There are fewer people on the pedestrian street.

It’s New Year’s Eve, and many people have chosen to go home to celebrate the New Year.

Brother and sister Qiao Yan are no exception. Yesterday, Qiao Yan told Zhang Qingyun that she was going home to celebrate the New Year.

The brother and sister both left the magic city, and Pangpang was naturally sent to the Taoist temple.

"Beast, you can't eat that..."

Recently, Qiao Yan saw that Pangpang was too fat, so she planned to put him on a diet to lose weight.

I don’t know if it’s a sequelae of dieting, but Pangpang’s eyes turn green when he sees food. Zhang Qingyun prepared New Year’s goods, including two fish, which were pickled with salt.

Pangpang climbed up along the pillar skillfully, grabbed one of the fish with his front paws and directly opened his mouth.

Zhang Qingyun had quick eyes and quick hands, and grabbed the back of Fatty's neck: "Idiot, that one will kill you..."

Two fishes were pickled with a pound of salt. These two fishes were saltier than salt.

Even if you can't die after eating one bite, you also have to drink a lot of water: "Be honest, it will be ready for the New Year's Eve dinner later..."

After washing his hands and offering incense to Patriarch Lie, Zhang Qingyun went to the kitchen to work. Naturally, he did not forget to take Pangpang with him and locked him in the kitchen, fearing that he would miss the two salted fishes.

"Bang..."

Zhang Qingyun had washed the plates and prepared them for serving dishes. Pangpang climbed up on the table, but his fat body fell down and the plates fell to the ground.

Zhang Qingyun resisted the urge to beat Pangpang violently: "Broken peace... broken peace..."

"asshole!"

Before the two lion heads could even be put into the pot, Pangpang actually took out the bowl and played with it as a ball: "My favorite lion head... you beast, I won't have your share of the New Year's Eve dinner."

Pangpang is just an ordinary pet cat, not smart enough to understand what Zhang Qingyun said.

Zhang Qingyun roared, and Pangpang ran to the side and licked his paws with disdain on his face.

"You are awesome, you are the master..."

Zhang Qingyun simply locked Pangpang into the utility room, and then he could cook with peace of mind, ignoring the ping-pong in the utility room: "It's all debris, it's all debris...no need for it."

Zhang Qingyun comforted himself like this.

"Now the Chinese New Year is becoming more and more boring..."

I remember that when the master was still here, every Chinese New Year would come more than a month in advance, and he would be excited and looking forward to the coming of the New Year.

Now...

Firecrackers are not allowed to be set off, and fireworks are not allowed to be set off.

Apart from the bright lights, there is no sound of firecrackers in this magical city.

"That's good. At least in a few days, the Taoist temple will be much cleaner."

On the floors on both sides of the Taoist temple, only a few have lights on.

This is a rental house, and when migrant workers come home to celebrate the New Year, the place becomes quiet.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Zhang Qingyun stood in front of the shrine door.

Holding two talismans in his hand, he planned to use the exploding talisman as firecrackers: "At least there is a sound in the yard. As the saying goes, one firecracker goes off, and there is ten thousand taels of gold."

"Bang..."

The explosion talisman was deafening, and the sensor lights at the stairwells and corridors on both sides of the floor lit up, making it a little more lively.

There was no second one. There was a patrol car outside the door, the patrol car that specially catches firecrackers and fireworks.

It would be bad if it causes misunderstanding.

How will you explain it then?

I didn't set off firecrackers?

But how did it ring?

Pangpang had a full belly of New Year's Eve dinner and lay down next to Zhang Qingyun, purring constantly.

Taking out the futon, Zhang Qingyun began to practice.

When I opened my eyes, it was already morning.

Habitually going to clean with a broom, Zhang Qingyun looked at the yard with almost no garbage and was slightly startled. He looked up at the floors where there were frequent battles. It seemed that the lights had not been turned on in the past few days.

