Chapter 46: Christmas (2)

The bustling scene in the steaming kitchen, the servants shuttled back and forth, preparing dinner, cheese pudding, Christmas ham, there should be something, there should not be ... there are.
"Well, the fire can be reduced to a minimum, and then just boil for 20 minutes." After eating a soup with a spoon, the grandmother holding the baby girl just a few months old said.
Although she is only half of her pedigree, her grandmother is a true oriental woman in appearance and words and deeds. Even if she leaves countless marks on her face over the years, she cannot hide her gentle temperament.
"Granny, are you still vegetarian soup?" Angela asked in Mandarin, standing behind .
"It's Xueyi, are your dads already here?" Grandma was surprised when she saw the little girl, and she replied in Chinese.
Although she felt chills at her grandma calling her Chinese name-for her, the Chinese name always reminds her of her gender-the little girl still smiled and said, "We just arrived and I came to see you, of course. And Susu. "
Speaking of frowning at the little baby girl in her grandmother's arms, the little baby who had watched the kitchen quietly became happy, shouted, and stretched out his hands to catch Angela.
"It seems that Su Su is still very sticky. Do you want to hug her?" Grandma said in English with a smile.
"Can I?" The little girl blinked. Although she looked calm, her eyes were full of eagerness.
Grandma bent down and handed the little baby girl to her, Angela immediately took it over, and then couldn't wait to take a bite on Xiao Susu's face. She loved children, especially small babies, in the past and present. She looks drooling, and teasing is really a pleasure. Of course, it is impossible for her to take care of her children. So, to be precise, she likes to play with children.
"Grandma, I saw the plum pile in the garden seems to be much shorter, isn't that what Grandpa asked for?" Angela teasing Xiao Susu suddenly asked.
"Yes, he always asked me not to practice anymore, but how could it be put down for so many years, and finally we took a step back, and I lowered the height of the plum pile to the range allowed by him." Grandma laughed, that was A smile that was clear to her husband.
Angela shrugged and didn't plan to say any more, but grandma asked with a smile at the moment: "I think you shouldn't practice any more, right?"
The little girl who was choked by saliva even coughed a few times. She gave her grandmother a careful look. She still smiled. She didn't seem to mean anything, so she said carefully: "Actually, grandma, you know, I have a lot ... "
But in the eyes of , she quickly gave up the plan of excuse, and said dejectedly, "Yes, I didn't stick with it."
Practicing martial arts is really hard. She can't just stick to Zamabu. This is not as fun as practicing a musical instrument. At first, she was entangled with her grandma to learn Wing Chun, but it was also to fulfill the martial arts dream that every male in the previous life had. But when I really started to practice, I knew how painful it was. Although she had imagined it and was psychologically prepared, the theory was not as good as her own experience, plus she was a girl now, so she had to give up several times.
So far, with her cleverness, Wing Chun's moves have been recorded, and the routines look like decent ones, but they have no energy at all, and they are completely flower boxing.
"Don't insist, don't practice. Girls are very difficult to practice this. If it's just self-defense, grandma can teach you simplified Wing Chun boxing when you get older." To the surprise of the little girl, grandma didn't say much, This makes Angela very depressed. She can be sure that Wing Chun is definitely 100 times stronger than the teachers who opened the apprenticeship in the previous life, which is a pity.
However, Angela has always wanted to know how Grandma learned this boxing technique, but Grandma didn't want to say more, and the family didn't mention it much. She just slammed to know that Grandma's former name was Li, and her brother was in Chinatown in New York. I have a good relationship with my grandma, but I have lived on the West Coast for many years, so I naturally have no chance to ask.
Just wanting to know that the little girl in God's ear suddenly had a pain in her head, and the naughty Su Su was reaching out and twirling her hair to play, she made a grimace to the little baby girl who was screaming, and then still Say hello to Grandpa's grandmother, and hold Su Su out of the kitchen.

Christmas Eve is very pleasant, what else is more pleasant to eat with family members? And the most worrying thing didn't appear-the father restrained himself very well, or the father and grandpa restrained themselves very well, and the two did not talk to each other much.
However, even if the family atmosphere is good, Angela still has her own depression, such as gift packages under the Christmas tree, or accompanying grandpa to the synagogue after dinner to report good news to God's old man and give candy to the choir.
