The manager of the cafe and several waiters were still there. When they saw Ye Jiaqi and Qiao Sinian coming, they quickly said hello: "Mr. Qiao, Mrs. Qiao."

"You guys are busy, just prepare everything you need to prepare." Ye Jiaqi said, "You can go back after finishing it. Come early tomorrow, thank you for your hard work."

"Not hard work."

Ye Jiaqi and Qiao Sinian walked around and were both satisfied.

Ye Jiaqi has been here many times, but Qiao Sinian hasn't come here much. Today I look at it and it's quite charming.

The cafe is open 24 hours a day, providing a place for busy people in the city to relax.

Ye Jiaqi took Qiao Sinian's arm and introduced him while walking. After the introduction, he whispered: "Don't forget to cut the ribbon tomorrow."

"How dare you forget?" Qiao Sinian rubbed her hair.

Qiao Sinian rarely attends commercial activities such as ribbon cutting, unless it is a high-end commercial and political event, but his wife's store must support him.

Ye Jiaqi took him around for another time before he returned to Qiao's house with him.

Qiao's house is luxurious and peaceful, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it also has a beautiful New Year atmosphere.

The servants were busy, and Xiao Yuzi was playing with toys with a few servant aunts, and Qiao Chengfan laid red paper on the balcony to write couplets.

If you are not satisfied, throw away the ones you are satisfied, and leave them behind. I have written them all for a whole morning, and only two or three are satisfied.

Qiao Chengfan was a little worried.

Qiao Sinian walked in and saw that he was still writing couplets carefully, and said, "How is it? Show me."

"You see..."

Qiao Sinian picked up the words and frowned.

Just as he was about to talk about his brushwork and focus, he suddenly remembered Ye Jiaqi's words and turned the subject: "It's okay to write, it's better to practice it."

Qiao Chengfan was flattered and thought that Old Qiao wanted to tell him again.

Qiao Chengfan handed the pen to Qiao Sinian: "Dad, please write one."

"No one reads it if you don't write it."

Qiao Chengfan:???

Am I a human?

Qiao Chengfan had an idea: "Dad, you just want to call Qiqi to come and see you. I'll go and shout it to you."

"Stop!!!" Qiao Sinian felt that his son was exposed to his little thoughts. He was unhappy.

Qiao Chengfan looked at Lao Qiao secretly without saying a word.

Lao Qiao is so introverted.

If you have any embarrassment, just call Qiqi. He just wants Qiqi to come to see him.

Qiao Sinian walked beside the red couplet paper, bent down and wrote a couplet.

The sunlight outside the window is spread on the red paper, with a kind of peace and prosperity in an ordinary prosperous era, and a tranquility is floating in the air.

Farewell to the old year in the sound of firecrackers, and celebrate the new year in the shadow of the east wind.

Qiao Sinian finished writing and put aside his writing.

Qiao Chengfan looked at him silently, OK, Lao Qiao's handwriting is powerful and elegant, and he has ten Qiao Chengfans away from Lao Qiao.

Qiao Sinian patted his shoulder: "You write a few more pictures and come out for lunch."

"Dad, teach me to write."

Qiao Sinian raised his eyebrows, but Qiao Chengfan was rarely humble. He usually despises his father.

"It's like you are so studious, come on, teach you how to write." Qiao Sinian didn't show off either.

In the sun, the father and son lowered their heads, and Qiao Chengfan's serious look was really carved from the same mold as Qiao Sinian.

Ye Jiaqi is in the kitchen, and the chef is going back to his hometown in the afternoon.

"Madam, is it that we ready for the evening meal or are you and your husband going out to eat?" the cook asked.
Chapter completed!