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Chapter 763 Thanksgiving

On Thanksgiving morning, Huang Jingping was awakened by Amanda in pajamas, "Mom, mom, get up quickly."

"Yeah," she looked at the alarm clock at the bedside, and tsk, it was only six o'clock!

Feng Yiping is not around, and she has an extra benefit, which is to sleep in the morning, not have to get up at six o'clock, or accompany him for "morning fortune".

"Baby, sleep with mom for a while," today is a grand festival for the American people, but for her, it's just a day to have a turkey meal.

Besides, Feng Yiping is not here on such days, so it is really difficult for her to create a festive atmosphere at home.

Amanda, who was forced to go to bed by her, was impatient at all, "No, I want to see the big balloon,"

"Mom, let's watch the big balloons with me,"

"Okay OK," she went to the living room on the first floor in her pajamas and hugged Amanda. She turned on the TV with sleepy eyes and changed several stations. She happened to see a yellow balloon with the words "macy's" walking away from the sky. The biggest Thanksgiving parade in the United States, Macy's Thanksgiving parade, has begun.

"Squirrel," Amanda shouted at the big balloon flying in the sky on TV. It was the live treasure squirrel who had been chasing pine cones in "Ice Age".

Just like the big wolf in the popular "Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf" in China, who was catching sheep but never ate the sheep. Even in such a parade, this little guy was chasing its pine cones miserably.

The big pine cone is just a few meters in front of it. It looks very close, but it is still out of reach.

Huang Jingping couldn't help but wonder, what was he doing at this time?

The biggest annual parade in New York on TV was her best lullaby. She looked at her daughter sitting on the carpet and the Labrador Retriever who was faithfully lying beside her daughter, yawned one by one, and soon fell asleep again.

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Ma Ling woke up at six o'clock in the morning that day. This was a habit she had always maintained since she was with Feng Yiping, as if no matter where he was, she always had something to be consistent with him.

But after getting up, she was a little confused. What should she do?

There is no need to go to work, nor do you need to prepare for the Thanksgiving dinner now - it is not a whole family, she and her son are the only ones, and preparing too much food is a waste.

What would you do at this time at home? Oh, dad and mom will dress up neatly and take themselves and sister Anne to church.

But she doesn't have this intention now. Apart from getting married or attending other people's weddings, how many young people in their twenties will take the initiative to go to church?

But this is always one of the most important festivals every year, that is, she doesn't care, and she must let her son feel this atmosphere. She went to the bathroom to wipe her face with cold water, and walked into her son's room with full emotions. "Vincent, get up, let's watch the parade together,"

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At nine o'clock in the morning, Wu Xinyang rang Zheng Jiayi's doorbell, and Zheng Jiayi, wearing an apron, smiled and opened the door for her, "Xinyang, please come in quickly,"

He looked behind her again and joked, "Oh, why don't you bring that person too?"

"What's that person? What about you, is there someone hidden in your house? Hi, hello," Wu Xinyang shouted to the room with a smile, as if there was really a man hidden inside.

Although the two rarely get together, Wu Xinyang knows very well that Zheng Jiayi has been in the United States for a long time, and she has never dated a boyfriend.

But she herself has several periods, including Chinese and Americans, but without exception, they all ended abruptly before the relationship was officially clear.

She couldn't tell why.

When it comes to falling in love, her rank is not low. When she was in high school, she had already accepted the pursuit of several boys. Of course, she was always the absolute protagonist in those pink memories, and she was at ease in controlling everything.

On the contrary, when she went to college, when everyone was busy dating, she had already gained a deeper understanding of life and had no experience.

When many other girls are happy or distressed by being pursued or pursued, and when many classmates first taste the sweetness and sorrow of love, she is already very calm and objective, and in her heart she gives her admirers and suitors the current conditions and future development potential, and uses the professional knowledge she has learned in class to screen the objects she can interact with.

Therefore, she has always been very reserved and always maintained a distance from many admirers and suitors, without clearly accepting whom she pursues, nor directly rejecting whom she pursues.

It is better to look at the scenery in the long run. It’s just a freshman. How can you tell who has more potential and who has too poor potential?

She sneered at the girls who quickly handed over themselves. What should I do if I am so anxious about the future?

But soon, Feng Yiping, who was not only pretty good-looking, looked good in clothes, but was always away from the class, except for class, was not interested in almost all activities in the class, gradually became her most concerned object.

