Yun Zhaozhao couldn't resist taking a couple of pictures, then casually sent them to Wen Xu: [Look, they're all sitting here eagerly waiting for you to come and take them to set off fireworks!]
As soon as the message was sent, Wen Xu called, sounding quite anxious. "It's so cold, how can we let the children wait outside? They'll catch a cold. It'll take me a long time to get there, and even if I get there now, fireworks during the day won't look good; we'll have to wait until night..."
Yun Zhaozhao had just sent a message to Wen Xu out of boredom, and seeing that Wen Xu so seriously, she felt a little embarrassed. "... It's okay, it's okay, I was just joking with you. You go ahead with your work, no need to rush over. I'll have them go back to their rooms to warm up later."
Wen Xu is really busy.
He's currently in a craft shop in the city, thinking about what to make for Yun Zhaozhao as a New Year's gift.
He hadn't originally planned to prepare any New Year's gift for Yun Zhaozhao; he just intended to give Yun Zhaozhao a big red envelope so she could buy whatever she liked. But when he passed by this craft shop on his way to pick up the fireworks, he saw many young couples making various crafts, and he suddenly had an idea: could he also make something for Yun Zhaozhao?
After all, giving money is one thing, but the sentiment behind it is another.
Besides, there's no rule that says you can't give gifts if you've already given money.
The main reason, of course, was that when he saw the bag of hand-knitted sweaters and gloves that his mother had sent to Yun Zhaozhao, he noticed that Yun Zhaozhao seemed to like them quite a bit. So, he secretly thought that Yun Zhaozhao might like these handmade gifts that could represent her feelings, in addition to liking money.
So he parked his car nearby and went inside. Before he could even start cooking, Yun Zhaozhao called. Afraid of giving himself away by saying too much, he hung up as soon as Yun Zhaozhao finished speaking.
After he finished hanging up, the staff member who had been waiting next to him asked, "Sir, what would you like to do?"
Wen Xu: "You want to make me something special as a gift..."
Wen Xu originally wanted to say "girlfriend," but then he remembered that Yun Zhaozhao hadn't agreed to be his girlfriend yet, so he silently swallowed his words and changed it to. "For the girl I like."
Staff: "Sure! We can do a lot of things here. We can do tie-dye, round fans, and cloisonné enamel. What would you like to have made?"
Wen Xu, quite self-aware, asked, "Is there anything that someone with clumsy hands can learn the fastest?"
Staff member. "How stupid?"
Wen Xu: "Very stupid."
Staff: "..."
I haven't been able to tell if he's clumsy or not, but he's probably not very smart.
Wen Xu finally chose the largest vase in the shop and then used the cloisonné technique to decorate it with roses and other flowers. The people around him doing this were either young couples or children with their kids. It seemed like he was the only single man in the whole shop doing this.
The child next to him couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, are you going to use this vase to hold flowers?"
Wen Xu earnestly corrected the other person. "Call me brother. Also, I'm not putting flowers in this vase; I'm planning to give it to a young lady to use as a piggy bank."
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For those who are clumsy with their hands, doing crafts is a great way to pass the time.
Anyway, Wen Xu spent half a day making a vase that turned out to be incredibly ugly.
It was so ugly that he couldn't understand why he would spend so much time making such an ugly thing.
But in the end, he still took that ugly vase and the trunk full of fireworks to Clear Breeze Temple.
It was already getting dark when we arrived, and it was raining a little outside.
But even before he got out of the car, he could already smell the incense and candles from Clear Breeze Temple, as well as the rich aroma of food.
Today is Chinese New Year, Yun Zhaozhao posted a notice early in the morning saying that it would be closed to the public at 5 pm today. It will reopen at 8 am tomorrow, which is the first day of the Lunar New Year.
So at this moment, everyone in Clear Breeze Temple is leisurely waiting for dinner to be served.
For today's reunion dinner, Martial Uncle Chuli even specially brought out his most treasured clothes, and he even got a haircut and trimmed his long beard.
Despite being the oldest among them, Martial Uncle Chuli Li had the best eyesight. When Wen Xu entered, he was not only the first to see Wen Xu, but also the first to notice the ugly vase in Wen Xu's hand.
Martial Uncle Chuli: "Little Wen Xu, what are you holding?"
Wen Xu: "Is the vase pretty?"
Martial Uncle Chuli said, "Ugly."
Wen Xu: "..."
Martial Uncle Chuli, "Is it an antique from what dynasty?"
Wen Xu: "No, I made it myself."
Martial Uncle Chuli, "He is a bit ugly, but his ugliness is quite unique."
Wen Xu: "..."
It's clear that Martial Uncle Chuli has been trying his best to praise his pretty face.
