Chapter 59 Don’t Read Weibo Unless You Have Nothing to Do

Lin Cheng glanced across the room. The door was wide open, and Zheng Shiyan was nowhere to be seen. He wondered if she was cooking in the kitchen.

"Enxi, do you want to come in?"

The little girl shook her head, but she didn't turn around to go back to her home. She just stood in the aisle and stared at Lin Cheng blankly.

Lin Cheng couldn't help but say, "It's very cold outside. Why don't you go back first?"

The little girl shook her head stubbornly and stared at the bowl in Lin Cheng's hand.

"Uncle, you eat."

Lin Cheng looked at the rice cake soup in his hand and asked uncertainly, "Enxi, are you waiting for the bowl in my hand?"

"Yeah."

The little girl responded in a low voice. She still remembered that her mother said that she would take the bowl back after her uncle finished eating.

Looking at the little girl shrinking in the cold outside, Lin Cheng felt both funny and pitiful.

This silly baby.

Lin Cheng couldn't wait to drink a mouthful of the hot rice cake soup, and quickly opened his mouth to hiss and inhale the cold air.

It smells good, but it's a little hot.

"Wow~~~ It's really delicious. This is the most delicious rice cake soup I've had in Korea."

Hearing Lin Cheng's words, the little girl couldn't help grinning.

The rice cake soup was so hot that Lin Cheng knew he couldn't finish it in two mouthfuls, so he just sat down at the entrance.

"Enxi, can you come in? It's cold outside in the wind."

Enxi blinked, tilted her head and thought for two seconds, then moved to stand at the door.

The little girl is like this. She always likes to think about what adults say with her little head first, and then decide what to do.

It's just that her little head is still a little unclear when thinking about problems, so she always gives people a silly feeling.

So, Lin Cheng did something he hadn't done in the past 20 years of Spring Festival: sitting in the entrance to eat rice cake soup, and a little girl stared at him.

Lin Cheng scooped up a piece of white rice cake and handed it to the little girl, "Enxi, have you eaten rice cake soup? Do you want to eat a piece of rice cake?"

"Enxi, wait for mom to eat together."

The little girl shook her head vigorously, and this time she answered quickly.

"Well, uncle will eat it himself."

Lin Cheng buried his head and ate it in big mouthfuls. Although it was quite hot, Lin Cheng quickly finished the rice cake soup under the little girl's gaze.

"Here you go."

The little girl took the bowl and held it tightly in her arms as if she was holding a treasure.

"Wait a minute, Enxi, wait for uncle first."

Seeing the little girl turn around to leave, Lin Cheng turned and ran into the inner room, took out a white envelope, on which the little girl's name Zheng Enxi was neatly written in Chinese, as well as some simple blessings.

Influenced by Chinese culture, Japan and South Korea have the habit of giving children New Year's money, but Koreans are used to using white envelopes with their names written in Chinese.

"Hey! Enxi, grow up healthy and happy in the new year."

The little girl stared blankly at the envelope handed over by Lin Cheng, blinking her eyes and looking a little confused.

"Has Enxi never received a red envelope before?"

Lin Cheng was a little uncertain, "Has your elders, um~~~ that is, grandparents, never given Enxi a red envelope?"

The little girl held the bowl, stared at the white envelope and whispered, "Enxi only has her mother."

Lin Cheng opened his mouth, squatted down and stuffed the red envelope into the little girl's arms.

"Hey! Uncle will prepare red envelopes for Enxi in the future, Enxi should grow up happily."

The little girl didn't say anything, lowered her head and looked at the red envelope in her arms, looking very interested.

"Okay, Enxi, go back and accompany your mother."

The little girl nodded slowly, turned around with the red envelope and the small bowl in her arms, walked to the opposite door and seemed to remember something, turned around and looked at Lin Cheng who was still standing in the entrance, and hesitated to say:

"Uncle."

"Hmm?"

"Happy New Year..."

Lin Cheng laughed, "Happy New Year, Enxi."

Back in the room, Lin Cheng had just sat in front of the computer when the doorbell rang again.

Seeing Zheng Shiyan handing over two 50,000 Korean won bills, Lin Cheng was helpless, "Sister Shiyan, this is the New Year's money I gave to Eun-hee, please don't mind it, okay?"

"I know, so I didn't confiscate her red envelope."

Zheng Shiyan nodded, "This is the New Year's money I gave you."

Lin Cheng: "..."

The little girl looked at her from behind and waved the envelope in her little hand at Lin Cheng, as if she thought that her uncle would be as happy as she was when he received the New Year's money.

Sighing helplessly, Lin Cheng no longer refused and smiled at the little girl.

"Eun-hee, look, uncle also got New Year's money."

The little girl nodded vigorously, holding the red envelope in her arms and grinning.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Lin Cheng called Han Shuyan, who was far away in Ulsan, on time to wish her a happy new year. By the way, Lin Cheng told her the interesting story of receiving the red envelope just now. Han Shuyan listened carefully. After chatting for more than half an hour, Lin Cheng hung up the phone with a little reluctance.

Lin Cheng always felt that chatting with Han Shuyan was very relaxing. She always listened to him quietly and seriously, but Xiao Tong was different. Xiao Tong always couldn't help but confront him.

At one o'clock in the morning, which was exactly midnight in China, Lin Cheng also called Xiao Tong in China.

Xiao Tong's side was very lively, and it seemed that the whole family was gathered together. She said a few vague words to Lin Cheng and hung up his phone.

On the first day of the new year, Lin Cheng was alone at home with nothing to do, so he called his parents and relatives one by one in the morning to wish them a happy new year.

Among them, his mother's phone call made him feel a little dizzy.

"Son, the New Year's money has been transferred to your bank card. Don't wrong yourself outside."

"Hey! I still have lucky money this year."

Lin Cheng expressed his happiness in a dignified manner, "Just send it to me via WeChat."

“There is a limit for WeChat transfers, so I’m too lazy to get it.”

"Mom, how much money did you transfer to me? I still have a lot of money in my card now."

Lin Cheng felt something was wrong, "Don't transfer money to me every day if you have nothing to do. I can't keep up with my spending speed. If you keep doing this, I will have enough money saved after graduation to buy a house."

"How can that be done? You haven't been frugal since you were a child, but don't be embarrassed to speak just because you are alone outside."

Mother Lin said seriously: "Your father and I were thinking, you haven't done anything serious for three years in college, and you still don't have a girlfriend. Is it because the money we gave you is too little?"

Lin Cheng: "·····"

No, what is the purpose of university in your eyes?

Is co-writing and falling in love the right thing?

Lin Cheng sighed, "This kind of thing can't be rushed. I'm really not frugal. It's because you gave me too much. It's so much that I can't even spend it on a two-room apartment by myself."

"No more, no more."

Lin's mother said rationally: "I read on the Internet. Those college students in China are saying on the Internet that seven or eight thousand a month is not enough. I think the prices in South Korea are so high. If you have another girlfriend, the cost will be even greater." Well, shouldn’t I give you more living expenses?”

Lin Cheng was silent for a while.

"Mom, if you have nothing to do, please stop reading Weibo and Zhihu."