It turned out that he drove in the entire school, which was one of the most expensive cars, and it was said that he bought it in high school; it turned out that he had never lived in the school, but lived in a high-end villa near the airport; it turned out that Youjia convenience store that you often saw in the city was his business, and the Jiasheng Decoration, which was popular in many cities in China, was also his family...

Later, even more sensational news came out that the head of Jiasheng Group was not his parents, but himself...

After he published the monograph "Blue Ocean Strategy" in the second grade through Harvard Business School Press, the students in the class who had a vague background and background consciously put away all their arrogance in front of Feng Yiping, who was always light on everything.

Wu Xinyang soon lost the interest in making the table he made and continued to improve it. Compared with Feng Yiping, is it necessary to analyze those inside and outside?

However, Feng Yiping was also not interested in her...

"The skills are really good," Wu Xinyang looked at the scrambled eggs, bread, fruit salad, and cherry pies on the table. "If your parents knew that you had such a good cooking skills now, they would be satisfied, and they should be heartbroken," he said.

That's true. The last time Director Fang and Zheng Boshan came to the United States, saw their daughter's craftsmanship, and their feelings were indeed the same as Wu Xinyang said.

"It's good, but there's no food to serve," she took out two bottles of red wine from the box she was carrying. "It was given by others and said it was the signature wine of a famous winery in Napa."

"This is the morning, do you just want to drink?" Zheng Jiayi said.

"What's the matter? We can drink it slowly until noon. Could it be, what are your arrangements next?" Wu Xinyang looked at Zheng Jiayi quipped.

"What arrangements can be made? I'm worried about delaying you," Zheng Jiayi smiled. "You should be good at making crabs, there is one in the refrigerator."

Starting from November every year, it is the crab season in San Francisco. The price is very affordable and far less than the hairy crabs in China.

"I've done this, I've done it all,"

Half an hour later, the two of them sat in the living room and drank red wine with a large plate of crabs.

"You said, it would be very sad if people knew that we could only be with each other on such a festival," Wu Xinyang mocked himself.

"The Tony you had last time seems pretty good," said Zheng Jiayi. "It's quite handsome and humorous. HP's middle-level team has a very broad future. Why do you just say it's a bit?"

"I don't know either," Wu Xinyang shook his head blankly, "Or don't feel anything, or can't get used to their rhythm?"

"Miss, aren't you? Why don't you pursue perfection?"

"Why not?" Wu Xinyang asked, "Aren't you like that?"

"I, I can't say it either," Zheng Jiayi pointed to the crab on the plate. "Just say this treasure crab, objectively speaking, is it better than hairy crabs?"

"Yes, so many crab roe," Wu Xinyang said, looking at a large spoonful of crab roe he dug out.

"But I just feel that such a crab, or just talking about all other delicacies, no matter how much you eat, there is always a place in your stomach that is empty, just like, how to say it," she gestured and repeated, but it seemed that she couldn't find the right words to describe it.

"I understand, I understand," Wu Xinyang pointed at Zheng Jiayi and smiled, "Girl, you mean that these things can never be eaten in your heart, right?"

"Haha, because you have something you think is the best, so many times, you naturally feel that other delicacies are boring," she approached Zheng Jiayi a little, pointed to her chest and said, "It's because there is someone living in your heart, right?"

Wu Xinyang was so worried that he was very surprised, but Zheng Jiayi was not panicked at all. This is the quality that a qualified spokesperson must possess. Not only was she not panicked, she also took the initiative to attack, "Aren't you like this?" She asked Wu Xinyang back.

Now, it was Wu Xinyang's turn to speak.

Yes, if not, why can’t even see the best person now?

But, what's the use?

How could he look at himself now?

"drink wine,"

"Yes, drink," two wine glasses collided heavily...

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At 10 o'clock, Huang Jingping, who was sleeping with her eyes swollen, led Amanda, who was dressed up beautifully, to the garage, "Can we drive our dad's car?" She pointed to Feng Yiping's Yajun.

"Okay," Amanda was still a little indifferent.

"I tell you, Chinatown will be very lively today, there are many delicious foods, and there must be many children,"

When Amanda heard the child, he finally became interested.

Almost at the same time, Ma Ling was also dressing with Vincent, "Do you miss your dad?"

"Think," Vincent said loudly.

"Then we go to a place today, where there are many people from my father's hometown, okay?"

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