Anya Ru was wearing thick pajamas, and slowly went down the stairs, and she listened to the conversation between An Xinran and Tianming just now. Wearing thick slippers, he walked without a sound.

Tianming was startled when he saw An Yaru, "You, why did you come out?" Go to your room and lie down. ”

"It's okay, I'm quite comfortable now, today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, I can't let an old man live in the hospital, right?" After all, I ...... to him Like your biological father, can you understand that? "Don't mess around, don't be coquettish, just convince people with reason, Tianming, and I like her very much.

Tianming smiled, "Yes, yes, it's fine." He tugged at the corners of his mouth. His eyes unconsciously looked towards the door, and then he rolled his eyes again, "Why don't we go out to eat?" I know of a Chinese restaurant with beautiful decoration and exquisite cuisine. ”

Anyara looked at him and smiled meaningfully, "Forget it, it's better to be at home anywhere, or this home." Warm, welcoming. ”

Seeing that Tianming was about to speak, Anya Ru immediately said: "I'll help you, let's eat dumplings today, there are three of us, we will definitely be able to wrap it." Saying that, I can't speak tomorrow, Anyara has already gone over to help wash the vegetables.

"Alas, you can't get wet, just wait in your room, I'll leave it here." Tianming snatched the dish in her hand and said with a frown.

Anya Ru smiled, and did not enter the room, but walked around the door, and after a while, Tianming had already reconciled the dumpling filling. "It's time to start packing." After he finished talking to Anyaru, he went upstairs again, "Uncle An, I'm sorry for your trouble." Can you help me make dumplings? ”

An Minhao's spirit was in a trance, how long has he not experienced the taste of home, since the death of his wife, Wang Liqing's home is extremely luxurious, he has not eaten the dumplings that everyone made together for a long time, the older he gets, the more homesick.

He was a little sad, over the years, he has been taking care of Wang Liqing and An Xinran a lot, so much so that he has ignored his little daughter until now, until he received the news of his little daughter's death, he didn't know what regret was. Now, he just wants to do everything he can to make up for his mistakes.

The three of them sat around the dining table, An Yaru and An Minhao made dumplings, and Tianming was in charge of rolling the skin. Ever since he was with Anyara, he always thought about taking care of her, so his cooking skills have become more and more exquisite.

"Because there is no preparation, I am afraid that the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is a little simple." Tianming said apologetically to An Minhao. Ahn Min-ho is in Tianming's heart, just a guest.

It's just that Anya Ru said: "Don't be too polite, we are all our own family." She doesn't wrap the dumplings neatly.

Tianming laughed, "What do you look like with this dumpling?" Is it a hedgehog? Or rats? He said this, and his eyes were full of love.

Ahn Min-ho saw that his daughter and son-in-law got along well, not only happy, but more importantly, at ease.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. Xinran entered the An family as an illegitimate daughter, so he always felt indebted to her in his heart. She is not very strict and is extremely pampered.

Officially because of this, An Xinran got used to it, developed the habit of selfishness, and no matter what, he never took anyone seriously.