"It doesn't matter whether you are a poor person or a poor person. You should also take a rest and accumulate some life essence."

After washing my hands, I went to the shrine and offered incense to the ancestors.

After washing and arranging his few strands of beard, which were seven to eight centimeters long, Zhang Qingyun went to the kitchen with satisfaction and started cooking dumplings.

While dumplings were cooking on the stove, Zhang Qingyun went to open the door of the Taoist temple again.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw Qiao Yan standing in front of the door looking pretty: "Have you cooked the dumplings?"

Zhang Qingyun was stunned: "It's cooked..."

"Hey, the company is very busy and I have to come back..."

Qiao Yan entered the Taoist temple and said as she walked: "I'm starving to death...ah, Fatty, why are you so fat again?"

In just a few days, Pangpang has turned into a ball of flesh again.

Zhang Qingyun laughed dryly and went to the kitchen to take out the dumplings. Qiao Yan ate them without any image.

After eating the dumplings, she didn't even bother to send her luggage back to her apartment. Qiao Yan had to go back to the company.

"Hey...are these Spring Festival couplets written by you yourself?"

Spring couplets are all cliché, but calligraphy is quite skillful.

Zhang Qingyun smiled proudly: "Of course..."

It's a waste of money to buy them from outside. He has practiced calligraphy since he was a child and writes Spring Festival couplets by himself.

I thought Qiao Yan would comment a few words, but she didn't expect that after asking this question, Qiao Yan left: "Today is the first day of the Chinese New Year. My brother is not back. Let's have dinner together tonight..."

...

At night, Qiao Yan came back very tired.

"There is a Western restaurant nearby, let's go eat Western food..."

Western food?

Zhang Qingyun originally thought that it would be better to go to an ordinary restaurant.

Not to mention that he has eaten Western food, he has never seen it before: "How about we just find a restaurant and make do..."

Qiao Yan did not insist on Western food and chose an ordinary restaurant.

It's not far from the pedestrian street, it only takes ten minutes to walk.

"Drink?"

Qiao Yan seemed to be in great spirits.

Zhang Qingyun shook his head. He had never drank alcohol before: "Never..."

As if she had seen a rare treasure, Qiao Yan stared at Zhang Qingyun for a long time: "You are so pitiful... You are just a bastard. The more you drink, the younger you become... Boss, give me a bottle of white wine..."

Zhang Qingyun smiled bitterly, Qiao Yan was drunk last time, which made him have a bad impression of women.

Women also stink when they are drunk.

Shaking his head, Zhang Qingyun had never drunk alcohol, and he didn't know how to drink.

Especially now, after embarking on spiritual practice...

"It's so boring..."

Qiao Yan was a little disappointed.

"Don't worry, the difficulty will soon pass, and you will soon be in good hands..."

Originally, I was only going to eat today and not earn any merit.

Qiao Yan obviously had a lot of thoughts, otherwise she wouldn't have returned to Shanghai on the first day of the new year and worked for a day.

"Then it's even more worthy of celebration..."

At some point, Qiao Yan was convinced by Zhang Qingyun's words.

Zhang Qingyun still shook his head.

"Beauty, it's better not to embarrass your Taoist brother. Monks can't break the precepts... How about your brother Long drink with you? Brother Long is a serious man and doesn't have to abide by the rules and regulations."

At the table next to them, there were several bald men with fierce looks. Their winter clothes covered their tattoos, but they couldn't hide their scoundrel looks.

In today's society, there is an imbalance between men and women. Women, especially beautiful women, will always have countless men paying attention.

Forget about this kind of verbal teasing, I saw in the news some time ago that a man actually teased his wife in front of her husband. After being stopped, he became so angry that he even beat her...

Qiao Yan frowned. She wanted to go to a Western restaurant because the atmosphere and safety of a Western restaurant were not comparable to this kind of local restaurant. He and his brother had eaten at a local restaurant before. When he first came to the city, he met Xiao
To be continued...