MMB Chapter 467 I cook, but my wife can't eat it! (please order all!!!)
Chapter 467 I cook, but my wife can't eat it! (please order all!!!)
New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.
In order to prevent fires in the urban area, it is strictly forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers.
But China Resources Palace is a wealthy area after all.
The people who live here are all rich or expensive.
So there are many people who dare to set off fireworks.
At that time, not long after it got dark, a bunch of bright fireworks exploded in the air.
Dazzling light, splashing fire.
Coupled with the resounding sound of firecrackers and the iconic opening music of the Spring Festival Gala.
Everything came together to kick off the New Year's curtain.
"Yuwei, wrap the rest of the dumplings, put them in the kitchen, and cook the dumplings later."
"Huang Qi, clean up the table and put the leftovers at noon in the trash can."
"Han Rou, go to the utility room on the second floor and get a thousand-ring firecracker and put it outside the door."
"Yin Fu Po, go to the entrance hall and set up an incense table and put the incense burner on it."
The four girls at that time were standing in the living room wearing fiery red Tang suits.
Just like a girl who can be called at any time.
Well-behaved and innocent type, sweet and lovely type, charming and lovely type, high-cold royal sister type.
Lined up, Yingying Yanyan.
Chu Yuwei, Huang Qi and Han Rou were wearing Tang suits with plum blossom buttons that they had chosen.
The fiery red color sets off the tender skin, showing a full girlish feeling in the softness.
And Yin Shuya insisted on following the trend, so she borrowed one of Jiang Zhou's three pieces.
Anyway, this barren Tang suit is designed exactly the same for both men and women.
Except that one button is a plum blossom and the other is a firecracker, there is no gender distinction.
This kind of design, let alone male and female, is basically the same style if you don't look closely.
And, while the silhouettes of these clothes aren't refined, neither are the designs.
But these girls have good looks and perfect bodies, but the clothes they lining are also much better.
So the matter of dressing is really rewarding.
Jiang Zhou watched happily for a long time, and his heart moved slightly.
Why don't you give them a maid name?
It doesn't have to be too complicated.
Just spring, summer, autumn, winter.
"Brother, let us do all the work, what about you, what are you doing?"
Jiang Zhou sat down on the sofa, "I have to work hard and watch the Spring Festival Gala."
Yin Fupo looked at him through gritted teeth: "Bitch."
"Huh? Eat my food and drink mine, and even scold me."
"I'm your gold lord, and you actually treated me as your maidservant. If you knew I would stay in Hongye Mansion, at least I was being served, not someone else."
Jiang Zhou couldn't help turning his head and grabbed the back of the sofa: "If I said that it's your turn to watch the Spring Festival Gala in a while, and I'm going to cook for you in the kitchen, would you still think so?"
Yin Shuya bit her lower lip when she heard the sound, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "You're right, I'll set up the incense burner."
"I...I'm going to get firecrackers."
Da da da--
Four girls in red jackets embroidered with gold thread began to go in and out of the door.
The jubilant and lively atmosphere of the Spring Festival began to ripple all over the house.
Especially after the aroma of burning incense is diffused.
Several people in the house instantly felt a kind of festive atmosphere of peace and joy.
During this process, the mobile phones in the girls' pockets began to ring one after another.
Caller ID is basically parents.
Or just say hello to how your days are going.
Or to find out when they will come back after the Spring Festival.
The only one who didn't get the call was Jiang Zhou.
Because since having the younger sister Han Rou, my mother's concern for him has been passed along.
It's like I picked it up, who is going to make sense?
"Dad, Jiang Zhou is watching the Spring Festival Gala, and I'm making dumplings?"
"Oh, okay, then I'll tell him."
Chu Yuwei held up the phone and looked towards the living room: "Jiang Zhou, my dad said that if you bully me again, I will screw your head off."
Jiang Zhou raised his eyelids slightly: "Tell Uncle Chu that someone gave me two bottles of Feitian yesterday."
"What is Feitian?"
"That's it."
Chu Yuwei snorted and relayed the words to Chu Xiong.
Unexpectedly, the opposite party immediately became uncharacteristically, and told Jiang Zhou to take good care of his body and not be too tired.
"Jiang Zhou, my dad said you are a good son-in-law, the kind that is hard to find in the world."
"The dog is holding Uncle Chu, it's such a grass on the wall that there is no wind."
Jiang Zhou complained, and his eyes fell on the TV again.
This year, Uncle Zhao, the king of sketches, withdrew from the Spring Festival Gala for some reason.
Language programs have since lost one of the biggest pillars.
However, Deyun Club presented two programs in the same year.
One is "It's not my fault" by Cao Jin.
One is "The Prodigal Son" by Lao Guo and Brother Qian.
But as one of the most serious evenings in China
Those dirty jokes from Deyun Society are definitely not usable.
So I deleted the meaty ones and replaced them with plain ones, and the laughter and burden were obviously greatly reduced.
Jiang Zhou felt a little bored, so he reached out and took out his phone.
At that time, the New Year's greetings text messages he received on his mobile phone were almost full.
Partners, company subordinates, school classmates.
One text after another buzzed.
However, these New Year's greeting messages are basically sent in groups.
The words are gorgeous, but the sincerity is not at all.
Those who forwarded it most likely didn't actually read the content of the text messages.
The most outrageous thing is that there are people who wish him to find a good husband.
I'm looking for your sister's wishful husband, and I don't like fencing!
Jiang Zhou scolded and opened all the text messages.
Everyone's blessings have almost arrived, only Feng Daimeng and Xiao Naner are missing.
These two girls, it is estimated that they will contact themselves at the moment of the New Year's Eve in the early morning.
Just thinking about it, Jiang Zhou suddenly realized that someone had called in.
Caller ID Guo Wei.
"Fuck away!"
"Brother Jiang, Yang Xin and I... went out to stay in a hotel."
"Huh? I mean, didn't you break up a few days ago? You're progressing a little faster, brother."
There was some bitterness in Guo Wei's tone: "I made it clear at her house. Actually, it's not that Yang Xin is tired of me, it's that her family doesn't like me."
Jiang Zhou frowned slightly: "Why?"
"6 may be because my family is relatively poor."
"Is Sister Yang's family very rich?"
"Her family is rural and not rich, but that's how she wanted to find a rich one."
"So that's the case, what do you decide to do?"
Guo Wei was silent on the opposite side of the phone for a long time: "I chatted with her and he made up his mind. No matter who stops him in the future, he will stay with me."
Jiang Zhou's eyebrows couldn't help but twitch: "So you just took someone to the hotel?"
"hey-hey."
"Congratulations, hang up first, I will forward a fun text message to you."
Jiang Zhou hung up the phone and opened his mother's MMS page.
Then I wrote the article "Don't see blood in the past few days during the Chinese New Year, or you will lose money every year! ] The article was forwarded to Guo Wei.
Half a minute later, Guo Wei's phone rang again.
The two began to abuse each other, calling each other animals.