Tsukata was disappointed again. He mobilized all the spy forces for two consecutive days, but he couldn't find the woman in the portrait. How could he know that many people had seen Jiang Ping, but they all chose the same answer method: I've never seen her before!

As for Jiang Ping herself, after she was over-procurement, she never stepped out of the house again. While taking care of Xiao Qi who was not recovered, she and Simazi and his son cleaned the house thoroughly.

Simazi's mother was very sad. She had to eat and drink for the past two days, and she had to bother with other girls during the Chinese New Year, so she almost rushed to do all the work. If Jiang Ping hadn't worried about her health and wouldn't let her work too hard, she would even go to Xiaoqi to help clean.

Outside the house was covered with heavy snow and undercurrents. Inside the house, there were four people happy, busy preparing for the New Year.

Jiang Ping's heart is very delicate. Not only did she prepare a lot of food, she even bought Spring Festival couplets and firecrackers.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Xiaoqi finally got out of bed. He was still in horror. He was moved by Sister Ping and Si Mazi these two days. In his words, he had not had such a happy time in more than ten years.

In fact, what moved him even more was that in the evening, in order to take care of him, Sister Ping made a floor upstairs. As long as she had a little movement, she would get up to check it out. This kind of care might not be possible for even her mother.

Moreover, Xiaoqi also buried a secret in his heart. The night he killed Zhang Tong and the others was so uncomfortable that he suddenly had a fever. Later, he was so cold that he felt so cold. Just when he thought he was going to die, Sister Ping got into his bed and used her body to warm himself. At that time, he was confused and did not realize that she was using this method. Later, when he suddenly woke up, he realized that his sister was holding him naked.

At that moment, the shock towards Wu Xiaoqi was no less than the deaths of her mother and the old man. This sister, who was not related by blood, had nothing to say for herself to do so. Only in the future, can she repay her and respect her and be filial to her.

Wu Xiaoqi dared to pat his chest and said that as long as Sister Ping gave him an order, even if he died ahead, he would not frown.

Wu Xiaoqi will never tell this secret, but will only hide it silently in her heart, protect it, and protect her!

Simazi was carrying a stool and pasting Spring Festival couplets and the door god. Auntie and Sister Ping were busy in the kitchen. From time to time, bursts of fragrance floated into Wu Xiaoqi's nose. He wanted to help him too, but when he got up again and again, he was in return for Sister Ping's heart-wrenching scolding.

As noon approached, Uncle Wu came and brought a small pot of rice cake. This was exactly what was missing here. The aunt was not in good health and could not do heavy work such as making rice cakes, but Jiang Ping didn't know how to do it at all. So although there were rich New Year supplies here, the most important thing was missing.

In the past, during the Chinese New Year, Xiaoqi could also taste the rice cakes made by Aunt Wu. In his memory, this was the most delicious thing in the world. He had previously been talking about whether he could eat this delicious food that he never forgets when he went to Uncle Wu's house to greet him tomorrow. Unexpectedly, he actually brought a pot.

Uncle Wu was leaving after delivering the rice cakes, so Jiang Ping naturally would not agree. She stuffed a lot of melon seeds, peanuts and candies into his arms. She knew that although Uncle Wu was a village head and had a feces, he was too upright. In fact, his life was not much better than others. There were a few little guys in the family to raise and his life was tight. In this case, he had been taking care of Xiaoqi in recent years, which made Jiang Ping respect him very much.

In the afternoon, the aunt boiled a few pots of hot water, urging the two kids to take a New Year's shower, and put on new clothes. Sister Ping also personally took a haircut for them. The two of them looked at me and I looked at you, and they were so happy that they couldn't stop.

Jiang Ping naturally did not forget the aunt. After she came out of the bath, she put the jade bracelet on her hand, which moved the old man to tears, which made Jiang Ping's eyes turn red. She didn't see the aunt crying and crying, but was regretting such a good person who could not snatch his life back from the disease.

When Jiang Ping finished taking a shower and dressing up, it became dark and firecrackers began to sound near and far away. The time for the reunion was up.

The table was filled with delicious food, all of which were masterpieces of Auntie and Jiang Ping. Wu Xiaoqi and Simazi sat at the table early, staring at the vegetable bowl on the table with drooling, hoping to start immediately.

I used to hear other friends say that what I hope most is for the New Year, because I can wear new clothes and eat delicious food during the New Year, and I can also get some New Year’s money. But these have nothing to do with them. My family is in poverty and there is no main labor force. The New Year is no different for them than usual. The only difference is that I can hear the sound of firecrackers all over the city. This year is different, and they can also wear new clothes and delicious dishes on the table. Maybe Sister Ping will prepare New Year’s money for them. This makes them not excited. Wu Xiaoqi even forgot that he is still sick.

When Jiang Ping walked downstairs, Wu Xiaoqi and Simazi's eyes were straightened. Although they had long been accustomed to Sister Ping's beauty, when she really dressed up deliberately, this beauty still surprised these two and a half-baby boys.

Jiang Ping wore a white tight knitted sweater on her upper body, and a dark red skirt underneath. A small vest of the same color as the skirt was not buttoned, but was only scattered. A slightly wet short hair was wrapped with a white hairband. The hem of the skirt was only at the knees, but a pair of white knitted stockings were worn on the knees. She was paired with a pair of light yellow leather shoes on her feet, which made her look particularly pure. This outfit alone made Wu Xiaoqi and Si Mazi stunned, not to mention a delicate face with a little makeup, which made many women love and hate: How could God create such a beauty?

Seeing these two boys looking at her stupidity, Jiang Ping blushed on her face. Which woman didn't expect to look at her like this?

But the old lady's words made her embarrassed: "Daughter, in the snow, you wear so little, and you are not afraid of being frozen. Go upstairs and add two clothes, and we are about to reunite the New Year."

The room was not cold, the stove had not been broken all day long, and this small room was warm and comfortable. Even if Jiang Ping had less of this shawl, she would not feel cold. However, she did not refuse the aunt's kindness and went upstairs and put on a pink coat. She ordered Simazi to go to the door of the house to set off firecrackers. This was the pieced together family that began to reunite.
Chapter completed!