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It's the end of the year again, the taste of the year is getting better, and the wind is mixed with ice-like snowflakes that are not very polite and slapped on people's faces.

Lan Jing slammed the car door, tugged at the collar of his coat, and sneezed on the ground.

"I told you that the temperature has dropped today, so you should dress warmer. If you don't listen, you might catch a cold."

Lin Shao came from the other side of the car, with a thick knitted scarf around his neck and a mask on his face. The whole person was tightly wrapped, except for a pair of eyes that were as moist as water.

Hearing his words, Lan Jing chopped his feet, stood up straight, and waved his hands in a very lonely manner, "What is this little snow, it's not cold at all."

After speaking, he tilted his head and sneezed again.

Lin Shao knew that he wanted grace over temperature, so he shook his head amusedly, and dragged him into the supermarket.

"We have to hurry up. It's several degrees below zero. It's estimated that the road will freeze later."

"Don't you have snow chains? Don't worry." Lan Jing muttered and opened the heavy cotton curtain of the supermarket, and was immediately blown by the heat inside.

There were a lot of people in the supermarket, and the salespersons were chattering about the coldest winter in city C in decades.

"The vegetable area is over there." Lan Jing lined up to get a cart, raised his chin to the right, and motioned for Lin Shao to go.

Lin Shao took out the shopping list written by the cooking aunt from his pocket, and used to stand in front of the organic vegetable section to choose the same thing.

Lan Jing leaned his elbows on the cart and followed him slowly while taking the time to send messages.

--What time do you get off work?Lin Shao and I are shopping for vegetables.

Just after sending it, Lan Jing's phone vibrated.

——I'm a little busy, there is a problem with a project, Brother Dong is in a meeting, and I don't think I'll be home until dinner time.

——What's the problem, is it serious?

——It’s not serious, it can be solved, by the way, grandma asked us to go home for the New Year this year.

Seeing this message, Lan Jing paused for a while while typing, and then replied: Is your father here?

After a few seconds, a new message popped up on Lan Jing's phone: Yes, or we will stagger with him, we will have [-] rounds, let Lao Shu Chu have one round.

This time, Lan Jing didn't reply to the message immediately. He folded his legs and bent over to support the shopping cart. He pursed his lips and thought about it for nearly 2 minutes before saying: No, we can come back anytime you want.

Although he didn't want to see Shu Mingcheng, the two old people didn't say anything, they definitely hoped that there would be no shortage of people on the New Year's Eve dinner table.

Cong Lang didn't know whether he was busy or simply moved by Lan Jing's concession, he was silent for a while, and when Lin Shao was about to go to the seafood area, he replied a good word.

Lan Jing pursed his lips and put the phone in his pocket.

After buying the groceries, the two left the supermarket with a few big pockets, and then drove to Cong Lang's dessert shop to pick up the cake.

Today is the first birthday of the second treasure of Lin Shao's family, and the end of the year is coming soon, so Shang Shaodong asked Lan Jing and Cong Lang to have a meal together and come to get together.

It's a pity that the two rushed to the company after lunch because of the company's affairs.

"When will they come back?" Lin Shao asked, staring at the growing snow outside the window.

Lan Jing gritted his teeth, "It's still early, we have an afternoon to prepare."

Lin Shao turned his head to look at him, "Do we really want to do it ourselves?"

"Idle is idle anyway." Lan Jing shrugged.

Just an hour ago, Lan Jing had a unilateral whim, and he wanted to cook dinner by himself, oh, and he also pulled Lin Shao along the way.

He felt that as long as a senior intellectual and himself with a very strong hands-on ability cooperated, they would definitely be able to cook a table of delicious food. With such confidence, he gave the cooking aunt a half-day vacation.

As a result, in the first process of the first hard dish, the two of them started staring.

"No, why is this fish alive?" Lan Jing stared at the fish in the tank in surprise.

"Auntie said that if you buy live, you can kill and make it now, so it's fresh," Xiaobao, the second son of Shang Shaodong's house, was pulling the door frame and looking at Lan Jing who was holding a knife and his face was hurting, quacking happily, "Uncle Xiaojing, you Is it not going to kill?"

"It's not Uncle Xiaojing, it's called Uncle Lan or Uncle Jing," Lan Jing sighed. He loves to eat fish, but he's especially afraid of catching fish. This thing feels greasy and sticky, and holding it in his hand makes one feel goosebumps Pimples, but in front of children, a man must never say that he can't.

Therefore, Lan Jing asked Lin Shao to find him a very thick heat-insulating glove, and then caught the fish on the chopping board with a very tangled expression on his face.

