Florist Little Boss Ch. 77

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On New Year's Eve, it snowed again. The heavy snow came quietly in the early morning. When he got up in the morning, he could see the white outside when he pulled the curtains. The air was filled with the chill of ice and snow. The heating in the room was turned on full, and the glass windows were covered with icicles. Winter was the season for staying in bed. Gao Yang pulled the quilt and turned over to continue sleeping. After a while, he felt that the quilt beside him was pressed by something, and it was quite heavy.

"Pa pa."

He remained motionless, pretending not to hear.

The little guy persevered, crawled over and shouted again in his ear, "Pa pa."

Lifting his eyelids, he said nothing.

"Pa pa." Seeing that Gao Yang ignored him, the little guy went up and stretched out his hand to greet him in the face.

Gao Yang hugged him and stuffed him into the bed, "Don't hit people in the face."

Gao Xun giggled, "Pa Pa."

"It's Daddy, not Papa." Gao Yang said helplessly. He had told him so many times, but he just couldn't change it. He suspected that the little guy did it on purpose.

"Pa Pa."

"Daddy."

"Pa Pa."

Gao Yang was still serious with him, with a stern face, "Daddy, baby, it's Dad– Daddy–"

Gao Xun was also very persistent in his own ideas and refused to change his words, "Pa pa."

Gao Yang was defeated, stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, "You are so stupid."

How could Qin Shaoyan sit idly by when his son was being bullied by an unscrupulous father, "What are you doing? You are still acting like a child even though you are so old. You stay with him, I will go make him some milk."

Gao Yang waved his hand, "Go ahead." Now Qin Shaoyan's skill in making milk had reached perfection, and he could let him do it with complete confidence.

"Your big father is becoming more and more like a father now." Thinking of someone a few months ago, he was still a young master who couldn't even hold a child.

Qin Shaoyan came up with the prepared milk, took Gao Xun out of the quilt, and sat on the sofa in neat clothes. Gao Yang couldn't stay in bed any longer, so he got up and changed his clothes. When his body covered with red and purple kiss marks was completely exposed to the air, Mr. Qin felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. This person was all his mark.

Today was New Year's Eve, and there were many things to do. Gao Yang washed himself with hot water and started to prepare breakfast. Wash the rice and put it in the purple clay pot to cook porridge. When the porridge was cooked, take out all the leftovers from last night in the refrigerator and pour them all into the purple clay pot. It's a big hodgepodge.

The dishes were left over from last night. This was also the custom in Gao Yang's hometown. Every morning on New Year's Eve, they have to eat the leftovers from the previous day, which meant "saying goodbye to the old."

Yam ribs with baby cabbage and celery wormwood were also good. They were not bad in terms of color and taste. Compared with the dark dishes of many families that were mixed with various flavors and you couldn't tell what they taste like when they were finally out of the pot, this was simply a breath of fresh air.

Qin Shaoyan experienced this for the first time. If it were in the past, he would definitely not touch this kind of messy food stewed in a pot. Since Gao Yang made it, it would be different, so he was willing to try it.

Gao Yang prepared rice paste and milk for Gao Xun. While feeding him, he said to Qin Shaoyan, "Let's put up the Spring Festival couplets later."

"Yes."

Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Qin wrote three Spring Festival couplets himself, one for the front door, one for the villa door, and one for the back door.

Gao Yang also learned yesterday that Qin Shaoyan could write calligraphy, and his calligraphy was no worse than those of famous masters. After asking, he found out that he had been practicing calligraphy since he was a child and had invited a famous teacher to guide him. Gao Yang sighed again. In fact, it was not easy to be born in a rich family. He had to learn everything, and he couldn't even master the basics. How much pressure was this?

"Is it straight?" Qin Shaoyan held the couplet and compared it to the wall.

Gao Yang held Gao Xun and directed from behind, "It's a little skewed, move the bottom a little more to the right."

Qin Shaoyan moved as he was told, "What about now?"

"Okay, that's it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Shaoyan slapped it against the wall and it stuck. Standing a few steps away, he always felt that the red-bottomed black-lettered Spring Festival couplets on the door of his house lowered the taste of the whole house. Now he felt that this was full of warmth and joy, the taste of home.

The snow gradually stopped in the afternoon. Qin Shaoyan taught Gao Xun to recognize the fruits in the pictures at home. Gao Yang was making dumplings in the kitchen and heard Qin Shaoyan's calm voice from the living room, "This is an orange, orange, and this is a watermelon..."

Gao Yang finished wrapping the stuffing, covered it with white cloth, took off his apron and walked out of the kitchen, "Mr. Qin, it's almost time to go."

It was getting late, and the snow had almost stopped, so it was time to set off. Qin Shaoyan stood up to leave, Gao Xun was held by Gao Yang, pointing at Qin Shaoyan, leaning forward, wanting to follow him, "Ah, Papa."

Gao Yang was afraid that he would fall, so he quickly hugged him, "Big Dad will be back soon."

"Papa." Gao Xun looked at Gao Yang, then at Qin Shaoyan.

"Dad won't go out, Xunxun stays with Daddy at home, okay?"

Qin Shaoyan put on his coat and kissed Gao Xun on the forehead, "It's cold outside, stay with Daddy at home, I'll be back soon." Turning to the eldest, he said, "Wait for me at home."

"Go quickly, drive slowly on the road, it's slippery after the snow."

"Okay."

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