Yu Feiyin only listened to her quietly.

There are some things he doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand.

Just being quiet when she's a listener, that's enough.

Time flies, and the winter solstice is coming.

There was a light snowfall recently.

A few days ago, Zhuofu began to be lively, it is said that the northwest army is already on the way home, slow for half a month, as fast as ten days will arrive in the capital.

The housekeeper was busy all day, and there was not a moment of leisure.

Qinxiangyuan is not affected in the slightest, and it can be called a pure land.

Chu Lange personally went to the kitchen to make dumplings.

The last time it was a mamma bag, however, I never had a chance to eat it again.

Yu Feiyin is very much looking forward to Chu Lange's cooking.

When it felt like it was about the same, Chu Lan Ge ordered the maid in the kitchen to send it to Qinxiangyuan in a while, and she walked out of the small kitchen by herself. However, after waiting for a while, I didn't see the kitchenette deliver.

Yu Feiyin couldn't sit still and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Poof!" Chu Lange smiled, "What will happen to a plate of dumplings?" ”

"Let people eat it."

"The people in the kitchen won't, and neither will the maids—" Chu Lange suddenly thought of a possibility, and his eyes lit up slightly.

Yu Feiyin also became nervous in vain.

Sure enough, there was a steady and familiar sound of footsteps outside.

Someone sneered and praised as he walked, "Yes, it tastes good, it's more delicious and refreshing than what Ben Gongzi has eaten before." ”

Suddenly, Yu Feiyin stood up suddenly!

Chu Lange chuckled and looked at the hidden door.

Squeak!

Not surprisingly, the door was pushed open, and a cold blew in.

At the same time, a young man dressed in a luxurious brocade robe and wearing a half-mask on his face appeared, but he was indifferent and elegant, but his dark eyes were rippling with a coquettish smile, and his mouth seemed to be chewing something. And in the palm of his hand is a plate of steaming dumplings.

Chu Lange caught a glimpse of the few dumplings left on the plate, and was speechless for a while.

He came all the way and ate dumplings at the same time?

How long has it been?! Will you eat a large plate of dumplings and have little left?

"I'm back." Chu Lange laughed silently.

"How about rushing back before the end of the year and accompanying you for the New Year?" Zhuo Yilan's eyes were filled with a warm smile, and he gazed at Chu Lange gently and intently. As if he paused casually, he asked again, "Do you miss my son?" ”

Chu Lange was slightly stunned.

At this time—

"Nope!" Yu Feiyin clenched his fists and replied loudly in a huff, "Return my dumplings!" Thief. ”

"The surname is Yu, why are you so stingy, isn't it just a plate of dumplings? My son asked the kitchen to make ten plates and eight plates for you. Zhuo Yilan laughed in a low voice, and the words of amusement came out, but he knew very well in his heart that this plate of dumplings could not be worth even a hundred plates, and the taste would be different due to the different people who made it.

But he was jealous.

Extremely jealous, someone can be with her every day, and he can only look at each other from afar.

Grab a plate of dumplings, not too much.

Picking up another dumpling and throwing it into his mouth, Zhuo Yilan swallowed it in two or two, and deliberately put the empty plate on the table in front of Yu Feiyin, "No, this son has already instructed the kitchen to send dumplings over." Ah, I'm sleepy, go get some sleep first. Then he went not out of the house, but into the back room.

No one could stop him, and Zhuo Fox entered Chu Lange's bedroom.

Went straight to her bed, didn't take off her clothes, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Without the army, alone day and night rush back to Beijing, those who fight iron will be tired.