In fact, there are some things that are really clear to the bystanders, and the authorities are confused, everyone can see that Wu Ning is interested in Su Junxi, but only Su Junxi himself is not clear.

"It's all settled?" Bai Mengyao asked and laughed, Wu Ning, who was about to become a fool.

"Of course, it's all settled. Alas...... As long as Su Junxi comes out, everything will be fine, you say, why is he so powerful? ”

"Because there is something in the eyes of the lover."

Bai Mengyao didn't know if she was praising people or hitting people.

She is knitting a sweater for the baby, she wants to take advantage of the fact that she still has some time, to knit a few more sets for the baby, if the baby is born in the future, she may not have time, to take care of the baby, to feed, to do housework, she can imagine that she has no time.

Wu Ning leaned over, and she hugged Bai Mengyao. "Yaoyao, can you teach me how to weave these?"

"Okay," Bai Mengyao was very generous, "What do you want to learn?" ”

"The simplest," Wu Ning let go of Bai Mengyao, her eyes looked at the bamboo sticks in Bai Mengyao's hands from time to time, she really didn't understand, everyone is a woman, why Bai Mengyao's hands can knit beautiful sweaters, and her hands can only fight, can only beat people.

"Simple?" Bai Mengyao threw her a ball of thread and two bamboo sticks, "I remember teaching you, scarf, why have you been weaving for many years, and you still haven't woven one?" ”

And speaking of this, Wu Ning is a handful of snot, a handful of bitter tears, "I don't want to, either I haven't finished weaving, or the weaving is too ugly to take out, and I finally knitted it, and I didn't accidentally burn it, so I haven't successfully woven one so far." ”

"No, I must succeed in weaving this time."

"I believe that as long as I work hard, I will definitely weave a scarf," she cheered herself, no matter what, she had to knit it, otherwise, this winter will pass, and the ghost will have to bring a scarf in summer.

And Wu Ning really does what she says, and I don't know where she got such a big decision and determination, now in addition to going to work and eating, she is struggling with a scarf at home, and she doesn't go out to play, let alone play her favorite game, she has been weaving and weaving, although she is tired and uncomfortable, but watching her scarf get up little by little, to be honest, she really feels too fulfilled.

Of course, everything needs to be compared, she can't be compared with Bai Mengyao, Bai Mengyao's hands are born to knit sweaters, look at the small clothes and hats she knits, they are even better than those sold, they are more exquisite than those woven by the machine, and the color matching is also very bright and comfortable, worthy of being a designer, the ability to feel the color is really not comparable to ordinary people, even the gray and dark white color scheme in Wu's hand is also matched by her.

When it was a thread ball, I really didn't feel anything, but after this was woven, I found that this color was too beautiful, neither gray nor old-fashioned, especially for men with slightly white skin, and Su Junxi, just whiter than ordinary men, not to say, he is a little white face, that's because he stays in the hospital all day long, and he doesn't see the sun very much, so it's a little whiter, fortunately, he has been insisting on exercising, so his body is still strong, otherwise he may really become a little white face.

Wu Ning is really determined, not only to learn to knit sweaters, but also to learn to cook with Bai Mengyao.

Although it was difficult to do, she would not either. However, she learned a few simple things.

For example, when it comes to fried noodles, she feels that she can already fry a plate of fried noodles that can be eaten, and it seems to taste quite good.

Come, eat, Wu Ning came out of the kitchen and brought out two bowls of fried noodles, one for her and one for Bai Mengyao.

Bai Mengyao put down the half-knitted sweater in her hand, and she sighed.

"Xiao Ning, I've been eating fried noodles for a week, can you change it?"

"No," Wu Ning picked up the chopsticks and ate, "You know that I will only make this one, unless I learn the next one, otherwise, we will always eat fried noodles." ”

Okay, fried noodles are fried noodles, Bai Mengyao entered the kitchen, and after a while, she brought out a bowl of soup from it, which was a very simple bowl of green vegetable soup, and she poured half a bowl of soup directly into the noodles, so that it became a noodle soup.

Wu Ning snatched the remaining half bowl of soup, and poured it into the bowl for himself in the same way, this time he ate it, and ate it, obviously it was fried noodles, but after adding half a bowl of soup, it felt much more delicious, or a different taste.

She gave Bai Mengyao a thumbs up.

"Clever."

Bai Mengyao didn't feel how smart she was, she just sighed lightly, it wasn't a matter of no choice, she gently stroked her belly, baby, you have eaten fried noodles for a week, is it uncomfortable.

And she decided that she had to do it herself tomorrow, she was really scared of fried noodles.

Wu Ning came to the hospital happily, of course not to see a doctor, she came to find someone.

"What, you're in a good mood?" When Su Junxi saw her smiling and happy face, his mood was also a lot better, still very good, very good.

"Yes," Wu Ning sat down and gave him a large bag of things in his arms, "Thank you for helping me last time, this is what I gave you." ”

"Yes, I'll take a look," Su Junxi hurriedly hugged the big bag in front of him, he is so big, no one has ever given him anything, although he is not bad looking, his studies are not bad, and his family background is not bad, but he just lacks women's popularity.

As soon as he opened it, there was a scarf inside, the color was really good, and he hurriedly wrapped the scarf around his neck, "How is it, isn't it good-looking?" "You know, since he was in college, what he wanted most was actually a scarf, of course, hand-knitted.

This scarf is hand-woven at a glance, although it is not well woven, but he is really in love with death.

"It's good-looking," Wu Ning saw him surrounded, and he was also excited,

Moreover, these whiskers are good-looking, they have to be good-looking, but it took her more than half a month to weave them without sleep, although it took her a lot of time to dismantle the weaving, weaving and dismantling again, but it was finally successful.

"Thank you," Su Junxi felt that his neck was warm, and his heart was also warm.

When he sat down again, he saw that there was a lunch box in the bag, and he took out the lunch box and opened it, it was a fried mein, and he was still snorting.

"You bought it?" He unceremoniously picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, the taste was really good, delicious.