"I'm only 17 years old," Yan Hang put his legs on the coffee table, "It's just pretending..."

My dad kicked his leg off the coffee table.

"Age." Yan Hang said.

When I got home on the first day of the New Year, my grandparents and mother were sitting in the living room, and my mother's face was very gloomy.

In his memory, my mother had almost never smiled much. For most of the time, she kept the expression downwards of her mouth. As she got older, her nasolabial folds were connected to the corners of her mouth, and she looked even more unhappy.

"There are dumplings in the refrigerator, so I'm going to cook them." Seeing him come in, my mother said.

"Yeah." Chu Yi put down his notebook, threw a bunch of shoes on the floor and sized them on the shoe rack, and then went into the kitchen.

"There is no chance at the water station?" Grandpa asked.

"It's said that this month's news, but now the audience is gone," said my mother, "What else can there be?"

On the first day of the New Year, I was boiling water in the kitchen to prepare dumplings while listening to the movements in the living room.

My mother has been working at a water delivery station. Last month, the water station said that business was not good and it took half a month off. My mother was worried that the water station would be yellow. It sounded really yellow now.

"Erping said to introduce you to the job, have you introduced it?" Grandma asked.

"I asked me to go to their kindergarten to be a nurseryman," my mother said in a dissatisfaction. "Isn't this annoying me? Is there anyone doing this?"

"She is the teacher and asks you to be a nurseryman?" Grandpa shouted, "What's the matter!"

"Didn't she say they were recruiting kindergarten teachers before? Why did her family become a child care after going there!" Grandma said in dissatisfaction, "It's obvious that she's bullying!"

Junior High School closed the kitchen door very lightly, and stood by the stove and watched the pot of water fascinate.

The water boiled, and he opened the refrigerator and found two bags of quick-frozen dumplings.

If I remember correctly, he bought it at the small supermarket opposite, at least three months ago.

He looked in the refrigerator and found that there were no other dumplings, and my mother was talking about these two bags.

He had to take apart the two bags of dumplings and look at them. The dumplings were already glued into a ball.

He hesitated and opened the kitchen door and poked his head out: "Dumplings are very, very long."

"How long will it take? It's not broken," my mother frowned, "It's enough to eat. Which young master you are still so particular, you have to pay attention to your aunt's past."

After making a statement in the first day of the Chu Dynasty, he returned to the kitchen and poured the dumplings into the pot.

When the water was boiling, he took out his cell phone, communicated with the cell phone for a long time with his thoughts, and posted an expression on his circle of friends.
Chapter completed!