Who calls this thing a god?

Chapter 56 Dumplings

It was so beautiful last night.

They linger from the last day of the old year to the first day of the new year.

Narrating by the bedside, looking at flowers in front of the window.

The moonlight fell on the end of the red eyes, and the tears sank into the pillow towel.

Lu Chan bit his ear and whispered, his eyes were ferocious like wild animals.

It was probably not a good word, only to see that Qiyou was red from the tips of his ears to his neck.

His eyes stared fiercely, but they were weakened by a layer of watery light.

Lu Chan kissed the little princess' forehead lightly.

I don't know where it moved, but I heard a rapid cry.

New year, new weather, they have a long time to go.

……

The next day was January [-]st, the beginning of the Gregorian year.

Different from the ancient tradition of fewer festivals and fewer days, now the Yaozu have integrated into the modern society and celebrate various historical festivals together with human beings.

They also regard New Year's Day as the beginning of the Gregorian calendar year, and the first day of the first month as the beginning of the lunar year.

With the development of the times, there seems to be no difference between the monster race and humans.

When Qiyou woke up, the curtains were still drawn in the bedroom, so that the room was groggy as if it was still night.

He rubbed his eyes and took a look at his phone.

Hey, twelve eighteen in the afternoon.

He remembered the absurd things last night, and a mushroom cloud rose in his head with a buzzing sound, blowing up his worldview completely.

He confessed to Lu...

No, Lu Chan told him...

Damn, he is with Lu Chan! ?

Qiyou was still in a daze lying on the bed, as if he had a dream, which made him unbelievable.

It took him a good 10 minutes to accept this fact.

The embarrassing period after being drunk is over, and Lu Chan is really in charge.

... It's life-threatening.

After Qiyou washed up, he walked downstairs with his waist supported and saw Lu Chan making dumplings in the kitchen.

Wearing a scarf, he deftly squeezed out chubby cabbage dumplings with white belly and green edges, lined up and put them on the curtain, they were so cute.

Seeing Qiyou, Lu Chan was slightly taken aback, and first looked at the waist he was covering, frowned and said, "I'm sorry."

With a new face in the new year, it seems that the old Phoenix is ​​finally going to be a man.

Lu Chan wiped his hands, with a slightly apologetic smile on his lips: "I didn't expect you to be able to get out of bed. I underestimated your physical strength, sorry."

Kiyo almost knelt down from the stairs.

"Hasn't Shan Hai Jing removed you yet?"

I don't know if it's because he just woke up, or because he used his voice too much last night, but his voice is still slightly hoarse, lazily captivating.

"Not yet, they are reluctant to part with me." Lu Chan stepped forward to help him sit on the sofa under his resentful eyes, "Are you hungry? Let me cook you a plate of dumplings first."

Just as Qi You looked at the crispy seaweed snacks on the coffee table, before reaching out his hand, Lu Chan took it and tore it open and handed it to him.

He bit the seaweed and said, "There's no rush...you don't need to go to the chief's house."

Shen Xuan can be regarded as his adoptive father, even if he wants to spend time with his wife on this kind of festival, but it is reasonable to visit him.

Lu Chan spread two paper towels on his legs to prevent the seaweed residue from sticking to his clothes and making it difficult to clean up.

"I went there yesterday and gave some things. I will accompany you today, and I won't go there."

What does it mean to have a daughter-in-law and forget your mother?

Isn't this a textbook answer?

Director Shen Xuan fainted from crying in the toilet.

Qi You raised the corners of his lips, and let out an oh.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Chan guessed that Qiyou's appetite should also wake up. He cooked three large plates of dumplings filled with meat and three delicacies, and the aroma was tangy and fragrant.

Each dumpling contains a whole shrimp, which is sweet and elastic.Bite down, the gravy burst between the lips and teeth, it is extremely delicious and has an endless aftertaste.

Dip in vinegar and a little minced garlic, it's so delicious that you want to swallow your tongue.

Qiyou poured a little sesame oil into the small dish and mixed it well. Three or two oil stars floated between the vinegar and minced garlic, like a little morning light.

Last night, driving a pile driver exhausted his physical strength all night. He was already hungry. In addition, Lu Chan's cooking skills were indeed excellent, which greatly soothed Qiyou's mental state.

He dipped his head in the chopsticks and started to eat.

Although there are various factors, his eating posture is still very gentle, one side of his cheek is puffed up, he chews slowly, and his mouth is tightly closed, like a chubby little hamster, which makes people want to poke.

——This person is Lu Chan.

And not only thought about it, but did it.

Qi You: "..."

He stopped chewing for a second, silently pushed away Lu Chan's hand, lowered his head and continued to eat.

It seems that nothing has changed after falling in love.

Lu Chan still liked it so much, he took a dumpling and said, "Want to eat cumin mutton?"

Kiyo looked up at him.

His eyes told him one word: "Think".

Lu Chan: "I bought new ice cream yesterday and put it in the refrigerator. You can eat it at two o'clock in the afternoon. Don't eat too much."

Qiyou's eyes: Oh.

Lu Chan: "Come spend this year's Lunar New Year with me."

Hearing this, Qiyou almost put away his plate of aged vinegar. He raised his glass with one hand to drink saliva to calm his shock, and took out a tissue with the other hand to wipe his mouth.

