MTL - The Squeamish Little Brother of the Actor-Chapter 64 Happy New Year

The biscuit came to his mouth, Qiu Ci had no time to hesitate, but ate it.

The biscuits felt wrong when they were eaten, and the taste after chewing was indescribable.

The servant waited for him to swallow and handed him the water that had been prepared.

Qiu Ci took several sips of water before suppressing the taste in his mouth. He didn't know what kind of biscuits he just ate.

Crispy and sour, with a hint of chocolate bitterness.

Qiu Ci now knows what Xiu Zhian's inexplicable words mean.

Ran Dongling was still holding the biscuit he had eaten in his hand, Qiu Ci saw that his hand was stained a little black, and couldn't help but ask what was in his heart, "Why is the biscuit? sour?"

Why the biscuits are sour, Ran Dongling doesn't know!

He did it according to the method that Xiao Ange told him, he did every step, and he did it correctly, but the biscuits were sour.

He is right, there must be something wrong.

so we don't know why."

She then told Qiu Ci about what happened in the afternoon.

Ran Dongling chatted with Xiu Zhian in the afternoon, Xiu Zhian took a photo of the chocolate biscuits she made and showed him, Ran Dongling wanted to make them too.

Xiu Zhian sent him a tutorial, which looked very simple.

Ran Dongling came to the kitchen, and after the chef prepared the ingredients for him, he felt that his actions of making biscuits were too stupid and didn't want others to see, so he shut himself in the kitchen for an afternoon .

The chefs and servants were driven out by him, afraid to leave, full of worries about his cooking skills.

Sure enough, their worries were right. After waiting for more than an hour, there was a smell of mush from the kitchen. There was only Ran Dongling in it. Fearing that something would happen to him, the chef and servants broke into the door directly. , and turn off the power before the oven is fried.

This is why Qiu Ci smelled burnt at the door.

When he heard this, he was disappointed and glanced at Ran Dongling lightly.

Ran Dongling is fine, his hair is neat, his face is tender, and his clothes are the same clothes he wore this morning, and they are still clean.

The servant went on to say that the biscuits in the oven were too burnt to eat, but Ran Dongling made a lot, and the remaining dough could make a plate.

This time, the chef did not dare to let him stay in the kitchen alone. They watched Ran Dongling print out the shape of the cookies and place them neatly in the baking pan, and then the chef put them into the oven to adjust the time and temperature.

The time and temperature are just right, the biscuits baked this time are not mushy, but the color is similar to mushy.

The chef picked up a biscuit and took a closer look. It was obviously chocolate-colored before it went into the oven, but it turned black after baking.

Ran Dongling thinks this color is normal, it was the same color when he fry poached eggs last time.

Everyone who sees it has a share. He distributed a piece of the biscuits just out of the oven to everyone present, as well as the grandfather and the housekeeper who passed by the kitchen after playing chess.

Grandpa ate too? !

Chou Ci came back without seeing his grandfather, nor the housekeeper.

"Cough, Xiaoci is back, let's have dinner."

Chou Zhenghao's voice came from behind, Qiu Ci turned his head and saw that his face was as usual, he should not have eaten biscuits.

Qiu Zhenghao went to the seat and took a seat. Seeing that Qiu Ci was still looking at him, he said angrily, "Look at me, I didn't eat it. This biscuit contains chocolate, I can't eat it."

"Grandpa, I will make it again tomorrow without chocolate." Ran Dongling next to him said.

The housekeeper explained to him with a smile, "The doctor ordered me not to eat sweets."

"Oh." Well, it seems that Grandpa has no luck and can't eat the biscuits he made.

I thought that Ran Dongling made biscuits on a whim, but I didn't expect Qiu Ci to return to the old house the next day. As soon as I entered the door, there was a cookie in my mouth.

This time the biscuits are still sour, but the color and taste are better than yesterday's, there should be a chef to guide him.

After eating sour biscuits for two days in a row, Qiu Ci understands, darling, this is using them as a drug test.

There were a few cookies left on the table, and the servants packed them one by one in delicate packaging bags to make it look less scary.

Ran Dongling said that anyone who wants to eat can take it, and he will cook it after eating.

The biscuits were placed on a plate one by one all afternoon.

"Have you eaten it yourself?" Qiu Ci took a biscuit, opened it and fed it to Ran Dongling.

With a hundred layers of filters.

He felt that the chocolate biscuits he made were indeed a bit sour, but apart from the sour taste, they were similar to ordinary biscuits, and they tasted crunchy and not bad.

So he didn't avoid it at all, ah woo eat it, it's crunchy.

Chou Ci: On the second day, Qiu Ci deliberately did not go to the company, and wanted to stay at home to see how Ran Dongling made cookies these two days.

Who knew that Ran Dongling didn't want to make biscuits when he saw him staying at home, so he stuck to him and pestered him.

The two were sticking together like two sticky cakes, Ran Dongling said softly: "Brother Qiu Ci, it's almost the New Year."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Are there any juniors in our family? Shall I prepare New Year's money for them?"

In the first year of the bride of the Yun Dynasty, she wanted to prepare New Year's money for her husband's juniors. Ran Dongling didn't know if there was such a custom in modern times.

If so, how much money should he prepare?

Too little will make him stingy.

He is very, very rich now, if there are not many juniors, he can give one hundred thousand by himself.

Only couples who are married and have children should give red envelopes to the younger generation. For a new joiner like Ran Dongling, not only do they not need to give red envelopes, but they can also receive red envelopes.

