"I have a lot of money, can you save it for me?"

Nan Song had a straight face and pretended to be angry: "No, you have to grab the red envelope from me, otherwise I won't let you out today."

Everyone started cheering, "Grab the red envelope! Grab the red envelope!"

Si Zhe couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. Is there any compulsion to grab red envelopes?

Ding Mingyang also laughed and urged his apprentice, "Hurry up, everyone is waiting for you."

Si Zhe had no choice but to be respectful and obey the order. He took out his cell phone and snatched it. The result was that he had the best luck.

Everyone started to boo again, "Azhe must have done it on purpose, deliberately leaving it until the end! No, no, the one with the best luck will also be given a red envelope!"

This kind of scene is not new. Si Zhe was often coaxed to give out red envelopes in the basketball team.

He smiled softly and agreed in a good-natured manner, "Okay, I'll do it."

Before posting, I took a special look at Nan Song.

"Sister, get ready."

"Do I want to grab it too?" Nan Song was slightly startled.

Si Zhe put on the same face as hers just now, "Of course."

"Okay, I'll grab it, please be careful." Nan Song raised his hand and nodded to everyone.

Everyone got ready and stared at the mobile phone screen. They didn't know that this tense formation was about to participate in some kind of hundred-regiment battle.

It’s time to test your hand speed! Get ready——

The moment the red envelope jumped on the screen, everyone's hands were faster than arrows, and they aimed at the red envelope with their fingertips and stabbed it randomly.

After Si Zhe finished sending it, he did not grab it. Instead, he approached Nan Song to see how much she could grab.

Si Zhe just grabbed more than a thousand yuan, handed out 999 and dozens of red envelopes.

Nan Song was lucky, he grabbed it very quickly, but he didn't have as good fortune as Si Zhe. It wasn't that he had the best luck, but... 0.01.

She was stunned.

Si Zhe was also stunned, and then he couldn't hold it back and laughed.

Nan Song angrily gave him an elbow.

Laughter!

The naughty kid actually dared to laugh at his Grand Master Uncle. Do you believe that she has the right skills to serve him?

The lucky ones who grabbed the red envelopes left happily. Nan Song stared at the penny he finally grabbed and sighed quietly. The joys and sorrows of human beings are indeed not the same.

When Ding Mingyang was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something.

"Uncle Master, your birthday is coming soon. How do you plan to celebrate your birthday this year? Do you want to hold a birthday party?"

In the past, Nan Song's birthdays were almost always celebrated at Shiwei Restaurant. In the past three years, she had not been able to celebrate them. But since she returned to Nancheng this year, it was natural for her to celebrate them.

Si Zhe raised his eyebrows and said, "Sister, it's your birthday. When is it?"

"Yeah. June 10th."

Nan Song answered Si Zhe, then turned to Ding Mingyang and said: "I didn't plan to do it at first, but my brothers refused to comply and had to let me do it, so let's do it simply. I'll make a list for you later, and you can help me.

When the ingredients are ready, I will cook a table myself. Then you can just help me with the cooking."

"Okay, no problem." Ding Mingyang responded.

Si Zhe said hurriedly: "I want it too!"

Ding Mingyang glared, "Whatever you want, you can get it anywhere. Your uncle's birthday party is always a family banquet, and no outsiders are allowed to attend. Just be patient and don't cause trouble."

Si Zhe muttered quietly, "I'm not an outsider..."

"You're still talking back!" Ding Mingyang was about to teach his young apprentice a lesson, but Nan Song stopped him, "Okay, okay, what a big deal, as for blowing your beard and staring."

Nan Song raised his eyes and looked at his boss Zhe's earnest eyes, "Then come on, your master is also tired these days, it's time to give him a rest."

Si Zhe nodded happily, "Okay!"

"Uncle Junior..." Ding Mingyang looked at Nan Song hesitantly, and Nan Song waved his hand, "It's okay, Xiao Zhe is one of our own."

Hearing the words "one of our own", Si Zhe laughed happily, and the corners of his raised lips could not be flattened.

After a busy day, Nan Song was exhausted physically and mentally while sitting in the car.

The phone rang, and she opened it lazily. It was a red envelope sent to her by Si Zhe, which said -

This time I am definitely lucky.
Chapter completed!