Wen Xu, Wen Xu wasn't too disappointed, because he believed Yun Zhaozhao would like the vase. Sure enough, when he gave the vase to Yun Zhaozhao Yun Zhaozhao, she only glanced at it before beaming with joy. "It's for me? I love it, Xie Xie you!"
Jingting, who was standing to the side, almost doubted Yun Zhaozhao's aesthetic sense. However, after taking a closer look at what was in the vase, he realized that Yun Zhaozhao was telling the truth. After all, the red envelopes in the vase looked so thick and red that no one could see what the vase itself looked like!
It has to be said that Wen Xu knows how to win people's hearts. Not only did he prepare a big red envelope for Yun Zhaozhao, he also prepared red envelopes for the young Daoist priests of Clear Breeze Temple and Martial Uncle Chuli. Actually, Martial Uncle Chuli didn't care about this, but the children were very happy to receive New Year's red envelopes for the first time.
In addition to the New Year's red envelopes, Wen Xu also specially prepared some small fireworks for them, the kind that they could hold and light. The group of young Daoist priests couldn't wait for their New Year's Eve dinner and had already run out to the yard to play with the fireworks.
Now, the festive atmosphere is finally getting stronger.
While the children were setting off fireworks, Wen Xu sat next to Yun Zhaozhao and watched with her.
Wen Xu actually wanted to ask Yun Zhaozhao if she had ever set off such small fireworks, or if she wanted to go set them off together, but he was afraid of touching on Yun Zhaozhao's painful memories. He had already heard some things about Yun Zhaozhao 'Wen Xu family from Jingting. Although Jingting didn't say much, Wen Xu could roughly guess that Yun Zhaozhao's childhood was Wen Xu not as happy as his own.
For a moment, Wen Xu even thought that perhaps Yun Zhaozhao's current banquet for these homeless Daoist priests at Clear Breeze Temple was actually a banquet for her own homeless self. She was giving these Daoist priests a home, which was also giving herself a home.
Just then, he heard Yun Zhaozhao ask him, "Won't your parents have a problem with you not going home for the New Year?"
Wen Xu replied instantly, "How could they have any objections? They wouldn't even object if I married into their family."
Chapter 140
Wen Xu had never thought that the Wen Xu Festival was something to celebrate. In his view, the Spring Festival was just like any other holiday, and there was nothing special about it.
Of course, this is also related to the family atmosphere, since his mother, Ms. Song Qinglan, doesn't really like celebrating the Chinese New Year.
So every year during the Spring Festival, Song Qinglan would at most send gifts to her family, or like this year, the elderly couple would go to a warm resort to rest for a while, but they rarely held a big celebration.
So, Wen Xu's first time Wen Xu the New Year with everyone at Clear Breeze Temple was quite an eye-opener.
He never imagined that anyone would actually prepare for the Chinese New Year as such a grand event, even more so than their factory's annual meeting.
You should know that when their factory holds its annual meeting, they simply add a few more tables to the canteen at Clear Breeze Temple.
Nowadays, although the number of diners at Clear Breeze Temple's New Year's Eve dinner is not as large as at their factory's annual meeting, the quality of the dishes has completely surpassed that of the dishes at their factory's annual meeting.
Moreover, Daoist Chang Kong and the chefs of Clear Breeze Temple Temple's canteen set up four large iron pots in the courtyard of Clear Breeze Temple and cooked at the same time. Regardless of the specific dishes served, the lively atmosphere alone was enough to create a festive atmosphere for the New Year.
Besides the extravagant New Year's Eve dinner, almost everyone at Clear Breeze Temple wore new clothes to celebrate the occasion, and even the stray cats at Clear Breeze Temple each wore a festive bow.
Looking at the newly dressed crowd at Clear Breeze Temple, Wen Xu felt that he, wearing a pure black down jacket, was somewhat out of place in his surroundings.
--I should have worn that new cashmere coat I bought today.
In fact, besides the high-class New Year's Eve dinner and the careful attire of the guests, Clear Breeze Temple had another New Year's Eve arrangement that shocked Wen Xu the most: the Clear Breeze Temple staff set up a temporary stage in the courtyard, saying that they would perform on the stage that night.
You know, Wen Xu's factory now has several hundred employees, but at their annual party they only had a simple prize draw. After all, annual party performances are something only large companies like Wen Xu Xu's father's would have. And Clear Breeze Temple, a small Daoist temple, actually has to prepare a New Year's Eve gala?
Faced with Wen Xu's questioning gaze, Yun Zhaozhao was still quite unconvinced. "What's wrong? What's with that look? Are you looking down on Clear Breeze Temple? Have you forgotten how our Clear Breeze Temple Clear Breeze Temple band performed for you the first time you stayed here?"
Wen Xu: "..."If you hadn't brought this up, I would have forgotten that I even spent 10,000 yuan to come see your band play the suona for me! The way they played the suona almost sent me to my death.