Meng Yan's Transformation

Chapter 542 Drunkenness

"Sweet dumplings symbolize a sweet and happy life in the coming year. That's not bad!"

As Yunqing spoke, she smiled as she looked at Zhan Zixun.

"I'm a materialist, I don't believe in these superstitious beliefs. Zhan Mengyan ate three dumplings with coins inside, I'd like to see how she gets rich! Humph..."

When Zhan Zixun spoke, he puffed out his chest, indicating that he was very unconvinced.

"Zhan Zixun, don't be sour grapes...hehe..."

When Zhan Yingying spoke, she revealed a teasing expression.

Zhan Mengyan filled the void of happiness with dumplings—she ate her fill to her heart's content, only to be captured by the Sleep Monster and made his wife—drowsiness struck.

Zhan Mengyan was so full that she felt like her soul had left her body and all she wanted to do was have some intimate contact with the kang (heated brick bed) – she wanted to lie flat, her eyelids were drooping, this was truly a scene of “food intoxication”.

When the stomach is full, the brain immediately goes into standby mode—sleepiness washes over you like a tidal wave.

"Look, Zhan Mengyan just finished feeding herself until her belly was round and plump like a balloon, and in the blink of an eye, she was lured into a sweet dream by the Dream Fairy!"

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she pointed to Zhan Mengyan: Zhan Mengyan lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) with her eyes gently closed and her breathing even, like a wooden doll. Her hands gently held the corner of the quilt, and her expression was calm and peaceful. Her sleeping posture exuded a serene beauty. Her slightly rising and falling chest, her lightly closed eyes, and the satisfied smile on her face revealed that she was enjoying a beautiful dream—she was sleeping soundly, like a contented kitten.

"Zhan Mengyan, get up! We agreed to play checkers together after eating dumplings, why are you sleeping like a lazy cat after you've eaten?!"

As Zhan Zixun spoke, he lifted the blanket and forcefully pulled Zhan Mengyan.

"Don't touch me, don't touch me, I'm so sleepy... I... I want to sleep... I..."

Zhan Mengyan mumbled incoherently, clutching the corner of the blanket tightly to cover her body.

"Zhan Zixun, are you crazy? Look how soundly your sister is sleeping. How can you bear to wake her up to play chess with you? If you're not sleepy, wait for Zhan Yingying to get ready so she can play chess with you."

As Yunqing spoke, she covered Zhan Mengyan with the blanket again.

"I'm not going to play chess with Zhan Yingying. I don't want her to upset me during the New Year. I'll go read a book myself."

While speaking, Zhan Zixun picked up a copy of "Anna Karenina" and started reading.

"Who would want to play chess with you? Cao Cao killed Hua Tuo—he was suspicious and unwilling to admit his illness. I'm not going to fawn over you. If you don't want to play, then forget it."

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she glared at Zhan Zixun.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhan Mengyan slept soundly the night before, as if under a spell, so engrossed in her dreams that she was completely unaware of the morning light gently kissing her cheeks.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the curtains, and Zhan Mengyan rubbed her sleepy eyes, waking up naturally. She stretched, pouted, and yawned. Her rosy cheeks appeared even more flushed from sleep. Sunlight shone on the blankets, and she clutched them tightly, as if even in her dream she was guarding against an "enemy" stealing her blankets.

"Crackling, crackling..."

The sound of firecrackers jolted Zhan Mengyan awake. She scrambled off the kang (a heated brick bed), quickly dressed, and folded her blankets.

Zhan Mengyan looked up at the window: Zhan Zixun was in the courtyard, tightly clutching a string of firecrackers in his hand.

After washing up, Zhan Mengyan went to the kitchen.

Yunqing and Zhan Yingying are busy.

"Mom, sister, I'm here. What can I do?"

As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she stood amidst the morning light spilling over the stove and the white sails lifted by the mist.