Because it was the Chinese New Year, the shops closed early. Wu Jue and Lin Jiahe came to the supermarket, and before they started purchasing, the shopping guide lady urged them faintly impatiently.

Helpless, the two had to settle for the next best thing, gave up the rich ingredients, and only bought two catties of flour and meat filling.

In fact, with Lin Jiahe's financial resources, how can it be so laborious, I'm afraid that everything can be delivered with just a phone call. Wu Jue guessed that maybe at this moment, he just wanted to experience the fun of being an ordinary person.

However, she felt that she was really crazy, and actually agreed to Lin Jiahe's Jianyì and went to his house to have a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with him.

Out of the supermarket, it was already dark, Lin Jiahe carried the supermarket's shopping bag and walked in front of Wu Jue. Somehow, Wu Jue thought this picture was very funny. Think about it, how can the president of Lin Zheng Group not feel strange when he carries a bag of flour and minced meat?

Wu Jue thought that Lin Jiahe would take her to the rumored Lin family villa, but he didn't expect his car to drive under a high-rise building near the river.

"Where do you live?" Wu Jue couldn't help but wonder.

He obviously understood what Wu Jue was referring to: "This is my own residence. The Lin family villa you heard about is my family's residence, and I only go back to live occasionally. After a pause, he seemed to raise the corners of his mouth helplessly, "You know, it's not very convenient to live with elders. ”

Unexpectedly, Lin Jiahe's house is not big, it is a very ordinary two-bedroom, and the decoration is extremely simple. The only thing that matches his identity is the location of this house, the top floor of a 30-story building, the whole wall of floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the most beautiful river view in the city.

"Are you sure you can make dumplings?" Lin Jiahe didn't care about Wu Jue's nervousness after entering the room, but raised the bag in his hand and asked.

"Absolutely." Wu Jue came back to his senses and smiled.

Although it is in the south, Shen Tong is from a northern city, and when he was with him in the past, he would occasionally make dumplings by himself, but he didn't really love this kind of food much, but just liked the fun of two people doing it together.

Lin Jiahe took Wu Jue into the kitchen, which was fully equipped, but there was no smell of fireworks. It's no wonder how can a person like him do it himself.

"What should I do?" He asked, no longer condescending.

"Noodles." Wu Jue also commanded as he should, then poured the flour into the basin, added water, and handed it to him. Seeing his puzzled look, he had to patiently explain, "Won't you be able to make peace?" It is to knead the flour into a dough. ”

"Oh." He took the basin with some hesitation, put on his gloves, and fought with the flour.

Maybe it's not, no matter how you knead it, the flour in that pot doesn't clump together. At such a time, Lin Jiahe's forehead actually had a thin layer of sweat. After half a ring, he finally stopped what he was doing, wiped his forehead casually, and shrugged helplessly at Wu Jue.

Wu Jue put down the work in his hand, looked at him, and found that his slightly sweaty forehead, a few sticky hairs, stained with a little white, should have just accidentally gotten it, with his outstretched white hands, it was really funny, where could it be seen that he was the president who was strategizing on weekdays.

She finally couldn't help but laugh.

You see, Wu Jue thought, he is so shameful, he can still be so happy with Lin Jiahe.

When he saw her like this, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, but then he returned to normalcy and said seriously, "I really can't." ”

"I'll teach you." Wu Jue also suppressed his smile and walked to his side.

"It's too dry, you should add some water."

"No, it's too much water."

"Yes, little by little."

……

Under Wu Jue's guidance, the flour in the basin was finally kneaded into a ball, Lin Jiahe turned his head and smiled at Wu Jue, with an unconcealed excitement in his tone: "It seems to be okay." ”

There was a childlike innocence on his face.

Wu Jue thought that she was wrong.

"And then there's rolling dough, isn't it?" He was still smiling.

"Hmm." Wu Jue nodded, pulled off the small pieces of dough, took the rolling pin, and rolled up the dough.

In fact, Wu Jue rarely does such strenuous work, so he is not skilled.

Lin Jiahe watched from the side, then snatched Wu Jue's tools, a little childishly disdainful: "I thought it was difficult?" Look, I'm definitely better than you. ”

Wu Jue didn't bother to fight with him, so he simply took the stuffing and wrapped the dumplings.

To be honest, making dumplings is really not what she is good at, in the past, with Shen Tong, Wu Jue was responsible for eating in addition to making trouble, and rarely showed her strength. Fortunately, I have seen a lot of it, and it can roughly come in handy.

Lin Jiahe rolled out the dough skin, and his interest quickly turned to the work in Wu Jue's hands. He stared hard at Wu Jue's movements for a while, and then tried to wrap it up.

Wu Jue glanced at him, his expression seemed to be the same as usual, cold and stern, staring at Wu Jue's eyes, he was also extremely serious, as if he was using his business meticulousness in this.

It's just that with a little attention, Wu Jue can still see the invisible smile on the corner of his mouth. It was as if, from the moment he entered the kitchen, he had been smiling, very lightly, but absolutely true.

I really didn't expect that this kind of home fun would also appeal to him.

Wu Jue made a lot of dumplings and cooked a full pot, almost forgetting the fact that there were only two people.

"What else should I do on Chinese New Year's Eve?" Lin Jiahe took out the cooked dumplings from the kitchen and asked Wu Jue.

Wu Jue thought for a while: "Generally speaking, everyone will watch the Spring Festival Gala. ”

"Oh." He nodded thoughtfully, put the dumplings on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and turned on the TV again.

