Chapter 411: Contrasting Mom, Her Inheritance

The guest room that the Luo family should have arranged for Hua Huo two years ago was finally arranged today.

"Ah...you two really have a good relationship." Qingyue, who requested to visit Luo Yi's bedroom, saw two neatly arranged quilts on the 1.8 m*2 m double bed. She touched her face with one hand and smiled with squinted eyes.

Luo Yi finally put his mind at ease.

Don't blame him. Put yourself in the mother-in-law's shoes and think about it. Anyone would have high blood pressure if their daughter, who hasn't even married yet, insists on sleeping in the same bed with her fiancé every night.

"Please forgive me, Hanabi, I can't sleep well at night if I don't hold my, my...hand! " Knowing that he would lose the help of Yangtun and lying in front of the Hyuga clan would be a humiliation to himself, Luo Yi still didn't have the courage to tell the truth.

"Why should you apologize? You should say that my family, Hanabi, has caused trouble to your family, especially to you." Qingyue saw through it but did not say anything. Instead, she turned to her daughter with great interest and said, "Don't let Xiaoyi be too troubled."

"I know." Even though Hanabi possessed Yang escape technique, her face still turned red with difficulty.

Fortunately, her mother did not ask her if they really just held hands when they slept at night.

Well, if anyone is to blame, blame Teacher Qin, who always tells her, "You have to keep your man under your control 24 hours a day."

Don't be fooled by the pretty appearance of girls of this age. When talking about boys in private, they are completely outspoken and can be as bold as they want.

In this world of Fireworks, there is the Internet, and the various knowledge that can be obtained through the Internet is enormous.

While Luo's parents were cleaning up the room downstairs, Qingyue pulled the two children to her side and lowered her voice, "Hanabi, Xiaoyi, Mommy was also at this age. It would be best if you keep yourself clean, but if you really can't help it..."

As he said that, he took out a white box of "001" from his pocket.

And it is the same box as the one that Hua Huo bought in disguise at Yuzhou Hotel!

It even comes in a large box of 12!

Luo Yi: “…”

There is no doubt about it, they are indeed mother and daughter, inheriting the same bloodline from generation to generation.

"Don't worry, Auntie. I won't bully Hua Huo before marriage, so there's no need..." Luo Yi raised his hands to politely refuse.

A test, this is definitely a test! What mother would prepare this for her middle school daughter?

"Auntie believes in you." Qingyue's smile made it hard to guess her true thoughts. "I'm worried that Huahuo will be unable to control herself...if this child is like me."

Hua Huo: “…”

No way, at this point, she still wants to add new settings?

That doesn't sound very serious.

Fortunately, this subtle atmosphere only lasted for less than a minute, and Luo's mother's voice came from downstairs, "The Spring Festival Gala is about to begin, you all come down and watch it."

Since our parents were young, the ratings of the Spring Festival Gala have maintained a stable negative growth curve for thirty years. The decline in recent years has actually shown a trend of bottoming out and rebounding, which is regrettable.

This year, the Luo family contributed +1 to the ratings, just to satisfy the curiosity of Qingyue, the foreign guest.

"Okay." She responded, and then considerately stuffed the box of "001" into the second-to-last drawer of the desk, and covered it with a notebook. "Hide it for yourselves. Be careful when you use it for the first time."

Auntie, why are you so skilled?

...

"CCTV~"

"CCTV~Welcome to watch the 20XX Spring Festival Gala..."

The same opening remarks as in decades past came out from the TV speakers, and among the family of five, only Qingyue and her daughter Huahuo were watching with great interest.

Curiosity aside, they really need something with pictures and sounds to distract them.

"Luo Yi, forget about TV and movies, but can this kind of stage special effects really be achieved without using ninjutsu? Or is it an illusion?" Hanabi secretly pulled his clothes.

"It is precisely because there is no ninjutsu here that technology has been able to develop to this level. However, this digital twin, CG or XR technology is not much different from illusion." Luo Yi thought for a moment and answered in a low voice.

As far as I can remember, the fun of the Spring Festival Gala has gradually shifted from soft cultural core to hard technology. There are more and more special effects, and even the actors in the show use a lot of robots, but there are fewer and fewer things that can really make people laugh.

“Without solid writing skills and relying only on exaggerated acting to create laughs, you still have the nerve to call it a skit. It would be better to let Director D write the script.” Luo Yi used the language programs that his parents’ generation would never miss when they were young to prepare the fruit plate.

