When eating at home, the elderly must serve the table first. This is a great etiquette and must be given priority.

But today is exceptional. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone stayed up all night, and whoever was hungry would eat first, so Zhang Yanming didn’t pay much attention to it.

The old people don’t care. The little baby always has privileges.

"Jiahua also gets up so early? Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Zhang Yanming went to serve everyone with porridge.

"I really think that someone is not happy." Wang Jiahua glanced at her mother. She was called out by Aunt Wang.

"What should I sleep at a young age? I will sleep at night." Aunt Wang didn't care about her little daughter's silent protest.

"What about my sister? Why don't you shout?"

"Nonsense, your sister is taking Zhang Xiaohuan with you, are you taking care of the children? Hurry up and find a boss to marry. You can do whatever you want, and you can see if I still care about it?"

Wang Jiahua instantly bears his head and eats porridge.

Zhang Yanming set up a pot to fry steamed bun slices. This thing needs to be fried and eaten before it tastes delicious. It will become soft as soon as it is put.

"Enough of my second child, stop busy." Uncle Wang greeted.

"It's okay, you guys eat it slowly."

"Hey? Didn't you listen to Zhang Xiaole's voice this morning? Why are you so honest today?" Sun Jiamin was a little curious.

"When I woke up in my mother's arms, I ate and fell asleep. Why did I cry? Xiao Jing had enough milk, and he couldn't finish it. Jiahui was not very full at that time, and she was always not full."

"Oh, I don't know if Hongye can do it in the future. It's a bit uneasy. I didn't have enough milk when I gave birth to her."

"No, what conditions are now in life? It cannot be compared with that time."

The fried steamed buns came up, and everyone took them and ate them. Zhang Yanming also sat down to have a meal.

Zhang Xiaoyue glanced at him for a few seconds, quietly reached out her hand and pinched a piece of steamed bun, and gnawed it happily.

"Don't you want to eat fried dumplings and not steamed bun slices?"

"I, I'll try it and see if it tastes delicious."

"Is that delicious?"

"Tasteful. Hehe."

"Erming can still cook firewood stoves? The heat of this porridge is just right." Sun Jiamin praised: "But I haven't eaten firewood stoves for many years. The food from that time is still better."

"You are tired of living a good life, I don't want that time." Zhang Ma retorted.

At that time, the conditions of Sun Jiamin's family were much better than those of Zhang's mother and father. There were fewer children. If you had less mouth in the countryside, there would be a lot of things to do, especially when you were poor.

It’s not a question of whether you can eat well, it’s a question of whether you can eat well.

"Who could have imagined that he was like this at that time? The only hope at that time was to eat enough and wear decent clothes. What a good life now."

"There are indeed great changes now. No matter what, you can eat enough. Living a life is not a problem. The living standards of ordinary people are constantly improving."

"Yes, everything is fine. It's too difficult to go to school now. The second brother and the others were shocked when they came back."

"There is also a medical treatment. Treatment is expensive now, it takes dozens or hundreds of times to get a bottle of drip." Wang Jiahua interrupted.

"The overall situation is still good." Sun Jiamin nodded.

"The house is getting more and more expensive. In the future, living in it will be a big problem." Dad Zhang shook his head.

"When will you go back? How many more days can you stay?" Zhang's mother asked Sun Jiamin.

"I'll go back to the seventh day of the lunar month, go to work at the eighth day of the lunar month, and it's okay to go on the sixth day of the lunar month. There's a meeting at the eighth day of the lunar month."

"Where is my brother-in-law?" Wang Jiahua asked.

"He has to go to the unit for the sixth day of the first lunar month. The report cannot be too late, it is not good to watch." Sun Jiamin glanced at Zhang Yanhui, and Zhang Yanhui nodded to show that he knew.

"Then when will you leave?" Wang Jiahua asked Aunt Wang.

"I'll go back after fifteen. What are you doing when I go back early?" Zhang's mother made a decision directly.

