Tomorrow will be thirty, and according to custom, they will go home tonight anyway.

It's been two days since Hu Yaru came, and it was the first time Hu Yaru stepped into Jiang Xuefeng's house.

This is a two-bedroom house, transparent from north to south, clean and bright, and the house is warm.

As soon as she entered the door, Hu Yaru saw a pair of calligraphy words hanging in the living room, "Heaven rewards diligence".

The room is very simple, with a TV on a brown cabinet, a lone water cup on a glass coffee table, and an off-white sofa on a cloth sofa.

As soon as Jiang's mother came back, she was very aware of the current affairs and returned to her house.

Jiang Xuefeng and Hu Yaru sat on the sofa next to each other, flipping through the photo album.

I heard Jiang Xuefeng say that this photo album was specially made for him by his father.

Every year since he was born, his father has taken pictures of him and has written him a letter every year.

Hu Yaru could feel from Jiang Xuefeng's words that he had a deep attachment to his father.

Hu Yaru didn't say a word, quietly leaning on his shoulder to listen to him.

"I took this picture when I was six years old."

The photo shows a little boy wearing a small military uniform with a five-pointed star in the center of his hat.

His saluting appearance is particularly flattering, and his face is full of mischievous smiles.

"When I was a child, I was very envious of my cousin having a military uniform. At that time, my mom used to make me some bib pants or sweaters. Everyone else envies me for wearing good clothes, but I just don't know how interesting I am, and I like the clothes that everyone has. ”

Hu Yaru answered and motioned for him to continue.

"My dad liked me so much, he made one for me himself." Jiang Xuefeng sighed at the photo, "This dress was sewn by my father with a needle and a thread." But my dad's craftsmanship was so bad that after two days of wearing, the pants ripped off the crotch. ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Xuefeng's brows tightened, but his emotions were quickly contained by him.

"I went home and quarreled with my father because I pulled my crotch in front of my children." Jiang Xuefeng fell into memories.

"I can tell you love him!" Hu Yaru tilted his head slightly, his face was sad, he should have missed his father.

"When he was there, I was really disobedient. I wasn't like that before, I was a very arrogant person. Always cause trouble, and none of the leaders in the factory have I ever taken it seriously......"

"You've been so naughty too?"

Jiang Xuefeng didn't answer, he continued to flip through the photo album.

The final album stops at a family photo.

In the photo, Jiang Xuefeng looks like he is in his teens, just like he said, full of arrogance, and his head is about to rise to the sky.

The man standing next to him looked very similar to him now, but Jiang Xuefeng's father had a better temperament than him, kind but detached.

Looking at the old photos, Jiang Xuefeng said with a smile, "They all say that my son is like my mother, but I am like my father." Even the moles on my arms are in the same place as my dad. ”

They snuggled silently like this, Hu Yaru listened to him tell the story, and he told the story.

In the end, Hu Yaru didn't even know how she fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already eight o'clock the next morning.

The sound of minced meat in the kitchen woke her up, Hu Yaru rubbed her eyes, looked at the unfamiliar room, and was in a trance for a long time before realizing that she was in Jiang Xuefeng's house.

The door was closed, and she could see the furnishings of the house through the faint light of the curtains.

Hu Yaru sat up, got out of bed and put on the only pair of cotton slippers by the bed.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Xuefeng was accompanying Jiang's mother and noodles.

The atmosphere was unusually cold, no one spoke, and everyone was doing their own thing.

Hearing a knock at the door, the mother and son looked at her together.

Jiang Xuefeng looked at her with a smile, and Hu Yaru stood at the door a little overwhelmed.

Mother Jiang looked at her restraint and said with a smile, "There is hot water boiling in the kitchen, you go wash up." The bathroom is over there. ”

Jiang's mother pointed out the direction for her, and asked Jiang Xuefeng to go and get a new towel for Hu Yaru.

Although the bathroom and sink in Jiang Xuefeng's house are next to each other, they are completely separated.

As soon as she entered, she pulled the lamp rope open, and a whole mirror was facing her.

In the mirror, Hu Yaru's hair is intertwined and messy.

It was originally curly hair, and it didn't look very neat, and I slept this night, and my head was like the head of a poodle, and I was coaxing.

No wonder she felt that Jiang Xuefeng was laughing inexplicably just now, it turned out to be laughing at her hairstyle.

Sitting together to make dumplings, Hu Yaru was still a little apprehensive.

Jiang Xuefeng turned on the TV smoothly, and the quiet air in the room instantly became lively.

Jiang Mu kept quiet and didn't say anything.

Her son was able to bring the girl home this time, and she was already very relieved.

Originally, she was still worried, afraid that her son would hate her, but she didn't expect that there was room for reversal.

Therefore, no matter what Hu Yaru does, as long as she is a good girl, Jiang Xuefeng can marry if she wants.

She won't stand in his way, and she won't annoy him.

The three of them sat silently, Jiang's mother was very fast, and the speed of rolling the dumpling wrappers far exceeded the speed of Jiang Xuefeng and Hu Yaru making dumplings.

is so skillful, at first glance, he often makes dumplings to eat.

"Auntie, the dumpling wrappers were rolled out one by one?" Hu Yaru looked strange when she looked at it, but she was embarrassed to ask.

Jiang Mu stopped what she was doing, "Yes, we all knead the dough into long strips, then cut it into such small pieces, flatten it, and then roll it out with a rolling pin, and it will be like this." ”

Jiang Mu kept gesturing as she spoke.

Hu Yaru looked curious, "Can I try it?" ”

"Okay!" Jiang Mu let go of her seat and motioned for her to sit down.

Hu Yaru walked over with a smiling face, followed the example of her aunt just now, flattened a small dough with one palm, and then kneaded the edge with one hand, and rolled it with a rolling pin with the other.

It's just that Auntie's movements just now are done in one go, and she is like a decomposition action, turning and rolling, turning, and rolling down......

Jiang Xuefeng sat on the side and looked tired, "Aren't these dumpling wrappers at home at home?" ”

Hu Yaru lowered her head and was particularly attentive, "At home, I roll out the noodles into a large sheet, and then press them down one by one with the lid of the can. ”

Hu Yaru really hasn't seen dumplings rolled like this.

Jiang Xuefeng looked at her serious appearance and shook his head with a smile.