"No, you can prepare a bag for the red envelopes, preferably bigger." Qiu Ci was afraid that he would receive too many red envelopes and his pockets would not fit.

On New Year's Eve, the old house is full of New Year's lively atmosphere, the servants are busy downstairs, and the second floor is quiet.

Ran Dongling slept like a fragrant pig with Qiu Ci, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of firecrackers.

His brain woke up, his eyes didn't wake up, his big eyes with fog opened for a moment, then slowly closed, he groped down and pulled out Qiu Ci's hand, covering him on their ears.

This method of "covering one's ears and stealing the bell" is useless at all. The sound of firecrackers will explode every now and then, and it will intermittently enter his ears, and it seems that there is also the noise of children. .

Who is so noisy...

He pushed Chouci hard and muttered: "Well, brother Chouci, it's so noisy outside, you go out and have a look."

Qiu Ci was also upset, he must be the grandsons of the old Wang family next door.

He got up softly, helped Ran Dongling tuck the quilt, and then walked out of the room, standing by the railing in the hall on the second floor and looking down.

What he thought was right. On the first floor, there were several children of five or six years old who were stepping on balloons. A child in red was holding a long string of balloons, and a group of children behind him chased and stepped on him. .

The servant looked on and didn't move. These children were brought back by Qiu Zhenghao, and they were the little bullies in the family. They couldn't stop the children's disturbing behavior.

The sound of stepping on a balloon sounds like a firecracker.

It was a very festive voice today, and Qiu Ci wanted to beat someone.

He walked down the stairs and picked up one of the children as the group passed him.

The child who was mentioned was holding a balloon, and the children who followed him stood there and did not dare to move.

The child knew that he would quarrel with others, but he was not afraid.

"Huh?" Qiu Ci raised his eyebrows.

"And I'm a child of someone else's family, you can't beat me, be careful I'll cry to you." He also threatens people.

Chou Ci smiled, feeling that the child is innocent and cute.

Five minutes later, the servant led a group of children out of the old house and sent them home.

They lined up obediently, holding balloons that hadn't yet popped, and everyone had tears and snot on their faces, touching/buttocks as they walked.

After Qiu Ci had educated the children, he went back upstairs and found that Ran Dongling got up by himself.

He sat on the bed with his mouth flat, as if he wanted to cry or not.

Chou Ci hurried over to coax him, "Honey, what's wrong?"

Ran Dongling felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Brother Qiu Ci doesn't know if he hasn't touched a man in more than 20 years, but now that he does, he coaxes himself to do those things every few days.

His little body can't stand it anymore.

He said aggrievedly: "Brother Qiu Ci, we need to be more restrained in the future, this kind of thing will be fine once a month."

Once a month is not possible.

Qiu Ci bargained with him, Ran Dongling was not as good as him, and was still confused when he woke up, and somehow promised him eighteen times a month.

In the evening, Lin wished them all to come back. No one went on vacation this year. In order to celebrate Ran Dongling becoming a member of their family, the family returned to the old house for the New Year.

The Qiu family does not have the custom of keeping the New Year's Eve.

Chou's father went to the study to deal with work, Lin Yuan was chatting with his mother's family on the phone, Qiu Zhenghao and Qiu Li did not know where to go, only Qiu Ci and Ran Dongling were left in the living room people.

It seems too early to go back to the house to sleep, Ran Dongling is not sleepy, and he wants to stay old.

In the past, he had not been able to defend completely. He always fell asleep on someone's lap halfway through the protection. This year, he wanted to defend it completely.

The Spring Festival Gala show on TV made people drowsy after watching it.

"Do you want to go out to play?" Qiu Ci asked him suddenly.

No, it looks cold outside, and it's so late... Ran Dongling thought of something.

"Brother Qiu Ci, can we go out and set off fireworks?"

Qiu Ci smiled and shook his head, "No."

Cities in China are prohibited from setting off fireworks.

Ran Dongling followed him out in the end, this time out was just to go outside, they came to the small garden.

It was really cold outside, Ran Dongling was pulled out by him temporarily, only wearing a hat and scarf, forgot to bring gloves, he had to put both hands in the pocket of Qiu Ci, hands warm.

"Brother Qiu Ci, what are we doing here?"

"Come out and set off fireworks for you."

"But didn't you just say you can't set off fireworks?"

Qiu Ci made a booing action, "Hush, let's secretly let it go."

"Oh." Ran Dongling immediately relaxed his movements and repeated it in an air tone, "Brother Qiu Ci, let's secretly release it."

Chou Ci did not know where to take out a box of fairy sticks, there were twelve fairy sticks in it, he took out a thin long strip from it, and lit the fairy sticks with a lighter.

The top of the strip was slightly red, and suddenly it lit up, and small fireworks bloomed in front of Ran Dongling.

"Wow, it's beautiful, it's a little firework."

The burning time of a fairy wand is nine seconds, short and gorgeous.

Ran Dongling had one in his left hand and one in his right. When the previous one was about to be lit, he immediately connected the next one.

Qiu Ci watched him play with gentle eyes, and stood at the air vent to protect him from the wind.

When the eleventh fairy stick was half burned, cheers came from the surrounding houses, some people shouted Happy New Year, and there was the sound of stepping on balloons, it was already a new year .

"Brother Qiuci, I'm over!" He can finally sleep!

Snowflakes floated in the sky, Qiu Ci picked up the last fairy stick and ignited it.

The fairy stick was burning in the snow.

This is their first new year, and many more to come.

"Be good."

"Huh?"

"Happy New Year."

"Brother Qiu Ci - Happy New Year!"