Chen Zhenjiang said with a smile, but he only took one wine glass.

"My birthday is next month." Chen Dong hadn't learned about these things yet.

"You'll be an adult on the 18th of the first lunar month. What kind of birthday present do you want this year?" Chen Zhenjiang poured a glass of wine and asked Chen Dong with a smile.

In the past, he would prepare a gift for Chen Dong every year on his birthday. But in recent years, Chen Dong's rebellious behavior has made him so angry that he almost wanted to strangle him. Instead of a gift, he only received a belt.

But this year is different. This kid suddenly grew up and, after years of hard work, achieved a score he never dared to dream of, which deserves a reward.

"I like any gift my parents give me." Chen Dong never looks forward to his birthday because no one ever remembers it, let alone celebrates it.

But this time he was somewhat looking forward to it because he had family and close friends, and it was also his special birthday of turning eighteen.

"Tell us what you want, and Mom and Dad will try our best to fulfill it," Zeng Ling said with a smile.

"I'm filling in all the gaps right now, and there's nothing I particularly want." Chen Dong took the drink from Zeng Ling's hand, poured her a full glass, and then poured one for himself.

"Everyone wanted to celebrate their son's coming of age this way." Chen Zhenjiang chuckled, picked up a piece of cold pig's ear and put it in his mouth, casually holding a wine glass.

Chen Dong quickly raised his glass and said earnestly, "Dad, Mom, I'd like to toast you both. Thank you for all your hard work over the years. I love you."

Chen Zhenjiang's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

Zeng Ling's chopsticks for picking up food also counted as one meal.