The service of five-star hotels is still acceptable, especially for important customers like Liu Rong, who can basically meet all reasonable requirements.

Liu Rong had already ordered his meal, and the hotel sent it to his suite as quickly as possible.

Do it to the highest standards.

This is his New Year's Eve dinner.

Lonely king, it’s time to eat.

On TV, the Spring Festival Gala is still going on, accompanying people across the country to spend this festive time together, no matter you are poor or rich, whether you are sick or healthy.

…

On the Spring Festival Gala stage, the sketch "Selling Cars" has already arrived.

As soon as Chef Fan, who was tricked into buying a kid last year, appeared, the audience burst into applause and cheers.

The barrage in the online live broadcast room also flew up:

"Here comes the big head?"

"Yo yo yo, finally updated!"

"Grandpa, grandpa, the sketch you are following has been updated!"

"Awesome! Did the sketch become a TV series? It is updated every year!"

Chef Fan briefly showed his face and said to the audience with a smile: "I bought a crutch last year. I was so cowardly that I lost my job and lost my partner. I don't believe in this spirit. If others can make me suffer, I can't let others go to the hospital."

When? This year I will also sell crutches. Those who come from south to north, please pay attention! Pay attention to your legs! Check if there is anything wrong with your legs! If you are not sick, take two steps! When you get over the illness, I will sell the abduct to you! I am crutched

!Turned!"

"Hahaha..." The audience immediately laughed when they thought of last year's sketch "Selling Kidnappings".

Then, the big liar couple also appeared from the other side of the stage.

The audience once again applauded and cheered for the veteran artists.

"There are many ways to get rich. Last year you sold crutches and this year you sell cars! If you sell cars, who will buy them..." the big liar's wife pushed a wheelchair and yelled. They actually changed the bicycle they had cheated from Chef Fan at last year's Spring Festival Gala into

Got a wheelchair.

At this time, the cheating wife saw Chef Fan.

"Hey, isn't this a big head and a thick neck?"

The big liar quickly grabbed her and whispered: "Don't worry, wheelchairs are on sale this time."

"What are you talking about? My legs are healed!"

"My legs are fine. Last year, my legs were fine. Didn't I just pretend to be lame? This year, look at how I persuaded him to get on the bus."

…

"666 has started!"

"Teacher Cao, you are starting again."

"Hahaha, I couldn't help but start laughing."

"If you're not sick, take two steps. If you're not sick, take two steps!"

Liu Rong couldn't help but laugh when he saw the barrages posted by various troll netizens, while eating a piece of Australian lobster for himself.

This year Han Lan is not around, no one is trying to compete with him for food, and all the delicious food on the table belongs to him.

If it had been in previous years, I probably wouldn't have been able to eat so calmly. If I moved a little slower, the father and son of the old Han family would have finished the food.

Being alone is pretty good.

"Hahaha, damn, one plus one equals three if the calculation is wrong."

"It's so funny!"

"There's a monkey riding on the tree, and there's a monkey on the ground... Pfft, how did Han Lan come up with this script? Oops, I'm so embarrassed."

Liu Rong burst out laughing and quickly took out a piece of paper to wipe his face.

I woke up with a runny nose on the way.

"call……"

Liu Rong raised his head and took a deep breath, then poured himself a glass of red wine with a smile, held it up and shook it slightly, watching the hilarious sketches on TV, and laughed along with the audience.

At least this way, the apartment won't look empty.

…

…

Lin'an Qiansui Tower.

Han Lan found a reason to pull Xia Ningxuan out.

"What's wrong?"

"That's what auntie asked about just now." Han Lan said a little shyly, "Xia... um, Xuan'er, what do you think?"

"How else can I look? It's up to you. Wait a minute, what do you want to call me?"

Han Lan smiled sheepishly at her and said, "Xuan'er~"

Xia Ningxuan had goosebumps all over her body: "Why did you suddenly change your name?"

Han Lan said coyly: "Isn't it because I always call you Teacher Xia and mess up the seniority... How about Xuan~er, do you like this new nickname?"

"Please act normal to me!"

Xia Ningxuan silently helped him stand up straight. Seeing him like this, there was no need to think that Han Yiping must have taught him.

I really admired this father and son duo.

"Is this what your dad used to call your mom? And he also twisted his body and blinked his eyes quickly?"

"Ah, yes, how did you know?"

"..." Xia Ningxuan.

"Why, you don't like it?"

"It's okay, let's talk about what happened just now. I thought you were running out for something, but it turned out that you were struggling with this matter. My mother just asked casually. If you don't know, just say you don't know. It's okay.

Yes." Xia Ningxuan said.

"No, it's not good for me to hold it up like this, so I just want to ask about your attitude..."

"Ask me? I don't know." Xia Ningxuan teased him deliberately.

"Ah? Then will you marry me?"

"Are you proposing?"

"That's right."

Xia Ningxuan pinched his nose: "It's too perfunctory. Let's go back to the box. It's almost time for Teacher Cao's sketch."

"Hey? Wait a minute, Teacher Xia, bah, Xuan~er~, what do you mean? What will I say when your parents ask you again later? Hey~ Hey! Just wait for me..."

Han Lan's head hurt and she felt too tired talking to girls.

In the past, the mercenary team sat down to hold a meeting and negotiate. Should they do this? Just do it. If not, don't do it. How simple is that?

We are all our own people, why do we deal with those who go around here and there?

The two returned to the box, and as expected, the Spring Festival Gala had already progressed to Teacher Cao's sketch "Selling Cars".

The performance on TV made the three elders burst into laughter. When they saw the two returning, they were invited to sit down.

"Han Lan, did you write this script? You are so talented," Xuan's mother praised with a smile.

"Hahaha, write whatever you want, write whatever you want." Han Lan smiled absently, hesitated again and again, and asked tentatively: "Auntie, it's my marriage to Xuan'er..."

The laughter in the box suddenly stopped, and everyone looked at him again.

Han Lan smiled awkwardly, unable to speak any further.

What are you doing?

Coming again?

"Han Lan? What happened? What happened to your marriage to A-Xuan?" Xuan's mother asked with a smile.

"That's it... let's think about it and think about it later." Han Lan replied bravely.

"ah?"

The atmosphere in the box was a little weird.

"Ahem." Han Yiping couldn't help coughing twice, stood up and said, "I'm going to the toilet."

As he was leaving, he winked at Han Lan. Han Lan also noticed it and hurriedly followed her.

…
To be continued...