My Life with Narration

Chapter 565 - 556: The Mysterious Power of the East

"It’s New Year, everyone can’t go home, come to my place, I’ll make dumplings for you!"

Watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV, with forced awkward laughter in the front, forced sentimentality in the back, misunderstandings in the middle, and finally a forced reunion that makes a few strangers wrap dumplings together, Su Qing and Su He, the brother and sister, were so embarrassed that their toes were digging into the floor.

Fortunately, both were wearing slippers, otherwise people might think they had athlete’s foot.

When the skit ended, the brother and sister finally breathed a sigh of relief, having made it through another year.

That’s right, in recent years, the skits of the Spring Festival Gala have metamorphosed into an annual beast; only those who aren’t awkward to death deserve to celebrate the New Year, while those awkward to death are resigned to feast on the sidelines.

The siblings exchanged a glance, smiled at each other, and gave simultaneous thumbs up, congratulating each other for surviving another year. Awesome.

But when they turned their heads, they found their dad Lao Su and mom Zhou Hui watching with great interest. Whether it was awkward or not, all they wanted was the New Year’s atmosphere.

When he messaged Shen Yi, he didn’t get a reply. She was probably busy. After all, they had been together for a few months, and held some small mutual understanding.

As for that package, he hadn’t opened it yet, as he still had a lot of work on his hands.

Bang bang bang!

Just then, the originally sporadic fireworks suddenly intensified and sounded very close, right at the entrance of their community.

The exploding fireworks illuminated the entire room white.

"Wow~~~ So beautiful, so beautiful!" Su He, ignoring her flour-covered hands, grabbed her phone and ran to the balcony to start filming.

Su Qing also finished rolling the last piece of dough, stretched, and the dumpling wrapping at Lao Su’s side was nearing the end. The table was full; it surely would be enough to eat.

"Son, son?"

At this moment, the voice of his mom Zhou Hui came.

"What’s up, mom?"

"Are you guys done wrapping dumplings?"

"Almost, just a few left!" Su Qing replied.

Hearing this, Zhou Hui quickly walked out of the bedroom, stood at the hallway, and waved at him, "Son, come here!"

"What for?"

"Come, there’s something good!" Mom Zhou Hui said mysteriously.

Looking at his mom’s expression, Su Qing always felt like he was looking at Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother, convinced she had a trick up her sleeve.

Even though he felt like that, he had no evidence, so he got up, "What’s up, mom?"

He was immediately pulled by his mom Zhou Hui to the kitchen, where she pointed at the newly opened bucket of cooking oil, "Take this, and come with me for a trip?"

"Take it? Where to?"

"Just take it, what’s with all the questions?" With that, his mom gave him a little thump on the head, shoved the oil bucket into his arms, quickly changed clothes, and pushed him out.

"What’s going on, dad?" Su He asked curiously as she came over.

Upon hearing this, Lao Su smiled slightly, "It’s something good, if you’re curious, go and see it, it’s quite fun."

"Really? I don’t believe it!"

"Why wouldn’t you believe it? It’s an old tradition. Hold a greasy oil jar on New Year’s Eve; ’holding greasy’ equals ’getting married’, and you have to run around with it while shouting, it’s lots of fun!" Not knowing what he was thinking of, Lao Su shook his head and laughed.

Hearing this, Su He exclaimed, "Really? Then I have to go and see it, hahahaha, Mom, wait for me!"

Saying that, Su He became a gust of wind, put on her coat, slipped on her slippers, and dashed out, afraid she wouldn’t witness the so-called classic scene.

"Come on, hold it, and run a couple of laps while no one’s around!" Downstairs, Zhou Hui pointed at her good son and shouted.

Su Qing: "Mom, this is superstitious!"

"Nonsense, it’s the mysterious power of the East!"

"It’s not—that greasy oil jar thing I get, but having me hold a bucket of cooking oil is a bit too sloppy, no? Let’s go back and find a jar?" Su Qing deeply resisted.

"We don’t have that kind of jar at home, it’s all the same, after all it’s just greasy, hurry up, run, quick!" Mom Zhou Hui saw no one was around, kicked him, and urged.

"Yes, brother, hurry up, we’re freezing!" Su He stood in her slippers, shivering like a puppy, filming him with her phone, her face full of excitement.