"Stay far away." Lan Jing waved the kitchen knife in his hand, doing a few tricks handsomely, and made a few gestures according to the fish, "I'm afraid my knife is too fast and accidentally hurts."

Lin Shao pulled Xiao Bao back a step.

But they don't know if Lan Jing's knife is fast or not, it's quite sharp anyway, they saw him gesturing horizontally and vertically for 3 minutes, but he didn't make a move.

In the end, the housekeeper at home really couldn't see it, and came up to help him wash and peel the fish.

"Okay, now let's pickle."

Lan Jing, who considers himself to be very hands-on, took the cleaned fish from the housekeeper, thanked him, and politely invited him out of the kitchen. In the next second, the disembowelled fish fell from his hand. Li flew out.

"Fuck!"

Lan Jing immediately knelt down and covered his nose, and when everyone reacted, blood had already leaked from between his fingers.

"Bumped your nose?" Lin Shao hurriedly bent down to look.

Lan Jingting nodded, unable to speak due to the pain, he jumped up and rushed to the bathroom until he endured the irritating sour taste in his nose.

"Xiaobao, go get the medicine box." Lin Shao followed.

"That fish is so damn good!" Lan Jing scolded while slapping water on his face, never expecting that the fish would jump even after its belly had been ripped open, and the fish's mouth kissed the bridge of his nose forcefully.

His handsome nose was almost scrapped.

Xiao Bao was looking at Lan Jing worriedly, but when he heard what he said, he couldn't help but giggled, "Uncle Xiao Jing is so stupid, the fish can still move right after it is killed."

Okay, being teased by a seven or eight-year-old child, Lan Jing clicked his tongue and ruthlessly rubbed the curly hair on Xiaobao's head.

After hurting Lan Xiaojing, Lin Shao was the one doing the exercises. Xiaobao wanted to join in the fun, but was taken to the study by Lin Qi, the eldest son of Shang Shaodong's family, to do his homework.

After Lan Jing and Lin Shao cut two fingers respectively, scrapped four dishes, burned two pots, smashed several bone china dishes, and even broke the oven, Lan Xiaojing finally took the spatula Once lost, announce to give up.

The kitchen was full of smog, and the butler silently covered his eyes, almost unable to see.

Lin Shao turned up the ventilation system at home to the maximum, but when Shang Shaodong and Cong Lang returned home, they were almost stumped by the strange smell in the air.

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" Cong Lang took off his coat, glanced into the kitchen, and was blinded by the scene inside, "Hey!"

Shang Shaodong followed behind him, seeing the horrible scene, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Your family Lin Xiaoshao said that he wanted to set up a whole table meal and give you a surprise, and then I will be his helper. Of course, although he failed, you can't ignore his sincerity!" Lan Jing cleared his throat and said to Shang Shaodong. Said.

Lin Shao looked at him speechlessly, Lan Xiaojing let him carry it alone, even though the two caused trouble.

People's hearts are really biased. When Shang Shaodong heard it, his dark face immediately eased, and he looked at Lin Shao. When he saw the band-aid wrapped around Lin Shao's hand, he said distressedly, "Why are you so careless, aren't you? Don't let you into the kitchen?"

"You cut your hand too?" Cong Lang stood in front of Lan Jing and took his hand.

Lan Jing waved his hand indifferently.

The kitchen was in a mess, and it was too late to clean it up, so Cong Lang ordered a meal from the hotel and asked someone to bring it over.

After the meal, everyone cut the birthday cake for the baby and gave gifts and blessings. Lan Jing didn't stay for a moment, and ran away dragging Cong Lang.

"Lan Xiaojing, what did you do to sneak away so fast?"

Lan Jing put on his seat belt, and laughed as if he had done something bad, "I broke a set of dishes that Shang Shaodong bought at a huge price. If I don't run away, he will detain me for compensation." gone."

Cong Lang, "Well, don't you know that today's bar pays dividends?"

"Huh?" Lan Jing was confused.

The Blue Night Bar was originally owned by Lin Shao and Lan Jing. Lan Jing didn't like management, and Lin Shao wasn't interested either, so Shang Shaodong took over the accounts and funds.

Lan Jing just waited for dividends to make money day by day.

Sure enough, Shang Shaodong's news came within a few minutes: I just transferred money to you, check the account balance, and a hundred thousand was deducted, you know what the fee is.

Lan Xiaojing became a puffer fish.

Cong Lang rubbed his head amusedly, "Fool."