What does he want to get?

Or maybe I just want to catch a qigong master to prevent any incidents in the future! But the problem is that I am not a qigong master at all...

One night passed, on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Anyang sealed a red envelope for the little kids of his nephews. In the morning, he ate dumplings with coins and started to go out for a walk with An Guoshu, Xie Yunqing and the An family. When he met someone who had a relationship with him, he had to go up to say hello.

It's the most tiring thing about holidays...

He is almost twenty-four years old, and he should have children at this age in the countryside, but he doesn't even have a girlfriend. So, Opasan is eager to ask about his situation, but in fact he wants to get the red envelope of the introducer...

In the afternoon, the second aunt in Anyang also came back. Anyang and Anyou were bored and roasting sweet potatoes in the kitchen. Of course, he was cooking. Anyou saw him cooking, and by the way, he complained that he had burned the sweet potatoes.

Not long after, Zhou Yilian also joined in the fun, picked the largest one and threw it into the stove.

Anyang looked awkward: "Is this too big?"

Zhou Yilian smiled and waved her hand: "No, no, I didn't have lunch this afternoon, I'll finish it."

Anyang picked out the sweet potato again: "No, it's too big. If it's scorched outside, it can't be roasted inside. Go and change to a small one, which looks better."

"oh."

Zhou Yilian went to pick sweet potatoes, and An You glanced at the sweet potatoes on the ground: "What should I do if this one is thrown away?"

Anyang said: "Feed the pig."

An You curled his lips and said nothing.

Sweet potatoes are treasures in the city, and roasted sweet potatoes cost several pounds per pound, but they are really grass in the countryside. No matter how much money is, many people simply use them to feed pigs.

At night, Anyang slept alone in a room. Xiaoqian naturally wanted to serve him, but she could only sleep with him, for fear of being discovered and dared not make any noise.

Anyang was unwilling to accept this, and his hands were not honest. He kept touching Xiaoqian, which caused her to protest, but she did not dare to resist.

"Stop making trouble... How do you explain if you are found out later?"

"Don't...don't touch...uh..."

After a long time, the lips parted and a crystal silk thread was pulled out.

Xiaoqian's breathing was also a little rapid, and she felt one hand constantly kneading her clothes.

"Don't...don't be here."

An Yang understood what she meant, but the doomsday world is now during the day, and he had no choice but to suddenly lit up his eyes and reached into Xiaoqian's ear and whispered.

Xiaoqian's face suddenly turned red. After hesitating for a long time, she bent down gently, tried it, and began to suck.

Anyang narrowed his eyes so comfortably.

After a long time, Xiaoqian looked around for the trash can with something in her mouth, and finally spit out the things in her mouth. She grabbed a bottle of water and rinsed her mouth. Only then did she feel better.

Facing her resentful gaze, Anyang waved his hand, and she obediently climbed onto the bed and lay in his arms, quiet and peaceful.

With a bang, the lights turned off.

In the third year of junior high school, Anyang returned to Jinguan City on the grounds of work.

But Xiaoqian is asked to huddle in the beads all day long. He really feels uncomfortable. He wants to spend a good New Year with her.

He bought dumpling skins, leeks, meat and so on. Xiaoqian was extremely virtuous to prepare the fillings. The two sat on the dining table and started making dumplings. In the evening, Xiaoqian went to the kitchen to stir-fry a few side dishes.

Although she is not very used to modern seasonings, the taste is still very good. After all, it was so amazing that women in ancient times could not embroider and cook...
Chapter completed!