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Chen Wanxing's gaze remained fixed on Wang Yanning. He sat there, holding a teacup, watching her intently.

"Do you still have annual leave this year? When is it likely to start?" she asked.

Wang Yanning thought for a moment: "They should be able to release them. I've heard from my fellow disciples that in previous years it was around the 20th of the twelfth lunar month, and they could release them for half a month."

It takes half a month, and the journey from Kaifeng back to Ruyang takes six or seven days, which makes the whole trip take up the entire holiday.

"Then you won't be able to go home for the Chinese New Year," she said.

Wang Yanning nodded, her voice low: "Yes, we can't go back."

The room fell silent for a moment. Chen Wanxing looked at him and inexplicably sensed a hint of grievance in his tone of voice. He was spending the New Year alone in Kaifeng.

She brought her whole family, including Qingsui and Qiuju, back to Ruyang, and it was a lively and bustling affair.

Wang Yanning seemed to sense what she was thinking, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile, her tone lighter than before:

"It's alright. There are a few classmates from far away who aren't going back to school. And there are Brother Lin and Brother Zhou too. If we get together, it'll be lively."

Seeing the somewhat tense atmosphere, Qian Wenbai deliberately sighed, leaned back, and spoke in an exaggerated tone:

"Sigh, in previous years, my dad would have started looking for people to make lanterns in advance, so that they could be displayed during the Lantern Festival."

The Lantern Festival was so popular that the whole city came to watch; it was incredibly lively. All the riddles were written by Yan Ning, and my father praised him every year, saying he'd found a living advertisement for him.

He looked at Wang Yanning with a wronged expression: "How is this year? The living signboard can't go back. What will happen to my family's lantern festival?"

What if those regular customers who enjoy solving riddles realize it's not Wang Xiucai's handwriting and refuse to acknowledge it? Will our Jufulou restaurant have to go out of business like this?

Wang Yanning smiled slightly at his playful tone, but didn't say anything.

Chen Wanxing couldn't help but laugh: "It's not that serious."

"Why not?" Qian Wenbo said seriously, counting on his fingers. "You do the math, he single-handedly supported my family's lantern festival."

Most of the people who come to guess the riddles are there for the riddles themselves, and all the riddles for the entire Lantern Festival were come up with by Yan Ning alone.

He's not here this year, and my dad will definitely grumble, saying the riddles the fortune teller wrote lacked inspiration and the calligraphy lacked style, and then he'll blame it all on me.

He clutched his chest, his expression becoming even more exaggerated: "I can't live like this anymore."

Everyone in the room was amused by him. Amber chuckled, then quickly suppressed her laughter, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and pretended not to laugh.

Qinghui chimed in from the side, "Young Master Qian, why don't you just have your brother-in-law write it down beforehand and have someone bring it back?"

Qian Wenbai's eyes lit up as he looked at Wang Yanning.

Wang Yanning paused for a moment, then nodded: "That works too."

Qian Wenbai immediately changed his expression, smiling as if he had found silver: "Then it's settled. Yan Ning, write more, preferably all of the ones for the Lantern Festival days, and I'll ask my father to give you more writing fees this year."

Chen Wanxing listened from the side and suddenly remembered the first time she met Wang Yanning.

At the entrance of Jufulou Restaurant, he thought she wouldn't be able to guess the riddle of the main lantern, so he came over specifically to help her...

Outside the window, the snow was falling heavier and heavier. Inside, the aroma of tea wafted through the air, and the charcoal brazier burned brightly, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere.

Granny Li came in to add more charcoal, and Yunzhu brought over a plate of snacks. The group sat and chatted, making small talk, with no one in a hurry to leave and no one feeling bored.

This is probably what life should be like.

Chen Wanxing picked up her teacup, took a sip, and smiled.