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New Year's Eve.

The night was gentle, and the city lights shone like stars, illuminating the entire modern metropolis.

The sound of firecrackers occasionally crackled and echoed in the crisp air on Old Factory Street.

It was New Year's Eve, and every family was reunited, enjoying a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.

The Fang family, located in the tube-shaped building, was also filled with joy, appearing more lively than usual.

In the living room, the Spring Festival Gala was playing on the television.

The warm yellow light, like a soft veil, gently permeated the atmosphere with warmth.

A family photo hung on the wall, and the slightly old furniture was wiped clean.

A newly bought money tree was placed in the corner, lush and vibrant, filled with beautiful expectations for the New Year.

Li Bi Yun, like a tireless spinning top, was constantly busy shuttling between the kitchen and the living room.

The hair on her forehead was slightly damp with sweat, and a few strands fell down messily, but they couldn't hide the satisfied smile on her face, as warm as the spring sun.

When she saw her son wearing an apron, standing in front of the stove, looking like a top chef, her eyebrows curved into crescent shapes.

Flames licked the bottom of the pot, and wisps of oily smoke rose.

Fang Cheng held the handle of the pot in one hand and a spatula in the other, stir-frying a fiery hard dish.

Oil-fried prawns.

As he stir-fried, the prawn shells turned red in the hot oil, emitting a mouth-watering aroma.

Soon, a plate of oil-fried prawns, with its perfect color, aroma, and taste, was ready.

"Mom, try it and see if it's salty enough."

Fang Cheng picked up a pair of chopsticks, grabbed a steaming prawn, and brought it to his mother's mouth.

Li Bi Yun smiled and took a bite, chewed it gently a few times, and then gave a generous thumbs up:

"Cheng Cheng, your cooking skills are improving too fast. I'm afraid Mom won't dare to show off in front of you in the future."

Receiving his mother's praise, Fang Cheng couldn't help but smile.

He then glanced at the panel prompt information floating in the air.

[Cooking Experience + 3]

[Cooking Lv1 (163 / 250)]

It seems that the panel also knows its stuff.

Just based on the quality of this hard dish, it can be compared to the authentic chefs of five-star hotels.

Perhaps it was because he personally cooked the New Year's Eve dinner, that a set of frying, stir-frying, stewing, deep-frying, braising, and simmering caused the experience to increase rapidly.

It won't be long before he becomes a veritable master chef.

Fang Cheng thought happily, then casually picked up a kitchen knife, preparing to cut some beef and make braised beef brisket, a dish that the whole family loved.

Now he was starting to love the feeling of cooking.

The cooking skill didn't improve his strength much, but it made his life more comfortable and free.

Li Bi Yun brought the plated oil-fried prawns to the dining table.

At this time, the table was already almost full of steaming dishes of various colors.

In the very center, a large plate of shiny and fragrant braised carp, sprinkled with cilantro, ginger, and garlic, symbolized abundance year after year and the carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Next to the braised fish was a circle of home-style dishes with a mix of meat and vegetables.

Sweet and sour pork ribs with rich sauce, golden and crispy spring rolls, thinly and evenly sliced white-cut chicken, hairy crabs overflowing with crab roe, plus a few refreshing and delicious appetizers.

"I can only drink some thin porridge and soup now. The few of you can't finish so many dishes, it's too wasteful."

He had just undergone stomach cancer surgery less than two weeks ago and was discharged from the hospital yesterday. His face was still a little pale, but his eyes were full of relief.

"Yes, sis, you and Cheng Cheng don't need to be so polite."

Li Ding Jian sat on the sofa beside him in a relaxed manner, talking to his father, and echoed:

"Actually, according to my idea, it's best to go to a hotel for a meal, so you don't have to work so hard, anyway, customized New Year's Eve dinners are popular now."

Now, it can be said that he no longer had the decadent and lazy look of the past.

A well-tailored brand new suit made him look energetic, with a faint air of a successful person.

Li Ding Jian originally wanted to arrange for the family to have New Year's Eve dinner at the most high-end hotel in Dongdu, but Li Bi Yun said that it wouldn't have the flavor of the New Year, so he had to follow his older sister's wishes.

"It's no trouble, the house hasn't been this lively in a long time."

Li Bi Yun put the oil-fried prawns on the table, her face full of smiles:

"It's so good for everyone to sit together and have a meal. Besides, Cheng Cheng has helped a lot."

As she spoke, she looked lovingly in the direction of the kitchen, at her son's busy figure.

Hearing this, Fang Cheng also turned his head and shouted:

"Wait a little longer, we can start eating as soon as I finish this dish."

After a while, all the dishes were served.

Everyone sat around the dining table. The family didn't pay attention to any rules and started eating casually.

Li Bi Yun first served her father a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

A layer of golden oil floated on the surface of the soup, with a few red dates and goji berries dotted in it, making it look very tempting and delicious.

"Dad, you just got discharged from the hospital, drink more chicken soup to nourish your body. This is an old hen that Cheng Cheng specially bought from the countryside and stewed for several hours."

