The Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner was simple.
There were only five of them, and even a lavish spread would have gone unfinished, so they kept it simple.
Yu Songsong was the happiest of them all. She bustled around, serving soup to Father Jiang and Mother Jiang, then eagerly volunteered to help with the dishes after dinner.
Mother Jiang grew more and more pleased with her, then couldn't help glancing at Jiang Linyuan, who was holding his phone nearby. Her irritation flared.
How could this thing be so good at leading people astray!?
"Songsong knows to help with the dishes! All you know how to do is stare at your phone! Go help her!"
Jiang Linyuan closed his chat with Shen Wanyu and grinned.
"Jiang Zhiyao and Yu Songsong are in the kitchen. Two people are enough. If I go in, I'll just get in the way, won't I?"
He was giving them a chance to be alone and ease their relationship during the perfect holiday season. If they missed this opportunity, they might not get another good one.
"I swear, you were born to get in the way!"
Mother Jiang said crossly.
Jiang Linyuan didn't mind. He was used to it.
Once Jiang Zhiyao and Yu Songsong had finished their work, the five of them sat together to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
Mother Jiang kept Yu Songsong talking, asking her all sorts of questions, mostly about how she had met Jiang Linyuan.
The two of them chatted happily, while Jiang Zhiyao listened nearby, gathering intel.
Father Jiang watched the Spring Festival Gala, wondering how many red envelopes he ought to hand out.
Jiang Linyuan glanced at his phone.
"I'm going outside to take a call. Give me a shout when the comedy sketch comes on."
With that,