Regarding the former, she doesn't think that there will be what she wants in the gift bag. Probably tomorrow morning, Santa will put a set of Barbie dolls or teddy bears in the socks. It is definitely impossible to deform King Kong, RC car and the like.
For the latter, the old man is a devout Jew, but it is strange that he does not force his wife or children. This is a strange number among the Jews. If the wife and children are willing to accompany him after Christmas dinner every year Just go together, even if you don't want to, even Jared can't say anything, but as long as Angela spends Christmas in New York, he will always accompany him, who will never let the little girl refuse.
"God is fair, Angela, he has given you something, and he will definitely take you away." The old man said to her when he came out of the church.
"Yes, I know." The little girl nodded, indicating that she was tired of watching blockbusters in previous lives.
"Do you like making movies? Angie?" The old man asked suddenly, then sat down on a bench by the street, seemingly tired.
"Grandpa, it's too cold here, let's go back first." The little girl looked at the street, and a lot of snowflakes swept aside and had not melted yet.
"It doesn't matter, my dear, this temperature can't beat me." The old man smiled, and then seriously asked: "Anji, do you like making movies?"
The little girl scratched her head across the hat. She probably understood what Grandpa wanted to say. To be honest, she didn't have an answer, at least now there is no answer. Do you like making movies? Of course I like it, but what if I keep shooting? She believes that she may still need to hone herself now, but in the future it will definitely not be worse than any Hollywood actress, but the problem is here. It is an actress. No matter where she is, women will always be harsher. Moreover, There is an unavoidable problem. But let her give up, she is not reconciled.
"Dear Grandpa, I don't think I can give you the answer, maybe I still need time." Angela sighed and sat down next to Grandpa. "I just wrote another script and voted for Warner, and they invited me to act , I also ... promised. "
"Really, it really is a genius, Angie," said the old man with a smile.
The little girl shouted her tongue, and then heard the old man say again: "I don't need you to give the answer now, Angie, but I hope you can think about it ... if I wasn't too arbitrary, maybe Jedy won't leave I left home and still don't want to talk to me. "
The sigh and regret on the old man's face surprised Angela. This was the first time that she heard Grandpa personally say that. She was trying to ask specifically, but she realized that she had said a little too much, and stopped. OK, let's go back. "Then touched the little girl's head:" Remember what I said, Angie, God has given you something ... "
"It's bound to take me one thing, yes, I know." Angela answered quickly, and she understood why Grandpa was reminding herself, but how did he know that the old God had actually taken her like most Important things. Angela turned to look at the glittering cross on the steeple of the synagogue, which was far away, and sighed in the bottom of her heart.
Then a voice came over: "Mr. Kleist, is that you?"
The little girl and the old man were looking forward at the same time. A family of three stood at the corner of the street. The middle-aged man who was about forty years old was greeted. The old man recognized who he was at a glance. Funner, Merry Christmas. "
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Kleist, you are just fine, but you can't sit in such a humid place." Iffner came over with his wife and daughter.
"What? Grandpa was sick not long ago?" Angela asked, jumping up.
"Okay, dear, it's nothing. People get sick when they get old." The old man raised a hand and said.
"But why hasn't anyone told us ?!" the little girl said angrily with her hands on her hips, and then looked at Effner: "Mr. Effner, what's going on."
"Well, Angie, Effner is my personal doctor, but it's not yours, and it's not a serious illness." The old man said with a bit of smirk.
"No, grandpa, this is an excuse. I guess you must have come to Mr. Ivner's house, so my grandma must not know, well, now, let's go back immediately!" The little girl couldn't help but say, to pull the old man.
The old man had no choice but to stand up, say hello to Effner, and was dragged forward by the little girl. Effner shrugged amusedly and watched his grandparents go away.
"Dad, is that girl Mr. Kleist's granddaughter?" His 10-year-old daughter asked suddenly.
"Yes, what's the matter, dear?" Iffner asked.
"It's nothing, I just feel like I've seen it somewhere." The little girl muttered, her eyes falling on the other side's back.
As if I felt it, the other party also turned around and looked at it at this time. The eyes of the two girls bumped into the air and then separated. Although it was only a glance, this intuition told her that maybe she would do it again in the future. surface.
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