Hearing that it was his grandson's intention, the wrinkles on Li Zhenhua's face bloomed like chrysanthemums, and he repeatedly nodded in agreement.

Seeing his grandfather comfortably take a small sip, Fang Cheng also smiled slightly.

The old hen was snatched from Ma Donghe's house. It was said that Ma Jianguo specially used precious herbs to feed it, making it very nourishing.

Thinking of this, he looked at Li Ding Jian with some anticipation and greeted him:

"Uncle, you've never tasted my cooking, have you? Try these oil-fried prawns and see how they taste?"

As he spoke, he pointed to his masterpiece.

"Oh, then I have to taste it carefully."

Li Ding Jian picked up his chopsticks and smiled:

"Don't think that your uncle is usually a bachelor, but he's very knowledgeable when it comes to eating. He used to accompany clients to dinner and tasted all kinds of delicacies. As long as it walks on the ground, flies in the sky, or swims in the water, there's nothing he hasn't put in his mouth..."

As he bragged, he picked up a large prawn with a crispy fried shell and put it directly into his mouth.

With a gentle bite of his teeth, he heard a clear "crunch" sound.

Li Ding Jian's eyes lit up instantly. The aroma of the fried prawn shell filled his mouth.

Moreover, the inside of the prawn meat should retain moisture. At the moment of biting down, there was a slight juice spreading in the mouth, with a fresh, tender and chewy texture.

This unique taste can be said to be an important indicator for judging whether the heat of this dish is just right.

Li Ding Jian only took a few bites before he couldn't help but praise:

"Cheng Cheng, your skills are amazing. Even if you don't take the postgraduate entrance examination, you can easily earn hundreds of thousands a year as a chef."

Li Bi Yun and Li Zhenhua couldn't help but smile when they saw this.

The atmosphere in the house became more and more joyful and lively.

Li Ding Jian was in high spirits and reached out to open a bottle of expensive wine he had brought.

He first poured a glass for himself and his nephew, and then poured freshly squeezed juice for his father and sister.

Then, he raised his arm high, holding the wine glass, and said a blessing:

"Come on, tonight's first glass, I wish Dad good health and blessings in the future, and may God bless him with a long life!"

Everyone raised their glasses upon hearing this. The cups lightly collided, making a crisp and pleasant sound, like the New Year's bell.

In the television, the host's festive voice also added to the lively atmosphere of this reunion night.

After drinking a few rounds, Li Ding Jian seemed to be a little drunk after drinking several glasses of white wine in a row.

He let out a satisfied sigh, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand, and muttered in a low voice:

“If my brother-in-law were here too, it would be wonderful for the whole family to be reunited… I still remember when we stayed in Dongdu for the New Year. Acheng was very young, wearing a bright red new outfit, clutching firecrackers in his hand, his eyes sparkling, following behind my brother-in-law, running all over the yard. Just thinking about that scene makes me happy…”

Grandpa suddenly coughed, reminding him with a hint of reproach:

“You little rascal, what nonsense are you talking about! Why bring up these things during the New Year?”

Li Dingjian suddenly came to his senses, and gave a sheepish smile:

“Sorry, I’m a little drunk.”

As he spoke, he raised his glass, leaning forward slightly, looking sincerely at Fang Cheng and Li Biyun.

“This glass of wine, I toast to my sister and Acheng. Sister, you’ve suffered too much these years, raising the child alone, busy with work, and taking care of the family, through thick and thin. Fortunately, Acheng is also very well-behaved, and now he’s grown up and sensible. Sister, you can enjoy a good life from now on.”

Fang Cheng and Li Biyun smiled slightly, neither of them minding his heartfelt words.

The family raised their glasses again, the wine glasses shimmering under the lights.

“Come on, cheers to our ever-improving days!”

This toast contained both emotion for the past and anticipation for the future.

The lavish New Year's Eve dinner ended.

Li Biyun, as usual, went into the kitchen and busied herself.

The faucet roared as she methodically cleared the table, washing the greasy dishes.

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Fang Cheng sat in the living room, chatting with his uncle and grandfather, watching the Spring Festival Gala.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa were melon seeds, peanuts, and some snacks.

When they saw a skit performed by a famous comedian, they laughed and commented along with the audience on TV, creating a joyful atmosphere.

Suddenly, Li Dingjian seemed to remember something.

So he took out a file bag from his briefcase and handed it to Fang Cheng.

“Acheng, this is for you.”

“What is this?”

Fang Cheng looked at him in confusion, putting down the melon seeds he was about to crack.

“It’s a New Year’s gift from your uncle to his nephew.”

Li Dingjian had a mysterious smile on his face, urging, “Open it and take a look, I guarantee you’ll like it.”

A New Year’s gift?

Fang Cheng paused slightly, reached out and took the file bag. It felt quite thick, with neat edges, and he could feel that it contained a lot of paper.

Could it be study materials?

He glanced at his uncle, and with his encouraging gaze, and with a bit of curiosity and anticipation, his fingers gently peeled open the seal of the file bag.

