Still young.

"Xiaobao likes to see beautiful women?" Song Ci asked again.

Xiaobao shook his head: "I think it looks good."

It's as simple as that, I just think it looks good, there is no reason.

Children find that their vision of beauty is different from that of adults. Their vision is more special. They may think that fat people are beautiful, or they may think that their hair is beautiful.

Aesthetics are not concave and convex.

Taking him to the place where fireworks were sold, Song Ci bought several boxes of large fireworks, as well as firecrackers and incense paper money, in order to worship his ancestors that night.

He also bought a lot of things for children to play with, and Song Ci then drove back with Xiaobao.

At this point, I rush home to have lunch and wait for the New Year's Eve dinner. Even if it is the New Year, it is very simple and monotonous, and there is no special New Year flavor.

It's just that this sense of ritual must be done properly. This is one of the most important festivals.

Before lunch, Song Kui also came and helped with the cooking.

Song Ci was finally not alone watching his grandfather and father play chess. Zhang Jianbin was also watching, chatting with Lao Song from time to time.

Their food factory is still not very profitable. The income is good, but it is not big money either. In both words and outside, they seem to hope that their father-in-law can help.

The impeccable old Song Dynasty has dealt with the past and is not going to talk about this during the New Year.

Sometimes, Zhang Jianbin really doesn't have much foresight. The merits are obvious and there are many disadvantages. Otherwise, he would be working in the group now.

It wasn't like Lao Song couldn't stand it anymore, otherwise he wouldn't have been asked to resign.

You still have to help, and your son-in-law is not an outsider. You just have to think about how to help.

Seeing Lao Song like this, Song Ci took Zhang Jianbin aside to drink tea, so as not to make his chess skills worse in Lao Song.

Around six o'clock in the afternoon.

Set off firecrackers, worship ancestors, and have dinner.

Song Ci's mother cooked a table of dishes, a big round table, and there was no room for it. There was always a lot left over from this meal every year, and there was more than enough every year.

"Happy New Year!" He held up the cup and clinked it.

I can't eat much. These days, I eat meat all day long, and there is no shortage of food. We celebrate the New Year all year round, and we eat the same thing. I ate a lobster, some sea cucumbers, drank some fish soup, and some snacks.

Vegetables, some fruits, and you'll be full.

Song Ci still ate the most and cleared several plates, while the others ate less.

There was a table full of food left, and he made the old man happy by saying blessings. He was also mentioned to get married early, and Song Ci felt that there was nothing more he could do to talk.

After eating the New Year's Eve dinner, we passed the time watching the party. We waited until after twelve o'clock before going to bed.

The adults were fine, but the baby was lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

"Today's programs are really becoming less and less interesting." The old man said with emotion: "It's not as good as before."

He restrained himself from saying anything more unpleasant. The more he did it, the more ugly it became. That was what he wanted to say.

Song Ci also admitted this. The show was not interesting, so he simply chatted with Tang Shi on his mobile phone. He had been away for several days, and his longing for it became more intense.

The feeling that one day has passed since three autumns has become more and more obvious, and the number of messages sent has increased.

When I first came back, I couldn't feel it. Gradually, the longing became stronger and I often found that I missed her very much.

Like him, Tang poetry also feels the same way.

[After the New Year’s Eve dinner, I’m nesting next to the stove. Where is your house?] Tang Shi sent him a message.

Song Ci took a photo to show her.

When the person is not around, the emotion of boredom takes over more quickly, and it happens to come together with longing.

【It’s so boring, I miss you.】

【I miss you too.】Tang Shi replied.

Song Ci, who was laughing, caught the eye of Song Kui next to him. She came over to take a look, but Song Ci blocked her phone from her.

"It's rare to see it, the sour smell of love." Song Kui curled her lips: "The whole living room smells like this."

[It’s Chinese New Year, let’s buy a house in Baiyun City next year and have a family.] Song Ci sent a message.

Tang Shi didn't object and immediately sent a nodding emoticon. She had money in hand and was planning to finalize the house matter.

There is a house over there. From now on, if Tang Feng or his mother goes there, they will have a place to live. If Song Ci's parents go, there will also be a place to stay.

The feeling of having your own home is different from renting a house. It has roots.

[My mother even read the horoscopes and the wedding date. She wished she could marry me as soon as possible.] Tang Shi shared her family affairs with him.

She often talked about these trivial matters to Song Ci, and Song Ci also liked to hear them.

Last year, with his efforts, his mother-in-law finally got a preliminary understanding of him. It was no longer just a simple impression of him as a boy. She also had a general idea of ​​his appearance and personality.

On Song Ci's side, her grandfather was impatient and wanted him to get married as soon as possible and to see his great-grandson. On Tang Shi's side, her mother had the same idea and wanted to have her grandson.

I have to wait for my grandson, but I can have my grandson first.

[Then we will get things done next year. There will be no conflict between work and marriage, so we can prepare for both.] Song Ci replied to the message.

Tang Shi sent an eye-rolling emoticon.

[Did our mother tell her about the bride price?] Song Ci asked her.

[She said 6666 is fine, which is what she meant. We are all like this here. More than 6,000, more than 10,000, more than 20,000 are all too much. Let’s go through the process and collect some later and give it back to you.] Tang Shi replied to the message.

For them, getting a wife is never difficult, not only in terms of money, but also in other aspects, and the process is not complicated.

Therefore, there are so many people who get married early. As long as it is a marriage recognized by the clan, it is actually more effective than a certificate.

【This is too little.】

[No matter how much, she will be called a prostitute. She will not dare to wear the jewelry you buy, for fear that others will come and steal it at night, and for fear that they will ask me to borrow money.] Tang Shi was helpless.

It’s not that I want a lot of betrothal gifts, I just think that in Song Ci’s eyes, this money may be a bit of a joke.

But there is nothing you can do about it, everyone is like this, it is best not to be unique, as it will not make others envious, it will only cause a lot of trouble for yourself.

There are many trivial things in a village, and wherever there are people there are rivers and lakes.

[Then when you get married, you can give your mother some pension money every month. How does your house look like?] Song Ci asked her.

Tang Shi made a sighing expression.

[She refused to let me buy it, saying that it would be of no use, and since I was not staying for a long time, there was no point in it, so she wouldn’t let me buy it.] Tang Shi replied.

In short, the mother-in-law is still the same. Just because Tang Shi made money, she was not allowed to spend money randomly, especially money that had no effect. She was not allowed to spend it.

The matter of buying a house was just aborted and put on hold indefinitely.

[It’s better to buy it in Baiyun City and take her to live there for a period of time every year.] Song Ci thought about it and sent her a message.

Tang Shi also thought the same way, and agreed with this without any objection.

As they chatted, it was twelve o'clock before they knew it. Just after twelve o'clock, Song Ci sent her a message [Happy New Year, wife.]

【Happy New Year hubby.】

【Transfer;1314】

Song Ci didn't expect that his first red envelope of the New Year would be from his wife.

I also sent 5200 to Tang Shi. It was time to set off fireworks and firecrackers, so the two of them stopped talking and went about doing various things.

In this way, Song Ci spent an ordinary Spring Festival, counting the remaining time to see each other, and didn't know when he fell asleep.

I can't sleep thinking about getting married.
Chapter completed!