Zheng Jiayi chatted with the same group of people who came to Silicon Valley for a while, and it took about ten minutes before leaving the small circle.

Among the people who came to Silicon Valley at the same time, she is the most eye-catching now. She often contacts senior executives of the company and often hosts press conferences, so she is there and enjoys the treatment of the stars celebrating the moon.

Many girls like this treatment, but this is what she dislikes the most.

She wanted to find Feng Yiping and say a few auspicious words, but now these foreigners who have food in their stomachs are having fun. Upstairs and downstairs, inside and outside the house, were distributed everywhere, and the living room turned into a small dance hall. Many people were there, hugging one with affectionate feelings and dancing. She saw Peppa from Google inside.

But there is no Feng Yiping.

After passing through the crowds of people who were holding a glass of wine and chatting with the people around her. She found the backyard from the front yard, but still couldn't see Feng Yiping. Where was he going? Isn't he the master?

Could it be?

She returned to the house and looked at the rooms upstairs that were closed tightly. This would seem like ambiguous. Could it be?

For example, the girl wearing a blue skirt just now could see clearly. As long as Feng Yiping was willing, he would be happy to go back to his room with him if he was willing to hook his fingers.

However, Yiping probably won’t?

But, the man drank some wine again, and Jingping was not here, who knows?

She glanced upstairs again, and suddenly her eyes tightened. The girl in blue skirt, no, sister, just stepped out of a room, hum, man! She immediately wanted to throw the wine glass on.

Wait, why did that elder sister open the door next door again?

She looked at Mayer in confusion and knocked on the door of another room as soon as she came out of one room, but as soon as she opened it, she quickly closed it with a smile, looking at her mouth, as if she said sorry a few times.

She is also looking for someone? Oh, of course she is looking for him.

Sure enough, she saw that the elder sister opened all the rooms upstairs, and then stood in the corridor on the second floor and looked down, and it was indeed looking for him!

Because the tall male companion she brought was sitting on a chair with an ugly face, drinking sips after sip.

Feng Yiping, where did you go?

At around 8 o'clock, Feng Yiping greeted Mike and secretly followed Irving to Los Gatus. He was sitting on the ground in the living room, staring at Vincent.

In the kitchen, Ma Ling was heating the dishes in the food boxes brought by Feng Yiping. It was loud, but the living room was very quiet. The two men sitting on the ground were like sculptures, motionless.

Feng Yiping saw that his son was about to burst into tears, and thought to himself that this little guy still had such a strong desire to win and lose. He pretended to be unable to help it. After closing his eyes, Vincent immediately jumped up, "Wow, I won again!"

"Mom, I won again!"

"Okay OK, stop playing," Maling brought the roast duck from the microwave, "ready to eat,"

She didn't go to the party there tonight. Although she really wanted to go there to see it, she finally chose to stay at home with her son.

As for taking Vincent with him, he didn't even think about it. The little guy called Dad in front of so many people there, and he probably fell all his eyes.

But, would you tell him that you can’t call him dad when there are many people? That would probably make the little guy confused.

"It's New Year!" Feng Yiping picked up his son, "Tell me, 'It's New Year'"

"Ah...even," Vincent looked curious.

"Yes, New Year's Eve is the most important festival in China, equivalent to Christmas in the United States,"

Feng Yiping put his son on his chair, "That night, the whole family will get together, lively and have a happy reunion dinner."

"In the future, Dad will definitely take you to China for a while on New Year's Eve,"

The little guy didn't feel anything about what he said. He held a fork and pointed at the duck on the table, "I want it,"

This is also a foodie.

Feng Yiping rolled him a roll with dough, "This one should be eaten like this,"

Vincent took a bite with some curiosity, and it looked pretty good. Then, he threw his father aside and focused on dealing with the duck roll.

Ma Ling raised his wine glass, "Happy New Year!"

This is said in Chinese, and it is considered to be a straightforward word.

"Thank you, the Year of the Monkey is auspicious," Feng Yiping touched her.

"Monkey? That's that?" Ma Ling gestured on her face, and she also took Vincent to Chinatown for a tour.

