MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder

  Chapter 135 Qian Quan returns to school early

   After lunch, take a short rest. Parents, Uncle Ding and Aunt Lan are going to prepare fried dumplings.

  It is said to be fried dumplings, but at least two things are fried every year. Yuanzi is a must, and the other is either fruit, burnt leaves, or all.

  The method is not complicated, half a pot of oil is boiled, the flour and seasoning are prepared, the **** are kneaded, the burnt leaves are rolled into pieces, the fruit is cut into strips, directly thrown into the oil pan, and fried until golden.

  Generally speaking, Qian Quan would go into the kitchen to touch some freshly cooked dumplings when his parents were frying dumplings.

   As we all know, some foods are two different things when they are fresh out of the pan and when they are cold.

  By five o'clock in the afternoon, when the dumplings are fried, my mother will put a large plate on it and bring it to Ding Linlang's house to share, and we will make dumplings together.

   In the dumpling-making session, Qian Quan and Ding Linlang usually participate.

   It's just that Qian Quan has wrapped so many times, but he still can't knead the dumplings into an orderly lace.

  He learned how to make dumplings with Ding Linlang, and Ding Linlang learned it in one go.

   Spread out the dumpling wrapper, put it like dumpling filling, pinch it along the way, and it's done.

  Qian Quan will know it at first sight, and it will be useless as soon as it is packaged.

  Even if she is in sync with Ding Linlang, the final dumpling will be a little crooked.

   "Shitou, just close the dumpling wrappers and squeeze them together." Aunt Lan pointed out.

   "That's too simple, I need to learn how to knead lace." Qian Quan said.

  Aunt Lan smiled and said no more.

   "Make two dumplings with coins this year, let's see who can eat them." Uncle Ding said with a smile.

   It is also a small tradition to wrap coins in dumplings for auspiciousness.

   "Let's watch the Spring Festival Gala together this year." Ding Linlang suddenly suggested.

   "Sure." Qian Quan agreed.

  Although the annual Spring Festival Gala has become an annual gathering of netizens complaining about it, in the memories of Qian Quan and Ding Linlang, the Spring Festival Gala before was all warm memories of family togetherness.

  Especially Qian Quan, he and his parents hardly missed any Spring Festival Gala from the time he remembered to the third year of high school.

  When I was young, I watched while eating melon seeds, and when I was older, I watched while playing cards.

  Dad likes to discuss with Qian Quan the meaning of Spring Festival Gala program setting and stage layout.

  My mother started to feel drowsy when she saw it was nine o'clock, and then told the father and son, "Wait for Zhao Benshan to come out and call me", and then fell asleep on the sofa.

   It seems that half of the memories of the Spring Festival Gala in the early years are related to Uncle Benshan.

  Further ahead is Teacher Zhao Lirong.

  Er Zhao's dominance in the Spring Festival Gala sketch world is still unmatched by anyone, a true T0 level.

  The popular stalks derived from their works are still circulating.

   That grand occasion no longer exists today.

  Maybe it has something to do with the rise of the Internet. In the past, the language programs of the Spring Festival Gala created hot spots, and now the language programs summarize the hot spots on the Internet for a year.

   Not important.

  The key is not whether the show is good or bad, but who you watch it with.

   After all, this is the first New Year's Eve after Ding Linlang and Qian Quan confirmed their relationship.

   It can be said that tonight is their real New Year's Eve.

   "Then let's watch it together, it happens that the four of us play a few rounds of mahjong together." Ye Yunlan said.

"Can."

   At 7:30 in the evening, the dumplings are put into the pot.

  Aunt Lan prepared dipping sauce and two cold dishes.

   "Confirmed, it's not a memory filter, the dumplings at home are indeed better than those outside."

  Qian Quan took a bite of the dumpling with the belt stuffing, and his mouth was full of fragrance. The authentic taste was far beyond the comparison of the dumplings he ate when he was studying in Zhonghai.

   Moreover, eating dumplings at home will only make you feel full and won’t cause stomach acid.

   "It took so long for the store to make so many dumplings, the business can't go on." Yang Yuhua said.

"Um."

   The dumplings are half eaten, and it's eight o'clock.

  The Spring Festival Gala has officially started.

  The opening was still a lively singing and dancing show, followed by various celebrities showing their faces.

  In order to arrange all these stars into the Spring Festival Gala, the opening skewer session can be described as a great initiative.

