WHEN THE DOCTOR USES A HACK

Chapter 775: Chapter 775: New Year (Part 1)

If Chen Cang had to describe it, the New Year flavor of his hometown was indeed a bit richer than that of the city.

Of course, that might be because there was no one to spend the New Year with him.

Both are laughing at the TV, but the feeling that comes with the laughter is also different.

When cooking at home, Chen Dahai never minded the trouble; preparing dumpling filling was his specialty, and Chen Cang had loved dumplings since he was a child.

This year, Old Chen prepared three kinds of fillings for the New Year: beef, lamb, and pork.

Chen Cang thought about the chive and egg filling of the Chen Family and couldn’t help but fall into thought: should he really have brought all these goji berries and other things back with him?

Forget it, forget it!

The dean Qin probably doesn’t lack these… right?

Because Nanshan Village is next to the mountain, setting off fireworks and firecrackers has been banned for many years, but every household would build a fire rack in the courtyard on New Year’s Eve, mostly from firewood, which is the New Year fire.

On the morning of the first day of the lunar year, when people light up the New Year fire, it signifies the expulsion of the previous year’s misfortunes and the wish for the new year to be prosperous.

Chen Cang watched all this, feeling both familiar and strange.

While watching the Spring Festival Gala, Chen Cang suddenly realized that Xing Yu had actually appeared on the show this year.

Yang Jiahui clicked her tongue in admiration, “Look how well he plays the piano. In the future, we should have our kids learn to play the piano too.”

Chen Dahai grinned, “Looks like the Chen Family’s knife skills are going to be lost…”

Everyone couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Chen Cang’s grandfather was a chef, even a minor celebrity in the three neighboring villages. He supported the five siblings in the Chen family with his culinary skills.

Chen Dahai was born and raised in Nanshan Village, and Yang Jiahui was from the neighboring village, not far away.

There were five siblings in the Chen Dahai family; two elder sisters, a younger sister, and an elder brother.

The elder brother was successful and did business in Dongyang Province, also considered a celebrity in Nanshan Village.

The two sisters married decently and their current situations were similar to Chen Dahai’s. Only the youngest sister, who worked in business with the eldest brother, married into a good family.

When Chen Dahai’s parents were still alive, the whole family would return to their hometown for the New Year.

Since the elders passed away five years ago, visits to the hometown became less frequent, except for the annual ancestral grave visits to burn paper offerings.

However, Chen Dahai’s elder brother also did it in style, organizing two reunions every year, calling the brothers, sisters, and youngsters like Chen Cang to stay for a day in Jinyang City to gather.

On the second day of the New Year, Chen Cang’s family would always visit his uncle’s home in Jinyang City.

This was one of Chen Cang and Chen Luo’s happiest childhood memories, because their uncle’s house was very large, they could dine in a restaurant at noon, receive several hundred yuan in lucky money, and come back with a heap of snacks and fruit.

As for relatives, it’s not about visiting more often to have a better relationship, but rather keeping it a bit distant and visiting during festivals is what makes the relationship good.

Chen Cang didn’t understand this before, but now he does.

After wrapping dumplings, Chen Cang and his parents started talking about some interesting stories from the hospital, but Yang Jiahui was not at all interested in these stories. Instead, she was very curious about Qin Yue.

Chen Cang could only keep talking about Qin Yue.

Although they were just ordinary stories, Yang Jiahui was extremely happy to hear them!

Especially when Chen Dahai learned that Qin Yue liked hotpot, he immediately stood up and found a notebook from Chen Cang’s grandfather’s time, which had a recipe for hotpot.

This left Chen Cang both amused and exasperated.

The dumplings were wrapped and would be eaten the next morning.

This was a tradition of the Chen Family, signifying an abundant life with leftovers each year.

The next day, rising early, Chen Cang lit the New Year fire. At the bottom were beanstalks, the middle was filled with corn cobs, and the exterior was covered with logs. Once the beanstalks were lit, a roaring blaze would quickly come to life.