“Yes, next year will be the Year of the Monkey,”

"China is really interesting," said Ma Ling.

This is also one of the few traditions we have retained.

But even this is the case, more and more young people do not know their zodiac sign, or they do not know what year the next year will be.

“According to Chinese tradition, what should I do this day?”

What to do? It seems that later it was simplified until the family gathered around the table to have a meal, looked at the Spring Festival Gala and laughed or cursed a few times.

"There are many things to do. Our domestic customs vary from place to place. For example, we actually celebrate the New Year in the morning."

"There are also some customs that are common across the country, that is, you should post Spring Festival couplets and New Year pictures on the door this day."

But later, especially the people in the city, seemed too lazy to do these things.

"The most important thing is that firecrackers will be set off from morning to night."

Many people want to do this, but more and more places are not allowed to do it.

"After eating this evening, we must stay up to the New Year."

Few families in the countryside can do this. As for the New Year’s Eve dinner in the city, many people will probably go to famous local temples to compete for the incense sticks of heads, or rush to ring the first bell of the New Year.

"Oh yes, elders also have to pay New Year's money to juniors,"

"New Year's money?"

“It’s equivalent to a Christmas morning gift here,”

"I want a gift," Vincent waved his hand.

This guy really knows how to focus on the key points.

"There are gifts, Vincent, today is a festival. We don't drink milk, can we drink some drinks?"

The little guy looked at the drinks on the table and was immediately excited.

Ma Ling smiled and handed it to Vincent with a small glass of orange juice, "Wait," but he picked up the dv on the side.

"Okay, drink now,"

Vincent wanted to get anything else, so he picked it up and took a sip. In an instant, the little face that he had been happy and expecting suddenly wrinkled into a ball. The expression was really a clever actor who could not perform it.

Her unscrupulous mother recorded this scene in full, and at this time she was laughing "Haha" very much, "Is it delicious?"

Vincent pushed the glass of orange juice away from him, "I want milk,"

If you say, when a child is young, it is definitely a small toy for many parents. They are used as dumbbells, and they are all kinds of lifting and throwing them away. The little guy laughs or cries happily or fearfully. Sometimes parents laugh so hard that tears come out.

Most parents may have done this, either taking orange juice and other drinks that are not sweet, so that the little one can taste it, and then smile unscrupulously to appreciate the child's expression.

Feng Yiping took a glass of water to his son. This is really interesting. I'll try another drink next time?

There is also Amanda, who can also let her taste drinks other than water and milk.

However, at least for Vincent, Feng Yiping's plan was lost. I don't know who he followed. He was timid in other aspects, but he was definitely very exploratory in terms of food and drink.

After a while, he looked at the glass of orange juice that was placed beside him, and he looked a little eager. He actually took a sip again. Although his face was still wrinkled, his lips were rolled up, and his teeth pressed against his teeth, this time he seemed to have some aftertaste.

When I drank it later, I just "hissed", but I already looked like I like it.

Feng Yiping remembered that when he was a child, he seemed to like eating green-skinned oranges, but the more sour he liked it, it seemed that this kid was completely following him at this point.

This night, my son's attempts and performances were really more exciting than the Spring Festival Gala.

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In the capital, in a courtyard, there are big red lanterns hanging under the corridor, and the pillars are covered with big "Fu" characters.

The staff were busy cleaning the broken balloons on the ground. Firecrackers could not be set, so they could only put some balloons on the ground for everyone to step on.

The old man, who was very lively and gray in the main room, sat on the sofa that looked a little old, and accepted the New Year's greetings from their younger generations.

After the fourth brother of father and aunt and uncle-in-law, it was their turn, the younger generation, and the cousins ​​brought all the children over and surrounded the old man.

Xiang Xiaofang looked at the lively and wealthy scene in front of her, and somehow she thought of Feng Yiping who was far away in the United States.

Until someone poked her on the back, she saw that it was her mother, "Xiaofang, come here,"

It turned out that the old man was calling her. (To be continued.)

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Chapter completed!