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Chapter 78 Chapter Seventy-Nine Chinese New Year

On February 5, 2000, Hanqiao ushered in the first New Year's Eve of the new millennium.

The mobile phone was buzzing, and many people sent New Year greetings messages.

There were actors who worked with "Little Li Fei Dao" and people he knew from the training camp of "The Swordsman". Han Qiao responded seriously, and those who were close to him called to say New Year's greetings.

8:30.

Han Qiao sat on the sofa and put down his cell phone.

I originally agreed to spend this New Year's Eve with my aunt and uncle. I never thought that I would be too busy with work. However, my aunt and uncle also called me early and said that I was going to the United States to reunite with my children. I may have less time in China from now on.

Han Qiao was a little sad.

When I walked to the window, there were thousands of lights outside, families were reunited, fireworks were blooming, and it was lively.

Han Qiao was alone, but he also prepared a lot of ingredients. On New Year's Eve, of course, he would have hot pot.

While busy in the kitchen, his cell phone buzzed. Han Qiao opened it and saw a message from Hu Jing.

Han Qiao previously sent a New Year greeting message, and Hu Jing only replied at this time: "Happy New Year."

Han Qiao thought about asking Hu Jing to teach Jia Ling, so he decided to get closer: "Teacher Hu, Happy New Year."

Shichahai Hutong.

Hu Jing saw the text message on her phone and gritted her teeth angrily. She was alone in Yanjing and couldn't cook.

Happiness belongs to them, I only have biscuits.

Smelling the fragrance wafting in the alley, Hu Jing couldn't help but send a text message to complain: "The cruelest thing in the world is not having food to eat."

In Yuyuantan, Han Qiao watched the hot pot ingredients boiling in the pot, and the hot bottom of the pot gurgled and steamed.

I ordered it with chopsticks and tasted it, it was pretty good.

The authentic Chongqing hot pot only has two flavors: spicy and numbing, with garlic, and the rest are cult.

The phone buzzed and Han Qiao read the text message. Is Hu Jing so miserable?

"Teacher Hu, I have hot pot here. If you don't mind, can you come over and try it?"

Hu Jing received the text message and was a little hesitant.

She had only met Han Qiao once, and it was night again, but after looking at the cookies in her hand, she made up her mind: "Address."

Han Qiao sent the address to Hu Jing.

Before Hu Jing went out, she sent a message to her best friend Zeng Li: "Xiao Lizi, I have to go out now for something. If I don't call you before eleven o'clock, remember to call the police for me."

After sending the text message, Hu Jing sent the address given by Han Qiao.

Almost instantly, Zeng Li called. Hu Jing answered the phone. Zeng Li was a little angry: "Hu Jing, today is New Year's Eve, what are you going to do?"

Hu Jing glanced out the car window: "My friend invited me to dinner."

Zeng Li chuckled: "Friend, I think it's Han Qiao."

Hu Jing felt a little panicked and calmed down: "Why did Han Qiao invite me to dinner?"

Zeng Li nestled comfortably on the sofa, her nasal voice a bit thick: "Then why did he invite you to dinner?"

Hu Jing smiled: "Young Master is trying to trick me, but he is not him at all."

"Two armies are fighting, and the marshal rushes to the enemy camp on a snowy night. This battle may as well not be fought." Zeng Li sang in a dramatic tone.

Hu Jing laughed and called her a crazy woman and hung up the phone.

Zeng Li is the most popular among the 96-level acting department of China National Drama. She is non-competitive and gentle. Only those who are familiar with her know that this girl is also crazy in private.

Shichahai is not very far from Yuyuantan. Hu Jing got out of the car and shivered coldly.

After walking a few steps, I arrived at the gate of the community and saw a figure standing at the door.

Hu Jing was a little scared. It was still snowing heavily on New Year's Eve. Who would stand at the gate of the community without any problems.

After tightening her clothes and hiding her head in the hood of her down jacket, Hu Jing lowered her head and rushed inwards.

When she walked to the gate of the community, Hu Jing felt her heart pounding and regretted why she didn't keep her mouth shut.

"Hey, is it Hu Jing?"