As he pulled out the papers inside, his eyes gradually widened, his mouth slightly opened, his face full of astonishment.

It turned out that this was a sales contract for a commercial apartment.

“Didn’t I say I’d give you a surprise when I came back?”

Seeing that Fang Cheng was indeed showing surprise, the crow's feet at the corners of Li Dingjian’s eyes revealed a bit of smugness, and he immediately explained with a smile:

“You only need to sign your name on it now, and I will take care of all the formalities for you…

Saying that, he enthusiastically introduced the excellent environmental location of the house near the sea, obviously putting a lot of thought into this gift.

“The gift is too precious, I can’t accept it.”

Fang Cheng listened and quickly returned the file bag and the purchase contract to his uncle.

Remembering that his uncle had been generous before, giving his mother a pair of valuable jade bracelets.

Now he was giving himself a house, this heavy kindness made him feel flattered and afraid to accept it rashly.

“I’ve already paid the deposit, and the money can’t be refunded.”

Li Dingjian waved his hand repeatedly, his tone revealing a refusal to be refused.

After thinking for a moment, he continued to add:

“Originally, this house was bought for your grandfather to recuperate in Dongdu, but I heard people say that it’s not suitable for old people to live by the sea, they are prone to rheumatism, so I thought of giving it to you, you wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Seeing that Fang Cheng was still shaking his head, insisting on returning the purchase contract, a trace of guilt flashed in Li Dingjian’s eyes, and his expression became more serious.

“Acheng, after so many years, your uncle hasn’t even given you lucky money for the New Year, I know you must have some thoughts in your heart.”

“I couldn’t help it before when money was tight, but now that your uncle has the ability, I want to make up for all the previous regrets.”

“So, you must accept this gift this time, so that your uncle can stand up straight and feel proud in front of his own nephew, okay?”

Saying that, he wiped his face, took a deep breath, his eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, and his voice also trembled slightly.

“Uncle…”

Fang Cheng stopped talking, not knowing how to explain and comfort him.

“Acheng, this is your uncle’s good intention, accept it, just give him a chance to express himself.”

Li Zhenhua sat in a wheelchair next to him, knowing his son's recent changes, and also helped to say.

Fang Cheng was full of embarrassment. Although he also had plans to save money to buy a house, this gift, carrying affection, was still too precious.

After weighing it again and again, he finally decided to accept it temporarily, as if keeping the property for his uncle.

In case his uncle has problems with capital turnover in the future, when he needs money, he can also return it to him.

“What gift?”

At this time, Li Biyun was busy washing dishes in the kitchen, heard the conversation, and looked at everyone with questioning eyes.

“Oh, I wanted to give Acheng a computer to help him study.”

Li Dingjian answered very naturally, and secretly winked at Fang Cheng:

“After the formalities are completed, tell your mother in a few days.”

Fang Cheng understood and nodded slightly, understanding that his uncle did not want his mother to be stressed.

Just then, a crisp knock suddenly rang on the door.

Fang Cheng then got up and walked to the door.

Opening the door, he saw a pure and pretty face in front of him, it was Zhou Xiumei.

“Brother Cheng, Happy New Year, this is a gift for you… you and your family.”

Zhou Xiumei held a pink gift box in both hands, and happily handed it to Fang Cheng.

Only when her eyes glanced at the scene inside the house, her cheeks instantly flushed red, and her eyes couldn't help but reveal shyness.

Obviously, being stared at by so many people made her a little embarrassed.

“Xiumei, wait a moment.”

Fang Cheng took the gift, with a gentle smile on his face, turned and walked quickly to the bedroom.

After a while, he came out with another beautifully packaged gift box.

“Since you’re giving our family gifts, I can’t be stingy either.”

Fang Cheng walked up to Zhou Xiumei and handed the New Year’s gift, which he had prepared for many days, into her hands, his eyes full of sincerity.

At this time, Li Biyun opened her mouth with a smile, and said affectionately:

“Xiumei, you’re still thinking of us during the New Year, you’re such a thoughtful child. It’s cold outside, come in and sit for a while.”

Saying that, she warmly waved to Zhou Xiumei.

Li Dingjian also chimed in:

“Acheng, really, why don’t you quickly ask the girl to come in?”

When Zhou Xiumei heard this, she became even more shy, and quickly shook her head and replied softly:

“No, Auntie Li, my mom and younger brother came back today, there are still a lot of chores to do at home, I have to go back quickly.”

Saying that, she reached out and took the gift, and like a frightened deer, she ran away in a hurry.

Fang Cheng stood at the door, watching Zhou Xiumei pull open the iron gate and re-enter her home, the corners of his mouth rising unconsciously.

Then he turned around and returned to his bedroom, and took out the New Year’s gifts he had prepared for his mother, uncle, and grandfather, and presented them to them one by one.

The lights in the room were bright, the laughter was pleasant, and the family affection was becoming more and more mellow and heartwarming in the process of passing and sharing.

Outside the window, fireworks were blooming in competition, and the neon lights were shining brightly, as if putting a festive dress on the entire city.