Aunt Li's son and daughter are all studying and working outside, and she is home alone, thinking that it doesn't matter if she cooks more.

Besides, Hua Ling is very generous to her younger brother, and will give her a sum of money every time.

Although she said no, she couldn't stop her from shoehorning.

Since they have all received her money, they have to get things done for her.

Hua Yu was wearing a black high neck and a black mask on her face, and her big cold brown curls were scattered, cold and proud.

She was holding the fog in one hand and a beautiful cake box in the other: "It's okay, thank you Aunt Li." ”

Fog wears the same black coat that belongs to Hua Li, and the brim of the hat is pressed so low that it is difficult to see the face.

Aunt Li finally breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good." ”

Hua Ling walked into the house and put the cake on the table: "Aunt Li, Wu had my birthday yesterday, I bought the cake, and we celebrated together." ”

Aunt Li was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no, you sisters and brothers finally met, I won't bother, you celebrate, I'll go back to cook first, and I'll bring you food at noon later." ”

After speaking, Aunt Li went out with a smile in three steps and turned around, and after going out, she also took the door for them intimately.

When the door closed, silence returned to the room.

Hua Ling let go of his hand, took off the mask and stuffed it into his pocket, and pulled off the hat for him: "The clothes are dirty, go take a shower, and we'll eat cake when we come out, okay?" ”

The mist slowly lowered his head and tightened his empty palms, as if he was thinking about something, and his cold white skin was bloodless: "Last year, you cooked me longevity noodles. ”

His eyes were hollow, but they seemed to be immersed in the past.

Last year......

Thinking of last year's birthday.

Hua Xuan's body stiffened, her eyebrows twisted, and she was a little speechless: "But it's hard to eat." ”

Then a bowl of gnocchi should not be called longevity noodles.

But he actually finished eating.

In order to prevent him from being poisoned again, Hua Ling made up her mind to buy a cake.

"Don't you like cakes?"

Mist's pretty eyebrows twisted slightly: "You didn't do it." ”

Hua Ling: "......"

Hua Ling's gaze shifted downwards and landed on the beautifully packaged cake.

I thought about the difficulty of making a cake and cooking a bowl of longevity noodles.

It seems to be comparable.

When it comes to cooking, she really doesn't have a talent for it.

The more worrying thing is that he will be taken to the hospital after eating it.

But every time she saw the young man's injured expression, she would relent.

Hua Yan sighed imperceptibly, raised his hand and touched his head: "When I learn it, I'll do it for you." ”

Fog eyes moved: "Okay." ”

Hua Ling took clean clothes from the closet and handed them to him: "Go wash them." ”

The fog lowered his unfocused eyes, took his clothes, and slowly went to the bathroom.

The house is relatively tidy, except for the occasional thing where the chair falls to the floor and the shoe is misplaced.

Aunt Li will help clean up when she comes to deliver food.

Worried that he would bump into it, the room was empty, there were no extra furnishings, and even the coffee table was moved to the balcony.

Usually Fog is very careful not to let others see his eyes.

Aunt Li has never seen him until now, and he took off the white silk.

Because if she sees it, she'll be scared.

Then they will have to move again.

The fog had already scared the three nannies, so much so that they didn't dare to invite the nannies to the house again.