Typically, people would add some mulberry branches to the New Year fire, symbolizing the burning away of the previous year’s sorrows.

It wasn’t superstitious so much as it was the common people’s hope for life.

Then Yang Jiahui got up to burn incense, “honoring the ancestors,” “worshiping the mountain gods”… she was busy all morning.

After breakfast, Chen Cang changed into cleaner clothes.

Although he hadn’t been home for the New Year in two years, no sooner had morning arrived than Chen Cang’s childhood schoolmates from the village came over to his house.

Chen Cang was quite popular, and these days, everyone in the village knew that Chen Cang was doing well outside.

Father drove a Prado worth a few hundred thousand, and Chen Cang even had a Porsche.

Chen Cang just followed his childhood friends from the same village and sat at a friend’s house.

But at this age, there wasn’t much mercantile spirit, and even if there was, it was kept hidden in the heart, unspoken.

Mostly, everyone marveled at Chen Cang’s car.

They were all young lads of twenty-seven or twenty-eight, exactly at the age when they adored such things.

Their conversations revolved around marriage, buying homes, and cars.

Now, whether in the village or the city, buying a house and getting married are topics of concern to young people.

Chen Cang just smiled and didn’t say much.

Chen Cang ate at home for lunch, and in the afternoon, he drove with his classmates to make a commotion in Jinyang City.

Eating, drinking, playing, and fooling around.

About a dozen young lads and girls, and since Chen Cang was driving, he didn’t drink alcohol. Everyone sang songs, and in the evening, they found a restaurant. Chen Cang didn’t care much about the price and ordered a bit more.

Those who drank too much were filled with envy and greed, unable to control their mouths.

Nowadays, there was plenty of gossip in the village.

Some said that Chen Cang was going to marry into a woman’s family, or how else could he afford such a nice car.

They also said that the woman must be very capable of something.

Others speculated that Chen Cang was taking under-the-table money, being a doctor with a nice car—as if it came from accepting red envelopes.

However, the young people didn’t utter these words.

But there was still a hint of sourness in some comments.

“Chen, we can’t compare to you. You make tens of thousands in one cut. It’s way too easy for you!” said a classmate who ran a restaurant outside.

Chen Cang just chuckled, nodded, and didn’t say much. It was more than just tens of thousands…

The curious ones even asked, “Chen, I’m guessing your license plate cost more than the car itself, right?”

After all, the license plate with a string of sixes was unique in Dongyang Province, and wherever it went, it stood out.

“Chen, how much money do you make in a month? To afford such a nice car!”

Chen Cang just laughed, “This car isn’t really mine. It belongs to a friend who doesn’t use it much; I just drive it around to show off. Where could I get such a license plate? It’s too expensive, you can’t even buy it with money!”

Upon hearing this, the classmates were satisfied with the answer.

It seemed this response was more comforting.

People prefer to hear lies.

They’re not too hard to accept.

Later on, everyone started talking about marriage, and they all asked Chen Cang if he was with a ‘rich second generation’ or ‘official second generation’ girl.

Chen Cang thought of Qin Xiaotian that Qin Xiaoyuan, and couldn’t help but smile!

Old Qin was about to be promoted to deputy hall level, and Ji Ruyun was at a division level—that should count as ‘official second generation,’ right?

According to Old Qin’s income… that would be considered ‘rich second generation’ too!

But, thinking of Qin Xiaotian’s mannerisms, she didn’t fit the ‘second generation’ label at all!

Chen Cang chuckled and said, “Both, both!”

Everyone immediately became filled with envy and jealousy.

But, compared to those at the hospital, these were still without schemes.

However, Chen Cang didn’t care. A gathering was just that—after it ended, life went on as usual. He knew which people he could associate with and which he couldn’t.

In plain terms, he was no longer in the same circle with those people.

The gathering today was because of childhood friends from the same village, but besides today, it was uncertain if there would be much interaction in the future.

People are like this, continuously integrating into new circles, and then finding that some circles no longer fit.

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