Waiting for the two things to be done, he raised his head and looked at Lu Chan with a dazed expression: "What?"

"Huh? I said I want you to celebrate the New Year with me."

"I fucked with you."

Lu Chan pretended to sigh: "If my wife doesn't celebrate the New Year with me, I can only tie him up on the bed on the [-]th day of the New Year's Eve, and just wait until the first day of the first month of the next day, and all our activities will be on the bed It's good to solve it. Then it's settled."

Qi You: "..."

I'll fuck your grandma's legs.

His face was a degree darker than vinegar, and he was about to take on a mushroom cloud again: "Lu Chan, your fucking face——"

"I'm sorry, the left side is shameless, and the right side is shameless." Lu Chan "confessed" to him and smiled, "So can you celebrate the New Year with me? If you refuse, we will implement plan B."

Go to your grandma's plan B.

Qiyou almost laughed angrily at him, "You're right, you want me to go back to the director's house with you to celebrate the new year?"

It would be better to stab him to death right now, with the white knife going in and the red knife coming out, hello, hello, hello everyone.

Lu Chan had indeed returned to the director's house for the New Year before, and after he was reborn from nirvana, he was brought home by the director, and he was brought up with his wife.

The director and Mrs. Shen regard him as his own son, and he also regards them as his biological parents.

But for so many years, he always felt that there was an inexplicable barrier between him and Shen Xuan, and both of them were aware of this.

But Lu Chan didn't want to break it for no reason, and Shen Xuan seemed ashamed to break it.

Therefore, compared with ordinary father and son, these two people have more respect and less intimacy.

Communication depends more on Mrs. Shen.

This kind of contradiction is like a needle hidden in the cotton, which has been peaceful for more than [-] years, but it emerges after Qi You appears.

Whether it is from observation or intuition, Qi You and Shen Xuan are old friends, and I am afraid there is still a lot of trouble. Lu Chan knows it well, and he doesn't ask. He had no private considerations.

He is just waiting.

Lu Chan took his water glass and filled it to [-]% full, and said with a disapproving smile, "You want to see your in-laws, which is of course the best thing. Let's discuss when to get the certificate, shall we?"

What certificate?Hell Relocation Certificate?

Qiyou put on a donkey face, "You must have been soaked in a pig cage in your previous life."

Lu Chan pretended to sigh: "Don't I look like a great benevolent person who saves the common people?"

He put the water glass to Qiyou's hand.

Qi You was unmoved, and said with a sneer, "The common people are so overwhelmed that they dare to trouble you to save them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he watched Lu Chan walk into the living room, opened the coffee table drawer, took out a piece of paper, and walked back.

He lowered his head and peeled off the edge of the paper, and he didn't know what it was, so he stuck it firmly between Qiyou's eyebrows.

Qi You: "..."

Lu Chan admired it for a few moments, nodded in satisfaction, and pasted the entire sheet of the kindergarten children's favorite little red flowers for him to see: "I like to talk recently, and I have made progress. Here are the little red flowers for you."

Qi You: "..."

The kid in the top class of the kindergarten wanted to kill someone.

Without saying a word, he raised his hand and was about to cast a claw to take Erfeng's life, but Lu Chan pressed him down four times, and even kissed the little red flower on his forehead with a smile and said: "Be good, kid, and if you behave well, the teacher will give you back the little flower." Post it."

Who the hell wants little flowers.

Qiyou didn't finish his meal, and he was not in the mood to argue with him, so he shook off his hand blankly and picked up chopsticks to eat dumplings again.

Lu Chan: "..." It depends on how much you want to eat.

He smiled helplessly: "So, kid, do you choose plan A or plan B?"

Plan B is to be tied up on the bed for the entire first day of the first lunar month. That is not Chinese New Year, but to send Qiyou away.

Qiyou took a bite of the dumplings with white bellies and green leaves, probably thinking of them as someone's head, chewing them vigorously: "I choose C."

"C? C is good. If you are undecided, choose C. This god has experience in the education system." Lu Chan's voice is lazy and magnetic, and it is more suitable to be a radio station than teasing people here. host.

"Let me see what plan C is—well, 'Before the New Year's Eve, work with Mr. Lu Chan to clean the house together, eat Laba porridge on Laba, eat dumplings on the New Year's Eve, spend the New Year together, and stay in bed together."...Well, very Good plan C."

Qiyou who is eating dumplings: "..."

His whole body gradually petrified and stiffened, and then shattered into pieces and hit the ground.

"I am your fairy plan C." Qiyou put down his chopsticks, slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair forearm—the delicate but not weak wrist is even covered with a circle of bruises, which is endearing.

Judging from his posture, he either wanted to become a Buddha on the spot or to slash people with a knife - he seemed to be more inclined to the latter.

Gritting his teeth word by word, Qiyou said, "I'll send you to reincarnation right now."

He has always adhered to the basic principle of not pushing if he can do it, and the only one who can anger him to this extent is probably the gorgeous old Phoenix opposite.

Before he drew the knife, Lu Chan held his wrist—just enough to cover the ambiguous bruise, and said with a smile: "Honey, the only place you can kill me is the bed. Do you want to try?"

Qi You: "..."