That was when Chen Mengtian was young.

Exactly the same face, just shrunken.

It's just that the little boy on the other side can't see that Jiang Zebei is already a teenager now.

The other party's delicate face, red lips and white teeth, wearing women's clothes is enough to act as a girl.

The little girl shyly took the red rope from Jiang Zebei, who was still a child.

Seeing her take the red rope, the boy smiled, his face innocent and innocent.

His smile is so bright that it makes people happy.

As soon as the picture turned, the scene changed.

It's still a little boy and a little girl, and they're writing at their desks.

To be precise, Xiao Zebei wrote, and Xiao Mengtian watched him write.

Suddenly, Xiao Zebei raised his head, smiled at Xiao Mengtian and said, "Tiantian, I'll write your name." ”

Xiao Mengtian's innocent eyes looked at him, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

The delicate-looking Ozawa Kita immediately threw aside the homework left for him by his master, took out a clean piece of paper and laid it out.

He looked up and smiled at the little girl standing beside him.

Immediately, he lowered his head and began to write stroke by stroke.

It was Chen Mengtian who wrote three words.

"Look, is it good?" Ozawa held up the words in his hand.

His words were unabashed, with a tone of praising and pleading.

Xiao Mengtian looked at the clean paper, it was her name, and smiled shyly.

Later, Chen Mengtian saw that in the picture, Xiao Zebei suddenly ran out of the house.

And Xiao Mengtian reached out and picked up the paper left on the table, which was the one with her name written on it.

She looked out the door, but there was no one, so she folded it and put it away carefully.

He then left the house.

Chen Mengtian digested the picture that suddenly poured into his mind, and was a little puzzled for a while.

This Jiang Zebei actually had such a good time with her.

Although he is young, he can also see that he has a good relationship.

Eyes down at the wooden box, the faded red string, and the paper with her name written on it.

Chen Mengtian was a little puzzled for a while.

The wooden box was given to her by her father-in-law, so that she could put the most precious things.

But the things in it will be what Jiang Zebei gave her.

It's easy to think too much about such a move.

However, she didn't know how many people in her previous life, didn't Chen Mengtian like a little white face named Chen Qing.

How could such a move be made?

Chen Mengtian closed the wooden box very naturally and put it back in its place.

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't want to keep dwelling.

Sooner or later, some things will be known, and it's okay not to know.

She didn't care too much, after all.

Turn around and walk to the table in the room, pick up the maltose and leave.

Back in the kitchen, the fire on the stove was already very weak.

Chen Mengtian filled a handful of firewood, put a spoonful of lard, and when the oil was slightly hot, he put the maltose in his hand into the pot.

Originally, she was going to put it all in the pot.

When the last piece was left, he couldn't let go.

It always felt like it was something left over from her previous life, or something in a wooden box.

It's all gone, as if there's something wrong.

Pinching the last piece of maltose, Chen Mengtian put it on the table, ready to put it back in the wooden box for a while.

The maltose in the pot has already begun to melt, and the small yellow bubbles are bubbling up, which looks very tempting.

It makes people secrete saliva in their mouths, and there is a kind of hope that they want to taste it.

Seeing that it was almost done, she poured all the meat from the side basin into the pot and stir-fried it quickly, so that each piece of meat was coated with a layer of sugar.

The tantalizing aroma of the meat has already begun to creep in, and it will be even more fragrant in a while.