poetry!

Chen Mo’s eating motion paused.

He had expected to face this kind of situation when he returned home, but he never thought it would happen so soon after arriving, before he even finished his meal.

"Not yet.

Work has been quite busy recently with year-end tasks, so I haven't really paid attention to that side of things."

"Hurry up, don't let work delay such an important lifelong matter.

Contact some of the clerks in your company or something."

Yang Xiulian instructed him.

"I know, Mom, I'll pay attention, but this can't be forced, can it?"

Chen Mo nodded, not refuting.

He knew that if he objected, it would only lead to more intense pressure to marry.

"Good that you know!"

………

After a while,

The meal was quickly finished.

He ate almost a bowl more than usual today.

In terms of taste, the food his parents made couldn't compare to the Tomorrow Cafeteria.

But eating his parents' cooking just made him want to eat more.

Perhaps this was the taste of home.

"You must be tired after driving all this way.

Your Room is all tidied up.

You can go in and take a nap.

I'll make dumplings for you tonight."

His mother said.

Chen Mo walked into his Room and found that the bedsheets and duvet covers had all been changed to new ones.

After driving all that way, he was indeed a bit sleepy.

He lay on the bed and slept for a while.

When he woke up in the evening,

He ate the dumplings his parents made and accidentally overate again.

The next day was Minor New Year.

The family made even more dishes.

Time passed day by day.

Eating, sleeping, playing on his phone, playing on his computer, and occasionally going out for a walk.

This was basically his daily life.

Not having to worry about company losses or deal with company affairs, this kind of life was quite pleasant.

It would be even better if his mother didn't constantly pressure him to marry.

He had gone out once to look at houses these past two days, but with the New Year approaching, the sales offices were also on holiday.

The matter of buying a house would have to wait until after the New Year.

The sound of firecrackers occasionally rang out.

Chen Mo got up and walked to the window, noticing that outside, snowflakes were already beginning to fall.

It was snowing!

This wasn't the first snow; it had snowed once a while ago, but the snow was very light and, once it hit the ground, it mostly disappeared with the wind, leaving no accumulation.

This time, however, it seemed to be a heavy snowfall.

Goose feather-like heavy snow, hmm… that's a bit exaggerated.

One-fifth goose feather-like heavy snow, hmm… that's much more fitting.

Chen Mo suddenly remembered a poem.

Goose~ goose~ goose~

Crooked neck…

"Dinner's ready!"

The voice had lost the gentleness it had when he first returned home, and instead carried a lot of urgency.

Thud!

The Room door was also knocked.

"Oh, I know."

His poetic mood interrupted, Chen Mo turned and walked out of the bedroom.

In the living Room, the dishes were already prepared and neatly arranged on the dining table.

"All you do all day is stay cooped up in your Room; you never think to go out for a walk."

His mother said, looking at Chen Mo as he came out.

"It's snowing!"

Chen Mo replied, then sat down at the dining table.

"It's snowing, you can go build a snowman.

Aren't there many videos of couples building snowmen together?"

"Mom, you just said 'couples'."

"Then why don't you hurry up and find one?

Did you like any of the girls' profiles I showed you?"

"Mom, it's New Year's Eve tomorrow.

Even if I liked someone, I can't just go to their house, can I?"

"That's true.

Then we'll talk about it after the New Year.

Eat first."

Chen Mo smiled, finally having dealt with the marriage urging for today.

He took a few bites of rice, then thought of the recent conversation.

He looked up at his father, who hadn't spoken, then at his mother.

"Mom, have you and Dad ever built a snowman?"

A moment of silence.

After a while,

His mother glared at his father, then urged,

"Eat your food."

The meal ended quickly.

Chen Mo walked back to his Room, opened his laptop, and immediately entered a game.

But not long after,

He heard a hurried voice from outside.

"Hurry up, our son will find out soon."

"What's the rush?

Where did you put the shovel?"

"Wasn't it in the corner?"

"No, I didn't find it."

"Then don't look for it.

I'll go borrow one from the downstairs neighbor later."

"……"

What are they doing?!

Chen Mo's eyes showed confusion, but he didn't think much of it and sat back down at his computer to play his game.

Soon,

Another day passed, and it was New Year's Eve.

The sound of firecrackers outside began to ring out early in the morning.

His father also went outside to set off some firecrackers and ran back, hmm… he called Chen Mo to go, but he didn't.

In the kitchen,

His mother began to prepare the dishes needed for the New Year celebration today.

The New Year atmosphere grew stronger.

Chen Mo watched, then stepped forward, ready to help out.

"You can't do this… This is already done… You should just go rest."

After being dismissed,

Chen Mo returned to his Room again.

At noon,

The reunion dinner was ready.

The family sat at the table, looking at the large spread of dishes, and for a moment, no one picked up their chopsticks.

"These fried meatballs are good, try them."

"Mm."

Chen Mo picked up a fried meatball; it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, truly delicious.

Immediately after,

He ate some of the other dishes.

Then… he was full.

Looking at his parents' expressions, they were clearly almost full too.

The meal, which took about half a day to prepare, was finished in less than 20 minutes.

"Eat more, everyone.

The meat hasn't been touched yet, and there's a big bone over there."

His mother said, pointing at the dishes.

Chen Mo glanced at them and shook his head.

His father, however, picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of green vegetable, and ate a bite.

The reunion dinner ended, followed by a busy cleanup.

As dusk fell,

It was already evening; after tonight, it would be the New Year.

Chen Mo sat in the living Room, watching the New Year's Eve gala.

His parents, meanwhile, set up a square table nearby and began making dumplings.

The gala wasn't very interesting; he just listened to it for the background noise.

Chen Mo leaned on the sofa, picked up his phone, entered the company group chat, and then sent a 200-yuan lucky money packet for 20 people.

Not long after,

His phone vibrated repeatedly, indicating new messages.

Chen Mo opened the messages and took a look.

Wei Yan: Chen Zong, Happy New Year.

Wishing: Chen Zong all his wishes come true, a harmonious family, and Tomorrow Group, everlasting prosperity!!!

Transfer: 20000

Li Shen: Chen Zong, Happy New Year.

Wishing: Chen Zong a soaring career and new glories.

Transfer: 20000

Shen Rou: Chen Zong, Happy New Year.

Wishing: Chen Zong good health, peace and smoothness, and all wishes granted.

Transfer: 20000

Yang Dahai: ………

…………

Huh,

Did the transfer amount increase?

Chen Mo looked at the 20,000 yuan transfer amount, paused, then smiled faintly.

These guys still had a bit of conscience.

He then began to check the number of people who transferred money.

19… 20… 26.

A total of 26 transfers.

Each person's transfer amount was 20,000 yuan.

So this time,

He received 520,000 yuan.

His personal assets had already reached 2.73 million yuan.

Hmm!

He was almost breaking through 3 million yuan.

Life was truly getting better and better; it seemed he had turned his luck around.

Chen Mo couldn't help but smile.

According to this luck, his full settlement this time should be promising.

After all, both his current financial situation and the current metaphysics were in his favor.

"Son, the dumplings are made and in the pot.

I wonder if you'll find a coin this year."

His mother walked out of the kitchen.