The two little babies were full, wiped their mouths and ran out. Zhang Yanjun and Tang Jing walked in with Zhang Xiaole in their arms.

Aunt Wang took Zhang Xiaohuan and asked Zhang Yanhui to have a good meal.

This breakfast was like a relay, and the dishes were hot twice. It was past two o'clock in the afternoon after Wang Jiahui and Sun Hongye finished eating.

After packing up, everyone sat down and talked for a while. Then the two little babies remembered the matter of suppressing money. They pulled Zhang Xiaohuan to kowtow to all the elders to greet the new year. Finally, they received the red envelope that they had been waiting for for a long time in their bag.

The three brothers and three families have already agreed to get an investment account for several children, and before the red envelopes are warmed up, they all come to Sun Hongye.

Sun Hongye looked at the two little girls a little reluctant. She stuffed them fifty in their pockets, and stuffed them twenty in their pockets, and stuffed them twenty in their pockets, who didn't know anything and just watched the fun.

The two little girls were happy and pulled Zhang Xiaohuan, who knew nothing, to discuss buying candied haws and marshmallows.

During the New Year, no matter who has a child in his pocket, the clever little vendors have already prepared, and the shouts have floated in the alley since the early morning.

At about three o'clock, Zhang Yongguang and his family came over. Wang Jing's belly was already thrusting, and he looked a little fatter.

Everyone greeted each other and greeted each other, and the four babies were mixed up with a stack of red envelopes.

Although Zhang Feng is old, he is still a child and has gained a lot. He bowed a few times and exchanged several thousand, and happily dreamed that he would be able to celebrate the New Year once a month.

Ma Zhang pulled Zhang Yu to chat, and Manager Qin Zhang Yongguang and Brother Zhang got together.

"Xiaoyu should give birth, and it is dangerous to have a big age if she doesn't give birth."

"Well, I had already picked up the Huan'er before the New Year, and I'll need it once I raise it." Zhang Yu himself has been looking forward to it, but before, he didn't even have a house and was not at ease in his work, so the couple didn't do it.

Manager Qin is a little radiant, and his job will also change this year. Going to Wanping Investment and Merchants is considered to be a formal state cadre after leaving the company.

Although he was considered a cadre and had a level in his rank, he was a company, which was a bit easy to say and had no status.

The couple were very grateful to Zhang Yanming. The changes in the family were brought about by Zhang Yanming.

"What are they doing to Sister Hongye?" Zhang Yongguang asked Zhang Yanming in confusion.

The two little babies handed Sun Hongye all the red envelopes they had just received with Zhang Xiaohuan.

Whose child is not allowed to coax the money to cheat? Why do you look very proactive? You look very happy?

Zhang Yanming explained with a smile: "It's considered a growth fund. When they grow up, they can make financial independence and make a breakthrough by themselves."

"Huh? This idea is good, I have an idea. Photon, learn it, this is a good thing." Zhang Yongguang's father became interested.

"In the future, I will take them to experience the lives of rural children and work appropriately."

"Welcome Jiadong with you at that time, and the children will have to exercise and beat them, so that they will not be afraid of becoming crooked."

"Dad." Zhang Yongle's face twitched, and he looked at his father helplessly. Chengtian and Jiadong seemed to be able to make such a decision. Wang Jing couldn't say anything, but he was really under pressure. What if it was a girl?

Zhang Yongguang's father glanced at Wang Jing: "You don't have to be too careful. I don't prefer boys over girls. Now all girls are the same. I have also called my name, so I just call it that first."

"Really? What's the girl's name?" Zhang Yu was a little suspicious.

"Zhang Wanqi, doesn't it sound nice? The nickname is Xiaowan."

"Huh? It's not Zhang Jiafeng and Zhang Jiaying?" Zhang Feng came over.

"Are you stupid?" Zhang Yu glared at his sister.

"What's wrong?"

"Your niece is the same name as you?"

"What's so great about it?" Zhang Feng then reacted and muttered in a low voice: "Such a old-fashioned name."
Chapter completed!