Now, in this small kitchen, the faint fragrance of those simple ingredients that could not be simpler has aroused the gluttony in her body, and her stomach has begun to whisper.

She looked at the already reconciled stuffing and asked him, "How much longer?" ”

Yang Minghui stopped what he was doing, met her clear eyes, and showed a satisfied and happy smile: "Come on, go sit down for a while." He wanted to reach out and touch her head, but he thought of the flour on his hand.

Song Shihao put down the cup in his hand, put on an apron, and walked to him: "I'll help you." ”

Yang Minghui's body stiffened for a moment, and tonight's Song Shihao gave him too many surprises, too many surprises, too much disbelief and bright happiness. The heart, scarred by all sorts of things, was healing at a miraculous rate, and it kept vibrating in his chest.

He turned his head and looked at Song Shihao, with a hint of tremor in his voice, but it was not difficult to hear the smile hidden inside: "Will you?" ”

Song Shihao picked up the dumpling wrappers he had rolled out and nodded: "It will always be, but I'm too busy to make it." ”

How could a person like her, who had lived in such an environment since she was a child, not, in order to survive, she had to make more efforts and learn more things to please different people, otherwise she would be abandoned.

The dumpling wrapper in her hand was like a stage illuminated by thousands of stars, but after a while, a beautiful dumpling appeared in the tray.

The smile on the corner of Yang Minghui's mouth grew, and the action of his subordinates rolling the dumpling skin became faster and faster, and when he finished rolling out all the skins, Song Shihao also finished wrapping more than half of the filling.

Looking at the side face of the woman next to him who lowered her head and quietly made dumplings, Yang Minghui's heart moved, moved behind Song Shihao, wrapped his back around her waist, and wrapped her in his arms.

Song Shihao's action of making dumplings was stagnant, and his heartbeat unconsciously accelerated, in this accelerated heartbeat, there was fear, there was fear, but there was also a trace of indescribable heartbeat.

Yang Minghui wrapped his arms around her, rested his head on her shoulder, released the hand on her waist, grabbed her hand to make dumplings, and led her to finish the semi-finished product in his hand.

Song Shihao closed his eyes, trying to suppress the fear deep in his body.

He took her hand, picked up a dumpling wrapper, and held her hand to complete another masterpiece like a child.

"Okay, what's wrong with you today?" He asked, Song Shihao's behavior was too abnormal, and he couldn't help but doubt it.

Song Shihao tilted his head in his arms, and said in a light tone: "I haven't had a complete year for many years, and I want to spend a year quietly this year." What's wrong? ”

Yang Minghui shook his head: "No, I was just surprised, very surprised." I haven't had a full year in years. He smelled the fragrance of Song Shi's good hair, and he was very relieved.

"Where do you want to go after the Chinese New Year? Still going on vacation? ”

Song Shihao nodded: "I will probably leave tomorrow night, and I should be back after a few more months." ”

Yang Minghui frowned: "So fast? Don't you want to eat? Stay at home for a while, and I'll make it for you. ”

Song Shi thought about it for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay." "As long as she goes over for check-ups regularly, dialysis should be fine, in short, settle down for a while, she is afraid of exposure if she is too anxious.