It's time to have dinner.

Yi Qingxue put on her clothes and came out to wash.

I didn't see my cousin and Xiao Nannan, but I saw three energetic old men at the table.

He looked at them curiously and went to wash with a good look on his face.

The three old men Xirihong were having a lot of fun chatting, and didn't care about this little girl who was sneaking away.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Nianshu Xi's mouth.

"The sound of firecrackers is getting weaker and weaker, and the atmosphere of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker."

"Don't let it go, you see, Xiao Cheng's courtyard is pretty good, big red lanterns are hanging high, and colorful flags are fluttering and the wind is not over."

The Kitchen God said quickly.

Mr. Long snorted with smoke, shook his head and said, "Benliu him, let him be pretentious!"

"He has been having a better year than me, and he is still sad about the spring and autumn."

The Kitchen God was stunned: "What's the saying?"

The New Year is also very puzzled. The more the New Year atmosphere is, the less powerful his magic power and survival time are also decreasing.

Why is this black-hearted old dragon so embarrassed to say this?

The next moment, Mr. Long took out his cell phone and played an audio.

There was a "crackling" sound of firecrackers synthesized by electronic music.

The two old men were stunned when they heard this and looked at him in confusion.

Mr. Long smiled:
Chapter completed!