She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 968 - 843: Super Star 17 (4000)_2

Nowadays, Ning Hao really admires Hua Yan. Look at him, going down the stairs to pick her up and even expertly helping her carry a bag of things.

"Sis, you didn’t have to bring anything just to come over."

Hua Yan couldn’t help but laugh, "You rascal, where did you learn that over the New Year? Here, this is a red envelope from your sister."

Ning Hao looked at her in surprise, "Sis, why are you giving me a red envelope? Aren’t we the same generation?"

"Just consider it as if my mom gave it to you. Auntie doesn’t charge me a guardian fee now, so I feel obliged. Just take it discreetly, I promise I won’t tell Aunt Zhao."

Ning Hao is now 11 years old, and he will graduate from elementary school next year. He can understand his sister’s words, and not only that, he often hears his parents mention Aunt Yan Yue. He also knows that Yan Yue is his sister’s mother, although she is no longer with us, she is forever alive in everyone’s hearts.

He looked at the carefully prepared red envelope from his sister, hesitated a moment, and reached out to take it: "Sis, you have to keep this secret, alright? This is my pocket money."

"Don’t waste it, don’t buy junk food, no game coins, okay?"

"Oh my dear sister, you’re just like my mom! Even your tone is exactly the same. Alright, alright, I promise you I’ll save it, okay?"

"I don’t really understand the things boys like, but I know saving money must start from a young age. Only then can you plan your future expenses wisely. Even though you can’t earn money now, you should at least make sure every cent you spend goes to good use."

Ning Hao squeezed the thick red envelope and openly counted it; it was one thousand yuan: "So much?"

Hua Yan patted his head: "Don’t waste money!"

Suddenly, he felt his sister was nothing like kids their age. Her tone was like a teacher, even more like a parent, capable of managing money independently—remarkable.

Unlike him, whose pocket money had always been tricked away by his mom. He really had to find a place to hide this one thousand yuan.

As they chatted, they arrived home, and Aunt Zhao’s voice came from inside.

"Oh, you’re finally back! Why did it take you so long to pick someone up?"

When she poked her head out from the kitchen and saw what Hua Yan was carrying, she couldn’t help but glare at her.

"You girl, why waste money again? Coming to Auntie’s place is like coming home, why bring things?"

Hua Yan just smiled at her, didn’t refute, and took out the braised beef she made, about three or four slices, all together two or three yuan, with excellent color.

"Uncle Ning, this is the braised beef you all tasted last time. I made it, try it."

"Oh, I thought it was delicious last time, you’re really skillful, girl. I wonder how your mom taught you."

"Ahem-hem, hmm?" Zhao Yun heard this and couldn’t help but kick Ning Zhiyuan’s foot. He realized he had misspoken and immediately looked awkwardly at Hua Yan.

But Hua Yan didn’t mind: "Uncle and Auntie, don’t be nervous. The more you talk about my mom daily, the better it shows the good ties, so there’s no need to worry about me having any psychological problems. I take pride in her, truly."

Ning Zhiyuan sighed, "Yan Yue having a daughter like you is truly her biggest pride. Alright, you siblings go watch TV and chat in the living room, lunch will be ready soon. Yanyan, you didn’t have dumplings over the New Year, right? Try our Northeast sauerkraut dumplings when Uncle shows his skills."

The Ning Family has a great atmosphere; the couple is busy in the kitchen. Ning Hao isn’t idle either, serving her a cup of hot water: "Sis, have some water."

Hua Yan asked him about his studies, then they both started discussing the stars on TV.

Around twelve o’clock, the dining table was laid with six dishes, a soup, and a plate of dumplings, she took a glance, "Wow, how substantial!"

Stewed chicken with mushrooms, blood sausage, stew with pork and glass noodles, pork knuckles, the sliced beef she brought was plated, and there was a plate of jelly meat.

Four hot dishes, two cold dishes, no vegetarian dishes, except for nori tofu soup substituting.

"You rarely come by, your uncle insists on making these big dishes, not even one vegetarian dish."

"Look who’s talking! If I served two more vegetables, you’d say there’s too much and worry about them not finishing."

"And I’m not wrong though, if I didn’t watch you, you’d definitely make it following your Northeast standards, old fellow, that’s so much, how many meals can it last?"

Ning Hao rolled his eyes, pouting, and glanced at Hua Yan: "There they go again. Sis, sometimes I’m really envious of you, having nobody to control you. When I think about it, it feels so great."