  Everyone showed their faces, and they were officially on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

   "Are there any appearance fees for these celebrities on the Spring Festival Gala?" Ye Yunlan asked.

   "It can be ignored, after all, there are so many people who want to spend money but can't get on." Qian Quan said.

   "Putting a reputation in front of the people of the whole country is equivalent to being gilded, and earning it back elsewhere."

   "Now everyone's living standards have improved so much, but people's sense of happiness has not improved at the same time. These celebrities should bear some responsibility." Qian Wenlin said.

"How to say?"

  “Our family’s annual income has increased by 10 times compared to before, which is reasonable, but looking online, our annual income multiplied by 10 is less than a person’s daily income.”

"Yes, the magnitude of the gap between the rich and the poor is also doubling, and the other thing is jealousy..." Ding Li said, "For example, if I earn 1 million, I am 10 points happy. I heard that my neighbor's family also made 1 million, 10 points." Immediately change to 5 points.

   "Then I heard that a friend made 2 million, and 5 points became 0 points, or even negative points, and I started to get irritable."

   "That's why we need to learn to resolve ourselves." Qian Wenlin practiced Jinggong, and his state of mind and vision have long been different. "No matter what you see or hear, you should seek peace of mind, have joy, continue to be happy, and don't be disturbed by anything."

   "Easier said than done." Ding Li sighed.

   Chatted and finished eating dumplings.

  The four adults set up a table to play mahjong.

  Qian Quan and Ding Linlangwo watched the Spring Festival Gala while eating snacks on the sofa.

  Now they don't have to deliberately avoid the adults, they just lean together, and after a while, when the adults are not paying attention, they kiss each other on the forehead and face, and then have fun together.

   Time flies by.

   Soon it was 11:50.

   "Stone, you go home and set off the cannon." Qian Wenlin reminded.

  On New Year’s Eve, after zero o’clock, setting off firecrackers to start the stove should be a national New Year’s tradition.

   "Okay." Qian Quan got up.

   "I'll go with you." Ding Linlang also stood up.

   "Give it to our family first." Ding Li stared at the mahjong and said, "The biggest one."

"Um."

   "Be careful." Yang Yuhua reminded.

"Um."

  Qian Quan and Ding Linlang took out firecrackers and set them off at the door first.

   Then I went back to my home, the time was exactly 11:59.

  Qian Quan pulled the firecrackers, waited until midnight, and lit them.

   Around the same time.

  The whole Guangming Town suddenly crackled together.

  The sound of firecrackers, bursts of fireworks.

  Qian Quan walked up to Ding Linlang, and kissed her amidst the noise of the whole world.

   Kissed for almost a minute, then parted.

"Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

   "My parents' mahjong will not be over for a while. Let's watch the rest at my house." Qian Quan looked at Ding Linlang with deep eyes.

  Ding Linlang realized what he meant, and said in a low voice, "Go back to my house..."

  Qian Quan was silent, holding Ding Linlang's hand slightly, and staring at her closely.

  Ding Linlang looked a little guilty and avoided his gaze.

  Both hearts were pounding.

  Qian Quan was about to lead her into the house when he heard his parents' voices.

   "Uncle and aunt are back." Ding Linlang said.

  Qian Quan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed, and said, "I'll take you back."

  Ding Linlang also nodded with a smile.

  …

  The next day, New Year's Day.

  Early in the morning, Qian Quan received many New Year greeting text messages.

  Do not mention those who send in groups.

  Lin Xiaohuang posted a video of her daughter Qinqin, in which the little girl said childishly, "Uncle, Happy New Year!"

  Qian Quan replied: "Xiao Qinqin, Happy New Year."

   Then Zhao Baiyu also sent a Happy New Year message.

  The others are high school and university classmates.

  Qian Quan replied one by one, and at the same time sent a message of New Year greetings to several teachers.

   After the information is sent, go to the group to grab and distribute red envelopes.

  At this moment, someone from the school basketball team sent a message to all of Aite:

   "Happy New Year, everyone. By the way, I would like to say something to everyone. The qualifiers are scheduled. Our first match is March 1 against Jiaotong University."

   "So, do you want to go back to training early?"

   "Based on everyone's time, if it is convenient, you can return to school for training a few days in advance."

"good."

"clear."

"receive."

   "OK."

  …

   Qian Quan saw that everyone had replied, and also replied: "Okay."

  (end of this chapter)