A clear male voice came.

Hu Jing looked back and saw that under the dim lights of the community, the man was handsome and dignified, with outstanding temperament.

It's Hanqiao.

Han Qiao looked at Hu Jing covering her head and rushing inward, wanting to laugh a little. He walked up to Hu Jing and said hello: "I'm afraid it's a little late now, let's go, we're ready."

When Hu Jing saw Han Qiao, she didn't panic anymore. Her flirting instinct made her raise her head slightly: "Yeah."

The two were walking side by side in the heavy snow. Han Qiao asked for a topic: "Teacher Hu, are you alone in Yanjing too?"

Han Qiao has grown taller this year.

Hu Jing compared it with her eyes and felt that Han Qiao should be 178cm tall. In the dark community, Han Qiao felt very safe. Hu Jing couldn't help but lean towards Han Qiao.

The shadows of the two people stretched out on the snow.

When Han Qiao saw that Hu Jing was silent and leaned towards him again, he thought Hu Jing's shoes had slipped and moved to the side quietly.

Hu Jing always raised her head slightly, not losing her temperament in front of men.

Han Qiao moved to the side, and she followed him subconsciously.

When he walked to the unit building, Han Qiao couldn't laugh or cry. He almost walked to the flower bed: "Well, Teacher Hu, here we are."

Hu Jing nodded: "Yeah."

Seeing Han Qiao not moving, Hu Jing was a little confused.

Han Qiao couldn't hold it any longer: "Teacher Hu, my shoelaces are loose."

Han Qiao made a show of bending down to tie his shoelaces. Hu Jing took a few steps to the side, then looked at her and her face turned red.

The corridor of the community can accommodate four people, but she always looked ahead, and the road became narrower and narrower as she walked.

Looking back, I saw two rows of footprints in the snow, slanting from the middle to the edge of the flower bed.

Han Qiao pretended to tie it twice and smiled: "Teacher Hu, please."

Hu Jing flipped her hair and nodded calmly.

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Han Qiao opened the door, shook off the snowflakes from his body, took out his slippers from the cabinet and motioned for Hu Jing to put them on.

On the dining table in the living room, the hot pot was bubbling on the small stove, the hot soup base was tumbling, and the air was filled with spicy aroma.

Hu Jing walked into the house and took a look. The house was very new and very clean.

The two of them walked to the dining table and sat down.

Han Qiao took the drink from the wine cabinet behind him and said with a smile: "This is an authentic Chongqing hot pot. Try it, Mr. Hu."

Hu Jing is from Yunnan and has a strong taste. When she saw the tumbling hot pot, her stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

Hu Jing was a little embarrassed and secretly glanced at Han Qiao, who smiled in return.

Han Qiao felt that Hu Jing had a cold temperament and didn't talk much, but he was familiar with her. He used serving chopsticks to scald Hu Jing's belly. Seeing that Hu Jing was eating happily, Han Qiao said: "Teacher Hu, it's like this.

I have something to trouble you with."

"What's going on?" Hu Jing ate the hairy tripe and fanned it with her little hand.

Han Qiao was startled to see that Hu Jing was not a stunning beauty, but she was an attractive Xiaojiabiyu, with a graceful temperament, fair skin, a round face with a cherry-red mouth, two small dimples swaying when she smiled, and her eyes were looking forward to the sky.

, delicate but not charming.

Hu Jing glanced at Han Qiao and felt very happy. It was worth the half-hour drawing of my elaborate outfit before going out.

Thinking of the secrets in the guide to flirting with men, Hu Jing coughed and smiled softly: "Han Qiao?"

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

Han Qiao put down his chopsticks and calmed down: "It's like this, Teacher Hu, my assistant passed the drama test this year, and I would like to ask you to guide her."

Hu Jing was a little disappointed, the dog man really had something wrong: "No problem, but I don't have much time."

Han Qiao picked up the wine glass: "Thank you, Teacher Hu."

The two touched each other, and Hu Jing's big eyes smiled like crescent moons: "Han Qiao, this is meal money, but it's not enough."

Han Qiao smiled: "It's up to you to arrange it."

(End of chapter)