"But mom, I already have a girlfriend, isn’t this thing ineffective now?" Su Qing was trying to make a last-ditch effort.

"You’ve said it yourself, it’s just a girlfriend. If Xiao Yi comes home with you this year, I won’t say anything else, but you two aren’t married yet, strive to get married next year, come on, your mom and I are going to catch a cold out here!"

Seeing his mom about to lift her foot again, Su Qing hurriedly ran away clutching the oil bucket.

"I’m running, I’m running, okay?"

Zhou Hui: "Don’t just run, mutter something while you do!"

Su Qing: "Mutter what?!"

Zhou Hui: "Mutter about what kind of person you want to meet, mutter that you want to get married next year!"

"I want to find a beautiful girl!"

"Louder, didn’t you eat? Put some effort in, shout it out, quick!"

Faced with his mom behind him wielding a rolling pin, chasing him with the appearance of striking him if he dared to resist, Su Qing was extremely anxious.

Taking a look around, luckily no one was there, he closed his eyes, didn’t care anymore, and shouted as loud as he could, "I want to find a fair-skinned, beautiful, tall girl with a great figure, a rich sugar mama who will support me and give me a hundred thousand a month for pocket money, without me having to do anything."

No need for me to do anything

No need for me to do anything.

Need for me to do anything.

For me to do anything

To do anything

Anything

As soon as he finished shouting, the entire community echoed, and he quickly saw with his own eyes lots of people opening their windows and looking out.

"Hey, isn’t that the Su family’s kid?"

"Let me see, it really is!"

"Oh, he’s holding the greasy oil jar already?"

"Looks like little Qing’s mom is eager for grandchildren!"

"Hurry, send our son out for a run!"

"Mom, I won’t go, it’s too embarrassing!"

"Say that again? Little Su is already a big influencer and doesn’t find it embarrassing, what’s embarrassing for you? Do you even have any self-respect? You don’t even have a partner, and you think you have the face to feel embarrassed?"

Soon, the whole community was bustling with activity, and at this moment Su Qing had only one thought: It’s over, I’ve suffered a social death, I have no face anymore!

But amidst all the commotion in the community, Zhou Hui turned a deaf ear: "I told you to say Xiao Yi, not to daydream, go wish for that turtle in the Wishing Pool, and say when you’re planning to get married next year!"

Su Qing: ...

"By...by the end of next year!"

"Not good enough!"

"Next year, October 1st!"

"No!"

"Tomorrow if I have to, okay? Stop hitting, stop hitting me!"

Zhou Hui: "Be serious, run another lap!"

"I can’t, I can’t hold it anymore, I’m exhausted, here, you hold it!" Saying so, Su Qing thrust the oil bucket into his mom’s arms.

"Why should I hold it? I’m not remarrying, what am I holding it for?"

Su Qing: "You can remarry too, uh, uh, I’m serious, try it!"

After that, quite a few people in the community saw a woman holding an oil bucket, wielding a rolling pin, chasing her own son all over the community, with occasional cries of agony.

At this point, Su He was already laughing so hard she collapsed on the ground, laughing so hard she couldn’t catch her breath, unable to move, her phone shaking as she filmed, laughing with a goose-like honk.

Then she sent the video she randomly shot to her sister-in-law Shen Yi.

Meanwhile, Shen Yi, who had just returned home, received the video from Su He and opened it to have a look.

Shen Yi: ...

Watching Su Qing clutching the oil bucket while shouting loudly about finding a fair-skinned, beautiful, tall girl, with a great figure, and a rich sugar mama, preferably one who will support him, giving him a hundred thousand every month for pocket money, without making him do anything, she couldn’t stop laughing.

Others might think he was dreaming in broad daylight, but she knew at once, this was clearly describing her, indeed, her dear brother was just this adorable.

"Daughter, isn’t that little Su? Is that his mom?" Shen’s mom didn’t know when she started watching the video over her shoulder and asked.

Shen Yi: "Uh... Mom, why are you here?"

"Just tell me whether it is or not!"

"It is!"

"Alright then, his dad, next year let Xiao Yi get married!"

Shen’s dad: "No problem, just have them take her away!"

Shen Yi: ...

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