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Chapter 230 New Year’s Gift
The New Year is here as expected.

This is Shen Qingqing's first New Year after returning to China, and also the first year she and Jiang Zhixun reunited.

The Jiang family attaches great importance to it.

Not only was the New Year's Eve dinner prepared sumptuous, but Shen Qingqing was also given a generous red envelope.

The old man took out his treasured wine. Shen Qingqing didn't let Jiang Zhixun drink it, but she drank a little herself.

It feels wonderful to be managed by his wife, and Jiang Zhixun likes it very much.

While drinking soda, he reminded Shen Qingqing to drink less alcohol, as she would get a headache if she was drunk.

The elders find it unbearable to watch him muttering.

Jiang's mother: "She doesn't work. She sleeps at home when she's drunk. Don't make a fuss."

As for not letting my son drink alcohol, it was because he was ill before, and he had to pay attention to everything he ate and drank.

I have to have a physical evaluation soon, and nothing unexpected can happen.

Jiang Zhixun has seen Shen Qingqing drunk.

I will have a headache and feel tired.

I don't want her to experience it a second time.

So, Shen Qingqing only drank two sips and Jiang Zhixun poured out the rest.

The old man rolled his eyes in response, "You're just making trouble!"

Jiang Zhixun remained calm and moved the eight-treasure rice pudding he made in front of Shen Qingqing.

"See how well I'm learning. If there's anything I need to improve on, do it again tomorrow."

Jiang Zhixun followed the steps carefully and the dish looked good, but I don’t know how it tasted.

Shen Qingqing took a bite and found it soft, sweet, and with solid ingredients. "Delicious."

"I'll try it too."

Jiang's mother scooped a spoonful for herself and tasted it carefully. "It's more to my taste than what I ate in Shanghai."

Jiang Zhixun looked proud and said, "Qingqing has improved it a bit and used more ingredients."

Although Shen Qingqing was born in Shanghai, she has also spent a long time in Beijing and can accept the tastes of both sides.

In order to get my family to eat more, I made some special improvements.

The old man and Jiang's father also tasted it. The father and son didn't like sweet food, but they gave face to Jiang Zhixun and Shen Qingqing.

"Not bad!"

There are five people, and each person gets a little. It is just enough to eat and not too greasy.

Jiang Zhixun made the eight-treasure rice pudding, Shen Qingqing fried a small bowl of meatballs, and the rest were made by Jiang's mother, as she was afraid that they had no experience and would not be able to prepare a good New Year's Eve dinner.

Dumplings, rice noodles with meat, braised fish, sweet and sour spare ribs, pork skin jelly...they are all Shen Qingqing's favorites.

"You weren't home in the past few years, so I probably didn't get to eat hometown food during the New Year. You should eat more this year."

Father Jiang glared at his daughter-in-law and said, "Don't bring up sad things when things are fine."

Jiang's mother snorted, "Qingqing is studying abroad, that's a good thing, why are you sad?"

Father Jiang: "During the holidays, doesn't she miss us?"

Jiang's mother was stunned. "That's really sad."

Shen Qingqing has been back for half a year, and she has long forgotten those bad things.

Just like Jiang's mother said, she went abroad to cure her illness and also further her studies to improve herself, which is a good thing!

He put down his chopsticks and went to get the New Year's gift he had prepared.

Each of the three elders has a share.

These are handicrafts and tea sets bought in Shanghai.

Jiang's mother was surprised. "I don't even know when you bought it."

Shen Qingqing: "When I first went to Shanghai, I went shopping with my colleagues and bought something I liked."

Jiang Zhixun asked her, "Where's mine?"

Shen Qingqing had nothing in her hands. "No."

After looking at her several times to make sure she was not lying, Jiang Zhixun felt sour in his heart.

Either don't send any, or send all.

He is the only one left behind. Isn't this bullying?

The more I think about it, the sadder it becomes.

I was thinking about how to please him so that I could make up for his hurt heart.

The man's eyes were calm, but with an indescribable meaning.

Shen Qingqing touched her neck and always felt that Jiang Zhixun's eyes were too resentful, which made her feel uneasy.

Could this person be up to something evil?

Jiang's mother glared at her son and said, "Qingqing is your girlfriend, you should give it to her." "Yes."

Jiang Zhixun withdrew his gaze and continued eating.

His expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Shen Qingqing was confused and had no idea what he meant.

Go see Jiang's mother.

Jiang's mother shrugged her shoulders. There is a saying that goes, "No one knows a child better than his mother."

But many times, she really didn't know what the brat was thinking.

The little incident was quickly forgotten.

The meal lasted until dark.

The sound of firecrackers rang out one after another, and the new year has arrived!

Jiang Zhixun handed Shen Qingqing a small box, "New Year's gift."

"What is it?" Shen Qingqing was a little curious and expectant.

She didn't expect Jiang Zhixun to prepare this.

Jiang Zhixun curled his lips, sat down next to Shen Qingqing, and put his arm on the back of the sofa, keeping her within reach.

"You'll know when you open it and take a look."

Shen Qingqing shook it and felt a notebook inside. "Then should I open it?"

"Ah."

When the box was opened, the first thing that caught my eye was a yellowed old photo.

The young woman was holding a child about one year old in her arms, and a young girl was standing on the other side.

It’s Shuxian.

It is self-evident who the big and small people in the photo are.

Shen Qingqing put away the smile on her face, pursed her red lips, and lowered her eyelashes to hide the emotions in her eyes.

Jiang Zhixun instantly became nervous, put away his nonchalant attitude, and put his long arms around Shen Qingqing.

"Not happy?"

Shen Qingqing shook her head, "I was just surprised."

You don't need to ask where this thing came from.

She didn't want to be blackmailed, so she said she didn't want the photos and let Shuxian deal with them as she pleased.

I didn't expect Jiang Zhixun to get the things back.

There are two photos. The other one has more people, including many relatives. Shen Qingqing and her family of three are clustered in the middle.

She was about three or four years old, being held by her father, her little hands gently held by her mother, with two little buns on her head, and she was smiling cutely.

Everybody was laughing.

What a harmonious scene.

In addition to the photos, there is also a notebook. It looks quite old and the paper has turned yellow.

It should be the diary that Shuxian mentioned.

In addition, there is a passbook, which was left by Shen Qingqing.

At that time, she didn't want Jiang Zhixun's money and was unwilling to spend a penny.

Jiang Zhixun thought that one day he would hand the passbook to Shen Qingqing again.

Today, he achieved another thing he wanted to do.

Shen Qingqing accepted the passbook.

Looking at the photo carefully, there was no smile on his face.

Jiang Zhixun said: "If you don't like them, just cut them off."

As he said that, he was about to get a pair of scissors for Shen Qingqing.

Shen Qingqing's sad mood subsided, and she held Jiang Zhixun's hand, feeling a little amused and helpless.

"If I cut the photo, it would be ruined."

Jiang Zhixun: "Then I'll get you a paintbrush, you paint them all, draw something interesting."

After saying that, he added, "You're a great painter. Why don't you draw a new one? I'll be added in there."

Shen Qingqing: "I haven't seen you as a child."

"Then shall I get you the photo album?"

Jiang Zhixun remembered that he took photos when he was a child. There was an album at home, and all the photos should be there.

Shen Qingqing became interested, "I'll wait for you."