Chen Hansheng was repaired. Although he was still laughing and joking, he didn't dare to be a monster anymore.

　　 In the evening, he also helped Xiao Xiao Bao take a bath.

　　 The best time for babies from three months to two years old, especially fat babies like Xiaoxiaobao, sitting naked in the basin, looks like a lotus root doll.

　　 So every time she took a shower, everyone came around to watch the excitement. Even the mother-in-law stood in the bathroom with a cane, looking at the chubby great-granddaughter, with a smile from the heart.

In general, babies are more resistant to taking a bath, but the small little bag is more quiet, and there are some toys such as ducklings and small **** in the bathtub, her attention is attracted, and her grandmother, father, and mother are allowed to move on. Watering.

　　 "Let's stop here today, it's not dirty at all."

　　 After half an hour, Chen Hansheng thought it should be almost done.

　　 "I am so happy."

　　 Liang Meijuan felt that she would have to wash for a while to welcome the new year cleanly.

　　 "I don't care, I'm afraid she can't drink it anymore."

　　 Chen Hansheng said helplessly: "She has to taste the water poured from her head, she has to taste two bites, which is terribly foolish."

　　 "Hahaha······"

　　 Everyone in the room laughed, and the Queen Mother also laughed and kicked her son.

　　Shen Youchu is a little embarrassed, Chen Hansheng is generally recognized as being smart, so the baby can only inherit himself.

　　 When Xiao Xiaobao wiped her body dry, she put on the little quilted jacket that grandma bought specially. It was white, tender and festive. Liang Meijuan kissed and kissed her in her arms, and she couldn't bear to let go.

　　 Actually, Liang Meijuan bought two copies of this little red quilted jacket. The little fish had already taken it. She treated the two little sisters equally, or they didn’t have them, or they had them all.

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　　 After 6 o'clock in the evening, as night slowly fell, the community also heard the sound of firecrackers from time to time, and occasionally there were fireworks dragging their colorful tails, and the sound of "biu" turned into a little silver flower in the sky.

　　 Jianye has already forbidden fireworks and firecrackers, so I can only make fun of it. If it is in Hong Kong City, the "crackling" sound can be heard until 2 o'clock in the morning.

　　 But this is enough for Xiao Xiao Bao. This is the first time in her life that she has seen beautiful fireworks, staring at the window intently in her grandpa's arms.

　　 After a while, the fireworks stopped. Chen Zipei blinked her pretty little peachy eyes, turned her head and lay quietly on her grandfather's shoulder, and kept watching without crying.

　　 "My little granddaughter, Nai Xiu."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 Chen Zhaojun thought.

　　 After half an hour, Feng Gui and Shen Ruyi both came back. It is said that the turnover of the Xinjiekou store today is several tens of thousands. When the formal meal was made, Chen Zhaojun wanted to give the main seat to her mother-in-law, but she did not accept it.

　　 The mother-in-law speaks very little, but she knows everything in her heart.

　　 So, in the end, Chen Zhaojun sat in the main seat. This is a rectangular table. On the left of Old Chen are Liang Meijuan, Shen Youchu, and Aning, and on the left are mother-in-law, Feng Gui and Shen Ruyi, and Dong'er.

　　 Chen Hansheng sat across from Lao Chen, and the father and son headed to each other, just like supporting the family.

　　 "In the new year, I hope that the baby will grow up strong, the mother-in-law will be healthy, and everyone will be safe and happy."

　　 Before moving his chopsticks, Lao Chen said two toasts. There was no official bells and whistles, no long talks during entertainment, but simple blessings.

　　 "Old Chen is getting old too."

　　 Chen Hansheng looked at his father's face, and such a thought popped into his mind.

In fact, Chen Zhaojun is not too old. He usually has a good mentality, so he looks relatively young, but as long as he remembers that Old Chen is a grandfather, he will unknowingly plan him to "need to give up his seat when getting on the bus." Among the first class of old people, it is also really strange.

