Chapter 1304: Slipping Away

Zheng Jiayi chatted with the same group of people who came to Silicon Valley for a while, which lasted only about ten minutes, and then left the small circle with an excuse.

Among the people who came to Silicon Valley at the same time, she is the one who attracts the most attention now. She often has contact with the company's senior executives and often hosts press conferences, so she enjoys the treatment of the stars there.

Many girls like this kind of treatment, but this is what she dislikes the most.

She wanted to find Feng Yiping and say a few auspicious words, but these foreigners with food in their bellies were completely having fun. They were scattered everywhere upstairs and downstairs, inside and outside the house, and the living room changed. It became a small dance hall, with many people standing there as if there was no one around, lovingly hugging one of them and dancing. She saw Page from Google inside.

But there is no Feng Yiping.

Passing through the crowd who were just holding a glass of wine and chatting animatedly with the people around them, she walked from the front yard to the back yard, but still couldn't see Feng Yiping. Where was she going? Isn't he the master?

Could it be?

She returned to the house and looked at the rooms upstairs with closed doors. This would appear to be a very ambiguous room, could it be?

For example, she could clearly see the girl in the blue skirt just now. As long as Feng Yiping was willing, she would be happy to go back to the room with him, even if she just raised a finger.

However, Yi Ping shouldn’t do it, right?

But, man, I drank some more wine and Jingping wasn’t here, so who knows?

She glanced upstairs again, and suddenly her eyes tightened. The girl in the blue skirt, no, the eldest sister, happened to exit a room. Humph, man! She immediately wanted to throw the wine glass up.

Wait, why did the elder sister open the door next door again?

She watched in confusion as Mayer knocked on the door of another room as soon as he came out of one room, but as soon as he opened it, he quickly closed it with a smile. Judging from the shape of his mouth, it seemed that he said sorry several times.

Is she also looking for someone? Oh, of course I looked for him.

Sure enough, she saw the eldest lady checking all the rooms upstairs, and then standing in the corridor on the second floor looking down. Sure enough, she was looking for him!

Because the tall male companion she brought was sitting on a chair with an ugly face, drinking sip after sip.

Feng Yiping, where have you been?

Before 8 o'clock, Feng Yiping said hello to Mike and secretly followed Owen to Los Gatos. Now he was sitting on the floor in the living room, playing tricks with Vincent.

In the kitchen, Ma Ling was heating the dishes in the food boxes brought by Feng Yiping. The noise was very loud, but the living room was very quiet. The two men sitting on the ground were as motionless as sculptures.

Feng Yiping saw that his son was about to shed tears, and thought to himself that this little guy still had such a strong desire to win, so he pretended that he couldn't help it, closed his eyes for a moment, and Vincent jumped up immediately, "Wow. , I won again!”

"Mom, I won again!"

"Okay, okay, stop playing," Ma Ling took the roast duck from the microwave and "get ready to eat."

She didn't go to the party there tonight. Although she really wanted to visit there, she finally chose to stay at home with her son.

As for taking Vincent with him, he didn't even think about it. The little guy would probably drop his eyes if he called him daddy in front of so many people there.

But, should we tell him that he can't call him daddy when there are many people? That would probably confuse the little guy.

"It's Chinese New Year!" Feng Yiping picked up his son, "Tell me, 'It's Chinese New Year'"

"A... company," Vincent looked curious.

"Yes, New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, is the most important holiday in China, equivalent to Christmas in the United States,"

Feng Yiping put his son on his chair, "Tonight, the whole family will gather together to have a lively and happy reunion dinner."

"Dad will definitely take you to experience China on New Year's Eve in the future,"

The little guy didn't feel what he said at all. He took the fork and pointed at the duck on the table, "I want it."

This is also a foodie.

Feng Yiping rolled him up into a roll with dough and said, "This is how you want to eat it."

Vincent took a bite out of curiosity. It looked pretty good. Then he left his father aside and concentrated on the duck roll.

Ma Ling raised his glass and said, "Happy New Year!"

This was said in Chinese, and it was quite accurate.

"Thank you, good luck in the Year of the Monkey," Feng Yiping touched her.

