On the other side of the wall, the girl casually stirred the milk tea in the cup, sprinkled a little white sugar like a snowflake, and was quickly swallowed by the liquid that exuded the sweet taste of tea and milk.

Picking up the small teacup, Lou Qingyu squinted his eyes and took a sip slightly, with a little laziness and briskness.

The mellow milk tea slowly entered the mouth, violently washing the taste buds of the entire tip of the tongue, instantly diluting the taste of the steamed cake that was still in the mouth a moment ago, and the fluffy taste always reminded her of those things when she was a child.

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"Xiao Yu, this is the young lady of Auntie's family, her name is Cen Qianqian, you two can play together in the future. The little girl standing beside Deng Jie looked at Lou Qingyu inside the door with a pair of curious eyes.

"Hello sister~" The soft and glutinous and delicate voice instantly captured Cen Qian's heart, and boldly stepped forward to hold the little hand of her beautiful sister, "Sister, you look so beautiful, like a doll bought by your mother~"

Six-year-old Lori shouted with crooked black eyes, "Thank you, sister, sister is also beautiful!"

What a well-behaved little sister!

"Hehe, my sister is still the most beautiful~~" Cen Qian smirked a few times, raised his hand and touched the face of his beautiful sister, "Sister Xiao Yu, you will be my sister in the future, I will be your sister, I will protect you in the future!"

"Okay, sister is so nice!"

The crisp and beautiful voices of the little girls slowly echoed in the space, and the two faces full of smiles were pure and clean.

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"Xiao Yu, this is my mother making me a steamed cake and giving it to you, can you taste it?"

Lou Qingyu, who was tied with two pigtails, happily took the fluffy cake, the light yellow color looked fragrant and soft, "Thank you, sister!"

"You're welcome, let's eat!"

Whimpered, took a big bite unceremoniously, the sweet, soft cake texture was unintentionally Lou Qingyu's favorite taste, the black eyes had already narrowed happily into the shape of a crescent moon, swallowed the small cake in three or two, chewed, and asked vaguely, "Has my sister eaten it?"

Cen Qianqian touched his sister's braids, shook his head with a smile and said, "Sister doesn't eat it, leave it for Sister Xiaoyu to eat." ”

As soon as the words fell, the villain was stunned for a moment, the sweet taste of the cake in his mouth was still left, there was no trace left in his hand, and a trace of regret and pity crossed his clear black eyes, "Sister, why didn't you say it earlier, I'll share half of you..."

"Xiao Yu likes to eat, give it to Xiao Yu. ”

"Sister, you're so nice!" the villain looked at Cen Qian's eyes full of love, "Xiao Yu will learn to make steamed cakes for you when she grows up in the future!"

Cen Qianqian was slightly surprised, and then a big smile bloomed on his face, "Okay, then I'll wait for Xiao Yu to make a steamed cake for me, then you have to remember that you can't give it to others, I want to be the first to eat it~"

"No problem, sister, let's pull the hook!"

The little hand took the initiative to hook the slightly larger little hand, and the pair of black and white eyes were full of firmness and seriousness, as if they were treating a super important matter.

"Hang yourself on the hook, you can't change it for a hundred years!"

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It's just a child's words, but it's deeply engraved in the long river of memory, no matter how long it is, it can't be washed away like that smell.

It's just that the one who kept his promise is still in the same place, and the one who made the promise seems to have gone away.

"Ding Dong"

A message popped up on the screen of the mobile phone, Lou Qingyu pulled out of his thoughts, slowly put down the teacup, saw the familiar avatar and nickname, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise a little.

[Little boss, can I taste the steamed cake you made?]

At the top of the message is the photo sent by Lou Qingyu a few minutes ago, the soft and light yellow seems to be extremely sweet, but compared to the sweet thing in the photo, the person who made it is Shen Ziyi's target.

[No, because this is not for you to eat.] 】

As soon as the message was successfully sent, the man on the other end of the phone did not reply for a long time, trying to suppress the sour water that was about to turn into a sea in his heart, and he was full of vinegar and wanted to ask the girl immediately, who was the steamed cake for? Why can't he eat it?

A certain man surrounded by lemons pursed his lips and looked at it for a while, after all, he was tapping on the keyboard, but his burning black eyes involuntarily revealed a trace of grievance.

But I'm hungry. 】

The girl was at the tip of her fingers, inexplicably a little funny, this fool, won't you find food by yourself when you're hungry? What is hidden in this person's heart, it is already clear at a glance, and before Lou Qingyu can reply, another message was sent.

[I'm hungry for what I think, I want to see you.] 】

Since the twenty-fifth year of the year, Lou Qingyu's small shop has begun to take a holiday, she is not worried that Grandma is busy at home alone, and there are many miscellaneous things during the Spring Festival, so she talked to Wen Qing for a while, and posted a notice of Spring Festival rest at the door.

And someone hasn't seen a girl since that day, no wonder he's like this, Lou Qingyu laughed silently, and quickly replied to Shen Ziyi on the other side, [Room 602, Block 7, I'll make dumplings for you. 】

In less than three seconds, someone's reply popped up in the message box.

[Wait for me]

Someone who has always written punctuation marks carefully, but forgot to add it at the moment, the girl's dark eyes looked at the two people on the screen, and a smile flashed in an instant, as if she could see the figure of the man on the opposite side hurrying through the screen.

"Boom... Boom... Boom"

There was a knock on the door, and the rhythm of the knock didn't seem to be very firm, as if with a little hesitation, temptation, and even apprehension, Lou Qingyu stood up from the edge of the dining table, frowning slightly, who could it be?