　　 "Dad, I toast you a cup."

　　 Thinking of this, Chen Hansheng raised his cup and said.

　　 "ding~"

　　 The father and son touched, everything was silent.

　　 After dinner, the Chinese New Year Gala also began. Everyone was sitting in front of the sofa, with warm air-conditioning in the living room. Everyone was sending New Year messages while watching TV. It really felt like a family reunion under the lights.

　　 However, Chen Hansheng soon felt boring, and vomited: "Is there a problem with the cross talk now? Why does the ending have to be sensational? It seems that the sketch is not successful unless it has a point of educational significance and a certain height."

　　 Everyone was smiling happily and didn't realize the problem, but after Chen Hansheng pointed it out sharply, he realized that it seemed to be the case.

　　The cross talk sketches in the Spring Festival Gala seem to have this problem. The ending is abrupt to sublimate the main theme. The key is often not enough emotional preparation, which looks really embarrassing.

　　 "You can watch if you want to watch, don't watch if you don't, evaluate this and that all day long."

　　 Liang Meijuan is a little upset, it's okay not to say it, but I really feel embarrassed if I say it and then look at the sketches.

　　 "I was right again..."

Chen Hansheng didn’t dare to force him with his mother, and satirized the director of the Spring Festival Gala: “If it’s still like this, those young people won’t watch the Spring Festival Gala again in another ten years. We ordinary people just want to be stupid. Look at the Spring Festival Gala, the news broadcast is more direct."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "It's done."

　　 Old Chen patted his son on the shoulder: "Don't look at you, don't influence others, go to the balcony to make a phone call.

"Ok."

　　 Chen Hansheng could only shrug his shoulders and went to the balcony, but his first call did not call Xiao Rongyu, but instead called Wang Zibo with the door open.

　　 "Xiao Chen, happy new year, I wish you all the best in the new year and climb the peak."

　　 After receiving the call, Wang Zibo smiled and blessed Faxiao.

　　 "Happy New Year~"

　　 Chen Hansheng said with a smile: "I wish Mr. Wang and Shishi's classmates sleep in a bed as soon as possible."

　　 "You have a lower voice."

　　 Wang Zibo hurriedly stopped ~lightnovelpub.net~ His house should be eating, and the sound of clinking glasses came from the receiver.

　　 "Your father and your father-in-law can drink it."

　　 Chen Hansheng smiled and joked.

　　 "When you get familiar with it, drink some wine and you can talk more."

　　 Speaking of wine, Wang Zibo remembered one more thing: "My mother asked me to give you the money for Moutai and Zhonghua Tobacco. She said that good brothers should also settle accounts, and can't give things like this unclear."

　　 "Aunt Lu is also really."

　　 Chen Hansheng shook his head and said: "How many eggs I ate at your house when I was young, and it's not good to talk about money for the New Year, just talk about fate."

　　 "Fate?"

　　Wang Zibo scratched his head, Xiao Chen meant that because the two were too close to each other, did they insist on not collecting money?

　　 "Yes, talk about fate."

　　Chen Hansheng nodded: "Tobacco and alcohol add up to more than 30,000 yuan, right? President Wang swipes his card or transfers?"

"I······"

　　 Wang Zibo choked, and was shaken up on New Year's Eve.

　　 At this time, everyone in the living room heard Chen Hansheng chatting with his friends, and he pretended to "accidentally" close the balcony glass door.

　　 "Stop talking."

　　 Chen Hansheng's voice was low, and he was about to hang up: "I'm on Shen Youchu's side. Now I have to call Xiao Yu'er and send a message if something happens."

　　 "You are really hard, too."

　　Wang Zibo said with emotion, the rest of the year will not be practical.

　　 "Hey~"

　　Chen Hansheng also sighed: "What can Chen Yingjun have any wickedness? I just want a bowl of water to be smooth."

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