"Monkey? Is that the one?" Ma Ling gestured on her face. She also took Vincent to watch the parade in Chinatown.

"Yes, next year will be the Year of the Monkey,"

"China is so interesting," Ma Ling said.

This can be considered one of the few traditions we have preserved.

But even so, more and more young people don’t know their zodiac sign, or they don’t know what year the next year will be.

"According to Chinese tradition, what should we do on this day?"

What to do? It seems that later it was simplified to the family having a meal around the table in the evening, laughing or swearing a few words while watching the Spring Festival Gala.

"There are many things to do. Our domestic customs vary from place to place. For example, in our place, we actually celebrate the New Year in the morning."

"There are also some common customs across the country, that is, on this day, Spring couplets and New Year pictures are posted on the door,"

But later on, especially city dwellers, seemed too lazy to do these things.

"The most important thing is that firecrackers will be set off from morning to night on this day,"

Many people want to do this, but more and more places don't allow it.

"After eating this meal in the evening, you must stay up late on New Year's Eve."

Not many families in rural areas know how to do this. As for in the city, after the New Year’s Eve dinner, many people may run to the famous local temples to burn incense sticks or ring in the New Year. The first bell.

"Oh yes, the elders also give out lucky money to the younger ones,"

"New Year's money?"

"It's like a present on Christmas morning here,"

"I want a gift," Vincent called, waving his hand.

This guy really knows how to focus.

"There are gifts, Vincent. Today is a holiday. We don't drink milk. How about some drinks?"

The little guy looked at the drinks on the table and suddenly became excited.

Ma Ling smiled and handed a small glass of orange juice to Vincent, "Wait a minute," but picked up the DV beside him.

"Okay, drink now,"

Vincent wanted something else, so he picked it up and took a sip. Suddenly, his little face, which was filled with joy and expectation, suddenly wrinkled up. That expression couldn't be performed by any brilliant actor.

Her unscrupulous mother recorded this scene completely. At this time, she laughed "haha" and got carried away. "Does it taste good?"

Vincent pushed the glass of orange juice away from him, "I want milk,"

I have to say that when children are young, they are definitely toys that many parents have. They use them as dumbbells, lift them in various ways, and throw them in various ways. The little ones laugh or cry with joy or fear. Parents will definitely laugh to the point of tears at times. come out.

What Ma Ling did is probably what most parents have done, either giving the little ones a sour drink like orange juice or other non-sweet drinks, and then smiling unscrupulously to appreciate the child's expression.

Feng Yiping gave his son a glass of water. This was really interesting. Could you try another drink next time?

And Amanda, you can also let her try drinks other than water and milk.

However, at least for Vincent, Feng Yiping's plan came to nothing, and he didn't know who to follow. He was timid in other aspects, but when it came to things like eating and drinking, he was definitely very adventurous.

After a while, I looked at the glass of orange juice that I had put aside, looking a little yearning for it. I licked my lips, and actually took another sip. Although my face was still wrinkled, my lips were turned up, and my teeth were against it. Teeth, but this time he seemed to have some afterthoughts.

When I drank it later, I just heard a "hiss" sound, but I already seemed to like it.

Feng Yiping remembered that when he was a child, he seemed to like eating green-skinned oranges, and the more sour the oranges, the more he liked them. It seemed that this boy had completely followed him on this point.

This night, my son's attempts and performances were really more exciting than the Spring Festival Gala.

…………

In a courtyard in the capital, red lanterns are hung on the corridor, and large "福" characters are pasted upside down on the pillars.

The staff are busy cleaning up the broken balloons in that area. Firecrackers cannot be set off, so they can only put some balloons on the ground for everyone to step on.

The main room was bustling with activity. The gray-haired but energetic old man sat on the old-looking sofa and accepted the New Year greetings from the juniors.

After the father, four brothers and aunts and uncles, it was the turn of the younger generation, cousins, to bring all the children over and surround the old man.

Xiang Xiaofang looked at the lively and wealthy scene in front of her, and for some reason, she thought of Feng Yiping who was far away in the United States.

Until someone stabbed her in the back. She saw it was her mother and said, "Xiaofang, come here."

It turned out that the old man was calling her.