Jiang Jiu looked at his face, seemed to think it was funny, and laughed "poof".

She put her arms around his neck, kissed his thin lips, and said softly: "On the 27th of this month, will you accompany me to see the sea?" ”

Wen Xili pulled her out of his arms, broke a petal of orange from her hand, and said in a slow tone: "Say it again." ”

Jiang Jiu pouted, looked at his face again, didn't know what he thought, the corners of his lips curled slightly, "I'll just give you a promise." ”

As if she had reached some kind of condition, she took his hand, gave him the rest of the oranges, and then turned away in a happy mood.

Wen Xili leaned against the window, glanced at Jiang Jiu's back, withdrew his gaze, and snorted lightly.

Moody, child-like.

*

On this day, Jiang Jiu didn't go to work, and stayed at the Wen family to accompany Mrs. Wen.

Mrs. Wen has been baking at home lately.

A wealthy lady, when she goes out, she has to have a talent that she can handle.

Mrs. Wen loves cooking, but cooking doesn't love her, so she invited a special baker to come and teach her personally, and she still baked a pile of "kitchen waste".

When Wen Xili came back in the afternoon, he saw ginger wine wearing an apron and walking out of the kitchen with a plate of colorful butterfly crisps. When they saw him, they called out to him: "Xili! ”

Wen Xili took off his trench coat, handed it to the servant, and replied lightly: "Hmm." ”

"You taste this."

She stuffed a piece of green butterfly pastry.

Wen Xili frowned, hesitated for a moment, and didn't open his mouth.

"I made it, it's delicious." Ginger wine blinked, she had a little flour on her face, and she also had it in her hair, and she looked silly. "Maybe I'm a talented cook."

Wen Xili glanced at her, lowered his head, took a small bite of her hand, and put it on the tip of his tongue to taste it.

Than do...... It's a lot better indeed.

Wen Xili praised it reservedly: "Not bad." ”

Jiang Jiu pouted, seemingly dissatisfied: "Isn't it good?" ”

Wen Xili glanced at her: "Too much sugar." ”

"It's not delicious if you don't put sugar."

He didn't like it anyway. Wen Xili walked over to the couch.

Mrs. Wen came out of the kitchen.

She's much more exaggerated than ginger wine.

Not only was his face covered with flour, but even his clothes were white.

Wen Xili was not surprised, anyway, don't force him to eat that pile of garbage, even if she blew up the kitchen, he shouldn't have seen it.

Mrs. Wen was accompanied by someone today, and she seemed to have a good time, and she came out with a smile, and praised the ginger wine to Wen Xili while wiping her face: "Xiaoli, the wine is amazing, the first time I did baking, it was all formed, and I was praised by Teacher Anne." ”

Wen Xili was flipping through the news with the remote control, and when he heard the words, he glanced at the ginger wine.

The guy looked proud and raised his chin at him.

Wen Xili retracted his gaze and said lightly to his mother: "Mom, you are too scummy." ”

Someone teaches this thing that everyone can succeed, okay?

Mrs. Wen also studied flower arrangement before.

Later, the floral teacher collapsed and resigned voluntarily.

He was now waiting for when this Teacher Anne would be so angry with his mother that she would leave her job.

People like his mother, who are not diligent in their four bodies, do not distinguish between grains, can't learn anything, can't do anything, and can only be encircled at home as a rice worm.

Mrs. Wen naturally didn't know what her son was thinking in his head, and he was still praising ginger wine's superb cooking skills over there, Wen Xili blushed for ginger wine when he heard it, but Jiang Jiu stood there calmly, accepting Mrs. Wen's praise, as if he didn't know how to write the word modesty.

These two living treasures......

Wen Xili rolled his eyes.

*

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