"Wind Style: Fushin Slash"

The self-cultivation of a ninja is that if he can use ninjutsu, he will never use a sword, even if the opponent is a watermelon or cantaloupe bought from a community supermarket.

Qingyue likes all fruits equally. According to his father, there is no international student from Japan who does not love fructose.

One of the main reasons is that fruits in the island country are too expensive.

"Wow, your knife skills are pretty good, Xiaoyi." If it weren't for the toothpicks evenly inserted into the flesh, Father Luo would have thought the fruit was served uncut.

"Can I let you cut the vegetables for tomorrow?" Luo's mother was also very surprised.

In Luoyi’s hometown, there is a custom of not using knives or other sharp objects on New Year’s Day. It is said that this will offend the lovely Kitchen Devil… no, the respected Kitchen God.

He had never believed in this since he was a child and thought it was just some feudal superstition, until he traveled to the ninja world and was able to talk to the King of Hell and the God of Death.

Even the evil god was killed.

"No problem, I can also perform Liu Maoxing's (Chinese Cooking Master Boy) knife skills."

In fact, Luo Yi is quite good at using ninja tools. According to Itachi's evaluation, his shuriken skills have barely reached the level of his seven-year-old self.

The Uchiha people are all beep kings, no wonder they offend people so easily.

Busy here and there, three hours passed quickly, and the originally intermittent sounds of fireworks and firecrackers gradually became dense.

"There's a fireworks show on the riverside of the Civic Square. Do you want to go and see it? Ah..." As soon as Father Luo made the suggestion, he realized that something seemed inappropriate.

Hinata mother and daughter both came out of the war. The sound of firecrackers easily reminds them of gunshots. Would they feel uncomfortable?

A friend of mine who was an international student from the United States stayed in China during the winter break to experience the Spring Festival, but ended up shaking in his bed all night.

It perfectly demonstrated the effect of "scaring the Nian beast", and in a sense, the experience was maximized.

"It doesn't matter. Let's go."

"Ah? Oh!"

The local New Year's Eve fireworks display only started in recent years. The location is chosen in a square without high-rise buildings. The fireworks are remotely controlled in mid-air by drones, and great attention is paid to safety.

Just in case, there are several fire trucks standing by and ready at all times.

"The good news is that there is no need to worry about a fire. There is no use for Luo Yi and I." Hua Huo held his hand tightly, her pure white eyes reflecting the colorful fireworks.

"It sounds like there's more bad news?" Lao Luo was curious.

"Well... the bad news is," the girl turned her gaze towards him, "there is no legitimate reason to ask Luo Yi for a kiss."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then he burst out laughing, "As long as you want, this reason is legitimate enough."

The two of them were about the same height, so he only needed to lower his head slightly and the girl tiptoe lightly to...

In public, with all kinds of colors flickering, "Pop~"

"That's a bit bold." After eating, Luo Yi gently pinched her face which was as soft as a glutinous rice dumpling.

"Hehe..." Hua Huo smiled innocently, "Mother-in-law, father-in-law... mother, mother didn't seem to notice."

"They, maybe they really didn't notice it, but they could guess it." Luo Yi looked at the elders who were pretending to enjoy the scenery not far away, "Aunt Qingyue, you appeared too suddenly, I didn't expect..."

He didn't expect Huahuo to accept her so easily, but he, as the son-in-law, felt conflicted.

"To make an inappropriate analogy, the feeling of seeing my mother is like a lost child meeting his biological parents. There's a natural sense of intimacy." Hua Huo murmured as he looked at the fireworks.

Luo Yi nodded. It made sense. When Naruto first met Kushina in the Nine-Tails' consciousness space, he quickly became close to his biological mother.

The blood connection is truly magical and hard to explain.

"Well, apart from her somewhat...eccentric style, Aunt Qingyue is really nice."

I heard from an elder of the Hyuga family that although Hyuga Kiyotsuki of the Ninja World had a pair of very pure Byakugan, her physique was not ideal, and she often fell ill, especially after giving birth to Hinata.

For the sake of his wife's health, Rizu had not planned to have a second child, but Qingyue took birth control measures herself...

"Luo Yi, I want a kiss."

"Pfft, good."

"Luo Yi, I still want to use the one my mother gave me."

"No, you don't want to."