A skit was being staged on TV, and the laughter inside attracted Wu Jue to sit down on the sofa.

The skits being staged are as vulgar as in previous years, but they make people laugh. So, Wu Jue stared at the TV and laughed with the audience inside.

It wasn't until the end of the show that Wu Jue realized that there seemed to be a line of sight staring straight at her next to her.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Jiahe, he did not avoid her looking back, but continued to look at Wu Jue's face and Wu Jue's eyes, but he didn't see any aggression in his eyes, just pure curiosity and puzzlement.

"What's wrong?" For his gaze, Wu Jue was really a little strange.

"I thought you were a woman who is not easy to be happy?"

His words made Wu Jue's heart slightly stunned. Yes, she has always been a person who is easily satisfied and easily happy, if not, if not......

Trying to suppress the thoughts in his heart, Wu Jue replied to him: "Don't you think this show is funny?" ”

He sat up straight and shrugged, "I don't think so." I haven't seen this kind of party in many years, so I don't think so. ”

Such a topic made Wu Jue uncomfortable, she hurriedly shifted it, pointed to the steaming dumplings and said, "Eat dumplings, you can only feel like the New Year when you watch the Spring Festival Gala while eating dumplings." ”

He nodded suddenly in realization, and then Wu Jue each served a plate.

She's not a good teacher, and he's not a good student. The dumplings they produce are really ugly, big and big, and many of them are still cracking in the process of cooking. All in all, really bad.

Luckily, the stuffing doesn't taste bad.

Lin Jiahe took the lead in biting one and said vaguely: "Actually, I rarely eat dumplings." ”

Thinking about it, he is probably used to eating all kinds of Western food, not to mention that this is not in a northern city.

"How's it taste?" Wu Jue asked casually.

He didn't eat fast, just like his naturally cultivated gentle and elegant cultivation, he turned his head to look at Wu Jue, thought for a moment, and then pursed his lips and smiled: "Yes, it's like the taste of the New Year." ”

Wu Jue was made to laugh again by his expression, but in the end, he just pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and didn't say anything.

"I didn't expect that I would actually eat the dumplings I made during the Chinese New Year." He said as he ate.

"How did you spend the New Year in the past?"

"In the early years, I was with my family, gathered around a large table, on which was a table full of dishes made by the servants. Over the years, if my parents were with my younger brother abroad, I usually went to a Western restaurant alone and found someone to have a casual meal. ”

"Candlelit dinner?" Wu Jue asked casually.

He seemed stunned, but nodded lightly: "Sort of." ”

Lin Jiahe's emotional world is very mysterious, and there are few scandals, even if a piece of lace occasionally pops up, it is only a little sprout, and it is quickly extinguished. And in this room, there is no trace of a woman staying. But Wu Jue knows that people like him will not lack women around him, at most, they will lack people who really love.

The businessman values profit over separation, how can he need real feelings.

Wu Jue ate more than a dozen dumplings, and his combat power disappeared, but Lin Jiahe, as if he was really eating some delicacies, had a surprisingly good appetite, although he ate very slowly, but a large pot of dumplings was actually wiped out by him, and he was even unfinished.

Time passed unhurriedly, and the program on TV continued.

And Wu Jue suddenly remembered that it seemed that in the past few hours, her heart had experienced a warm feeling, maybe not much, but just this, immersed in this false happiness, made her forget many things for a while.

But how could she forget about jì? How could she forget about jì? Her Shen Tong, how could she forget jì?

She almost came to her senses with resentment, and suddenly turned her head to look at Lin Jiahe next to her, and he was obviously caught off guard by her actions, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?" ”

She looked at him fixedly, then suddenly turned her head to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window, and said inexplicably: "Fireworks." ”

Before Lin Jiahe could react, she had already gotten up and ran to the window.

Large swaths of fireworks rose from the riverside, and they were brilliant. Almost instantly, the tide of memory rushed towards Wu Jue.

In the past years, it was also such a day, she and Shen Tong lit countless beautiful fireworks. But why, those pleasures were as short as these brilliances, and disappeared so quickly that she could no longer hold on.

And now, she can only be in the same room with a stranger, through this glass window, envious and jealous of other people's happiness.

"Want to set off fireworks?" I don't know when, Lin Jiahe has approached, and the breath on his body faintly reaches Wu Jue's snort.

"No, I just think of the days when I used to set off fireworks with others, and I sighed a little."

"With a boyfriend, right?" There was a little teasing smile in his voice, which made Wu Jue very uncomfortable.

"That's right, it's a boyfriend." Wu Jue replied very bluntly.

Her tone made Lin Jiahe stunned, and after a long time, he frowned again: "Did you mention your sadness?" ”

"Yes, I mentioned my sadness." Wu Jue turned his head and looked at him coldly, "I love him so much, but he left me." ”

"Wu Jue." It was as if it was the first time he had called her name.

Wu Jue was steady and affectionate: "Mr. Lin, Chinese New Year's Eve is almost over, I have to go back." ”

After saying that, she didn't wait for his answer, she walked to the sofa, took her bag, and walked out.

"I'll send you." Lin Jiahe walked up from behind, his tone was still as flat as ever.

"No need." She almost ran away, opened the door and rushed out.

Wu Jue thought that she was used to parting, so she learned to be calm, but she didn't expect that when she thought of Shen Tong and faced Lin Jiahe, the tumor in her heart would still grow wantonly, making her panic.