Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Ling Sheng never dreamed that she would eat New Year's Eve dinner with San Ye and Aunt Yu on the first Spring Festival she came over.

She originally planned to cook the New Year’s Eve dinner by herself, but the time is too tight. After recording the Spring Festival Gala, where there is still time and energy to cook for herself, she is ready to make something effortless to eat. Barbecue and hot pot are definitely the first choice. , Warm and not bothersome.

The barbecue ingredients and hot pot ingredients were prepared in advance by Zuo Ming, and Ling Sheng called for them. The barbecue ingredients were all prepared by herself, and the hot pot bottom ingredients were also prepared by her in advance.

The hot pot is a mandarin duck pot, one is spicy soup, and the other is the stock made in advance. After she guessed her father’s idea, she made it specially and added a lot of Chinese medicinal materials for health and stomach. Auntie.

Jun Shiyan helped bring out the dishes, glanced at Huo Ci and Nangong Lengyu who were sitting on the side of the couch, and quietly exchanged eyes with Ling Sheng.

Between the two of them, it seems that the well water is not in the river, one is cold and the other is silent, but the atmosphere is strange and harmonious.

Xiao Qi is a little clever ghost, holding a fruit plate and skewered back and forth, eating this one for a while and another one for a while.

The TV was on, and the Spring Festival Gala was still going on. It was a cross talk show. Teacher Zhao Xiang and Teacher Ma Yiming were two constant gold partners for thousands of years.

Huo Ci likes the two of them the most in cross talk, and they are also familiar with him. He once went to learn for a while in order to play the role of a cross talk actor. He was considered a master. Hearing the two of them teasing each other, they all stepped on his laughter. The whole ward The laughter of him alone reverberated.

Xiao Qi didn't know if she could understand it, but when she saw grandpa's smile, she also followed a silly smile.

Nangong Lengyu couldn't help but laugh. It was too funny. I didn't know that it was the reason why she hadn't heard the cross talk for too long, so she liked it all at once.

From the corner of Huo Ci's eyes, he couldn't help but glanced aside. When the woman laughed, she brought a bit of smoke and smoke, no longer like a cold and lifeless sculpture.

Nangong Lengyu hugged Xiao Qi by her side and patted his little head. She didn't know if she understood it, and smiled so happily.

Huo Ci frowned when she saw Xiaoqi running by her side, and said coldly, "Ling Xiaoqi, give me melon seeds."

Xiao Qi moved her little buttocks and arched on the sofa, wriggling like a small worm, stretched her little arm to pass it in the middle, and turned around to return to grandma's embrace.

"Out of reach, get closer." Huo Ci's voice became a little cold, brat, whoever feeds him and takes care of him and plays with him, is so close to an outsider!

Xiao Qi moved her little **** again, a little closer.

Huo Ci still didn't stretch out his hand, turned his head and slanted a glance at him: "Come to me!"

Xiao Qi stood up and ran for two steps and put the plate next to him, turned around and left. Huo Ci grabbed her little arm and was directly trapped beside him: "Peel melon seeds."

Xiao Qi looked at him seriously: "Uncle, I am a baby."

Huo Ci: "Things that have no conscience, you forget what you said in the morning when you are together? Who said that they would serve me in the future?"

"But Xiao Qi is a baby now." Xiao Qi frowned, and grandpa bullied the baby!

"Baby don't have to be filial to the elders?" Huo Ci asked him.

Xiao Qi was embarrassed. After thinking about the meeting, I felt that Grandpa was right, so he nodded a little: "Xiao Qi is filial to uncle."