Chapter 1497 Chinese New Year (2)

"Grandpa, today is New Year's Eve, don't say such things again." Mu Zhilan took the old man's hand and helped him aside to rest.

"Okay, okay, don't tell me. Shuangshuang, there are still a few pieces left to be written. You are responsible for finishing them. Your handwriting is still beautiful. By the way, when will your grandparents come over?"

This year is the first year that Wushuang and Mu Jinchen got married. The Xia family and the Jing family were very thin. Wushuang married into the Mu family, and Xia Ziwei went abroad again. There were only some elderly people left in the family. The three families made an appointment to celebrate the New Year together to be more lively.

Wushuang sat upright at the edge of the sandalwood table and wrote Spring Festival couplets. When answering Mu Baichuan's question, he did not stop his movements. "Mu Jinchen will pick them up in person. They will probably arrive soon."

"Lan'er, go to the kitchen and see how the preparations are going. By the way, make a call to ask Zhiyuan to come back early. It's true this year, the workplace won't have a holiday on New Year's Eve." Mu Baichuan ordered in an orderly manner, which was rare for a large family. Reunion is what the elderly value most.

"Grandpa, don't worry, everything has been arranged. Zhiyuan will be back soon."

Mu Baichuan nodded, stroked his beard, and looked around, "By the way, where are the boys Zhenhua and Yuhao?"

"Grandpa, my father has gone to pay homage to my mother. Haoer is staying at the company for the last shift. I have reported everything to you. Have you forgotten?"

Mu Baichuan slapped his forehead and nodded, "Look at my memory, there is something like that."

From an angle that Mu Baichuan couldn't see, Mu Zhilan's eyes flashed with worry. Grandpa's memory was indeed getting worse. She was worried...

He immediately shook his head again. Zhao Zhiliang had been taking care of him and his body was in good condition. There would be no problem.

"Grandpa, I'm coming back. Hey, sister-in-law, why are you writing Spring Festival couplets? I'll do it, I'll do it. This kind of heavy work should be done by men like us. You can go aside and rest."

Mu Yuhao, who came in cold and dusty, rolled up his sleeves and was about to take over the work in Wushuang's hands.

Before Wushuang could say anything, Mu Baichuan's cane knocked on his body, "Just stay there while you post those big words like a dog. Even if you don't find it embarrassing, I would find it embarrassing."

With an aggrieved look on his face, Mu Yuhao touched the sore spot from Mu Baichuan's knock and muttered, "Grandpa, you taught me my calligraphy yourself. It's very beautiful, okay? It's because your aesthetics are not on the same level as mine." .”

Mu Baichuan wanted to laugh every time he looked at his little grandson with red lips and white teeth. He should be a girl. "Don't go around saying that it was me who taught me to embarrass me. Chen'er can learn it as soon as he learns it. No matter how you write, you are like a dog." It’s like crawling, but I have the nerve to say it.”

"Grandpa also said that you are not partial. My brother is good at everything, but I am not good at anything."

"Okay Hao'er, go up and change your clothes. Come down for dinner later." Mu Zhilan couldn't help but shook her head. Even though this child has not grown up, he is still in his twenties, and his temperament is still the same as when he was a child.

Mu Yuhao just teased his grandfather, but now he obeyed and went upstairs without causing any more trouble.

"Hey, are Shuangshuang writing Spring Festival couplets? Come on, grandpa will write two couplets too."

Hearing his voice before seeing him, Jingbeitang's energetic voice came in first.

"Grandpa, grandpa, dad, mom, are you all here?" Wushuang saw his close relatives walking in from the door one by one, put down the wolf hair in his hand, and greeted them with a smile.