He knew that Aunt Tian was such a person, so he counted all the New Year gifts he brought one by one, just to make people jealous.

Youqingwei is now very famous, and these families in the capital must have heard of it.

Sure enough, when Aunt Tian heard what Jiang Xiao said, her eyes dripped at the things Ding Haijing was carrying.

From this look, it turns out that they are all packed with clear flavors. It looks like there are two cans of tea, and a bag of refreshments is filled, which looks like there are six boxes.

She had heard of these things, and they were all ridiculously expensive. She wanted to eat them, but she was reluctant to spend so much money to buy such a bite.

Starting from the end of this year, tea and desserts with clear flavors have quietly become high-standard trends for gift-giving.

If anyone receives tea and snacks with delicious flavor, it will make his neighbors envious.

But no one has made such a big deal like Jiang Xiao, and he can get so many gifts at once.

"Really? So many are all delicious?" Aunt Tian couldn't help but scream, "Then there must be thousands here, right? Oh my god, I said, little girl, is your family opening a gold mine or what?"

If it weren’t for opening a gold mine, would it be so generous to give gifts?

And give red envelopes to the old couple Yang?

What's the relationship?

Jiang Xiao ignored her anymore, took Ding Haijing into the door, and also helped Mr. Yang affectionately, smiling, "Grandpa, although it's the New Year, if someone makes you angry, you'll scold me if you should!"

So what if you quarrel during the Chinese New Year?

Really.

Mr. Yang couldn't help but shake his head and laugh when he heard Jiang Xiao's words.

He couldn't tell that Jiang Xiao was just holding on to their family, just holding on to Xiaotian.

He patted Jiang Xiao's hand lightly and whispered: "Don't pay attention to her, she is so kind, we are all used to it. There are a few unreliable relatives at home."

"Then is it convenient for us to come here at this time?" Jiang Xiao asked.

"What's the inconvenience for my family?" Mr. Yang said and took them into the living room.

As soon as I entered, Jiang Xiao felt that the atmosphere inside was still very tense.

There was a woman dressed in an intellectually refreshed manner and sweeping the porcelain fragments all over the floor. When she heard their voices, she looked up and looked up, and her smile seemed to be a little forced.

"Dad, who are these two?"

This woman must be Yang Zhiqi's wife.

Sure enough, Meng Xinian confirmed Jiang Xiao’s speculation.

She was a little beyond Jiang Xiao's expectations. She looked very young and beautiful, and she was a typical beauty of this era.

If she is placed in that kind of pictorial, she will definitely be rated as a beauty in the 1980s by people on the Internet.

A set of old sofas with white hooked sofa cushions sat a man about 34 or 35 years old, and a woman in her thirties sat next to him. She was dressed very fashionable, with her hair permed and gold earrings.

Grandma Yang didn't see her. Yang Zhiqi was coming out of the kitchen, holding a wet rag in her hand, as if she was about to come out to wipe the table.

Only then did Jiang Xiao find that there were still some tea stains flowing on the table in front of the sofa.

The man with a finger of his face held a cigarette, letting the cigarette float, his face dark.

Jiang Xiao didn't expect that she would encounter such a thing when she came to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year.

"Uncle Yang." She shouted at Yang Zhiqi first, "Happy New Year."
Chapter completed!