St. of the Southern Hemisphere. Birth. Just after the festival, the northern hemisphere ushered in the Spring Festival.

Year after year, the land of China will always celebrate this festival in an extremely luxurious and grand way, especially on the evening of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the reunion dinner that symbolizes happiness.

A big family like Lu Zilian, in the words of the ancients, is the rich party, the right. Lean. Toward. Wild, prosperity is inevitable.

At this time, they were a big family, and they were doing it at the dinner table to give New Year's greetings to the old man of Taishan Beidou.

"Happy New Year, Dad......"

"Happy New Year, Grandpa......"

"Happy New Year, Grandpa......"

"Happy New Year, Uncle......"

The overlapping voices of New Year's greetings, one after another, wave after wave, the festive and peaceful atmosphere indicates that the Lu family will welcome a new atmosphere in the new year.

Lu Zi relied on pretending to be in an anxious mood, and like other peers, he finished greeting the elders in the family with great interest, and sat back in his place, eating absentmindedly.

The table was full of delicacies from the mountains and seas, delicacies, but he ate tastelessly, and he didn't have any intention to enjoy them.

Because every year today, he will make an agreement with Shen Jiani to count down the New Year's Eve together.

Looking at the time, there were less than fifteen minutes until twelve o'clock, and Lu Ziyi wanted to leave the dinner table but didn't dare.

The first family rule of the Lu family is that "the elders are at the dinner table, and the younger generations can't leave the table first".

Even if Lu Zi leaned on Shen Jiani, who was alone outside, he had to stay with him until the elders left, and their juniors could move freely.

Eating the food that his mother was sandwiching in the bowl, but he didn't know what he was eating and swallowed it in his stomach, a pair of slanted eyes, always looking at his grandfather who was sitting in the main seat, saw him get up from the chair and walked upstairs, he secretly left the dining table, and returned to the room in three steps and two steps.

Shen Jiani, who is in a foreign land, has never been a saint. Birth. The custom of the festival still retains the custom of keeping the New Year on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

She sat on the cot, eating a bucket of noodles and looking at the spring. Evening, waiting for the bell to strike twelve.

"You have a new email, please check it."

Shen Jiani's voice came from the notebook, she exited the video interface, opened the email, and saw the other party asking, "Xiao Nizi, have you eaten?" She took a bite of the noodles with a light smile and replied, "I'm eating!" ”

made an agreement between Shen Jiani and the eldest brother she had known for many years that they would keep the New Year together tonight every year, and pray for the people in their hearts who could not see or get it.

"What did you eat?" Lu Zi asked Shen Jiani by talking nonsense, in fact, he knew in his heart that Xiao Nizi would not cook anything except for eating bread, biscuits, instant noodles, and simple foods like egg fried rice.

"Instant noodles." Shen Jiani took a bite of noodles and drank the last mouthful of soup before she touched her stomach with satisfaction and typed into the computer.

"I still eat noodles in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, why don't I eat dumplings." Lu Zi relied on Shen Jiani like this, if he could, he really wanted to make dumplings for her, and he also wanted her to eat all the world's food, which is the real reason why he joined the cooking club.

"Trouble." Looking at the dumplings on the screen, Shen Jiani's expression became dim, in fact, she has never eaten dumplings since she came here, and she also wants to eat dumplings at this moment, but that thing is too cumbersome, not only to add water, but also to add noodles, and to be together, how do she do it by rolling the skin and making the filling.