The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

Winter nights always get dark very early, and Anchen and the others woke up in a daze.

It's now around six o'clock in the evening, and the kitchen has already started preparing food.

I don't know whether it was hunger or psychological effects, but An Chen felt that he could smell the aroma of food now.

Qu Yan and Ling Han finally returned.

"Your car is parked far away." This was the first thing An Chen said. The two people were obviously looking for a reason to run out, and they insisted on saying that they left something in the car. Look, this is such a slap in the face.

"Hehe, small mistake." Ling Han smiled sheepishly.

"We have hung so many lights on the trees outside, why don't we turn them on?" Qu Yan successfully changed the topic with this sentence.

The colored lanterns and light balls outside are lit up, and it’s a nice view looking out from the house.

After that, several people kept moving things in the living room, and today's dinner was still scheduled to be eaten in the living room. Moving tables and sofas is another big project.

An Chen doesn't have to work, and she can't work now, but she can still shout for help. When she gets tired, she can record a sound on her phone and then play it in a loop. She will hold a lollipop in her mouth and clap as an atmosphere group. That's it.

An Chen has always been very careful about his temperament as a group favorite.

Hot pot is always the first choice for winter gatherings, but they are a little richer today. Of course, in addition to hot pot, there are many other dishes.

It's not in vain that Ji Xuan and Ji Feng spent a whole day in the kitchen, and Si Yicai bought the freshest ingredients.

Scenes like this may be happening in many places now, where family and friends gather together happily, waiting for the arrival of the new year.

After tonight, all gains and losses are in the past, and it will be a new beginning.

What An Chen is most fortunate about now is that he can finally eat normally. If he hadn't watched them eat hot pot while he drank porridge miserably, he would not be happy at all.

At nine o'clock, dinner officially started. For this hot pot meal, they prepared four kinds of pot bases.

An Chen likes the tomato pot, the most classic butter spicy pot, the nourishing chicken soup pot, and the pork belly soup pot prepared for An Chen based on the concept of eating what you eat.

The ingredients for shabu-shabu are even more abundant and diverse, including all the usual necessities, as well as expensive and high-end ingredients.

Ji Xuan and Ji Feng showed off their skills and cooked a table of delicacies that made people drool just by looking at them. They also took into account everyone's favorite tastes.

This table is called a perfect table, with perfect people and perfect dishes.

The steam in the pot is boiling, and friends are chatting at the table. This is the most authentic fireworks in the world. At this time, no worries are worth mentioning, otherwise we will really live up to the good times now.

Halfway through dinner, An Chen suddenly thought of the small fireworks that had been put away during the day. Everyone started the intermission of dinner, put on their coats and went to the garden.

An Chen held the fairy wand, which looked cute and cute. It was not out of line for several grown men. The shape of the small sparks on the fairy wand was always changing. While An Chen was watching, other voices sounded next to him.

When he turned around, he saw that Lin Han and the others had lit other types of small fireworks, but this one looked really ugly!

An Chen lowered his head and looked at the things in his hands again, and the contrast produced beauty.

Lin Han and the others did not believe in evil, so they lit another small firework of the same style. The result was still the same, but it was also a little different. It should be said that each one was ugly in its own way.

The few people watching didn't hesitate to laugh at them. They didn't expect that setting off fireworks these days requires luck.

All things grow, but they never take into account the eyes of others.