"Have you washed your hands?" Rong's mother, who was rolling the dough with her, picked up the dough as soon as she saw Sang Ji come in, and reminded softly.

"Ahh ”

"Hmm." Rong's mother smiled and nodded.

The place where they made dumplings was moved to the hall, because Li Jiaen said that doing things in the hall looked warmer, and they couldn't stay in the kitchen all the time and moved out.

Sang Ji bypassed the huge living room, went into the kitchen, washed his hands, and walked out, leaning on Li Jiaen, who was wrapping dumplings, and sat down.

Rong's mother, who was rolling the skin, raised her eyes, looked at Sang Ji with a smile and lowered her head to continue rolling the skin.

Sang Ji, Li Jiaen and Su Yuan, who was ordered by Li Jiaen to make dumplings, were all surrounded by Rong's mother, and the deserted Senmu Manor for so many years finally gave Sang Ji a little more of the atmosphere of fireworks in the world when he became an adult.

Rong's mother smiled and rolled the skin faster, and the skin was always unable to catch up with the filling when there were many people.

Sang Ji simply rushed to Uncle Liang, who was on duty at the door, and said, "Mother Rong, doesn't Uncle Liang also roll skin?" ”

Sang Ji said, and showed a cute grimace to Rong's mother, "Let Uncle Liang also come in and help roll the skin?" ”

Sang Ji's voice was not small, and it passed straight through the hall into Liang Bo's ears.

Liang Bo, who was chatting with the young master about those things in the manor, was stunned, and it took two seconds before he received the words handed by Xu Jiamu.

It's just that as soon as the words began, Xu Jiamu turned his head to look at Sang Ji, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smile and repeated to Liang Bo with a slight joke, "Do you roll the skin?" ”

"Huh?" Liang Bo was interrupted and froze in place.

Xu Jiamu's smile deepened, and without waiting for Uncle Liang's exact answer, he shook his head towards the dumpling area and said, "Help roll the skin?" ”

"Okay." Liang Bo seemed to be infected by Xu Jiamu's good-looking smile.

Liang Bo, who rarely laughs on weekdays, also smiled today, turned around and followed Xu Jiamu's footsteps to the dumpling area, picked up a rolling pin and accompanied Rong's mother to roll noodles together.

"Eh-" Sang Ji saw Xu Jiamu washing his hands with the clean water she had just brought out, and was about to stop him from making dumplings when he saw that his face was full of softness, so he stopped what he was about to say.

"Huh?" Xu Jiamu washed his hands, took out a tissue and wiped it, and asked Jin Sangji's eyes, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Sang Ji's frozen face eased, and he smiled with a bent eyebrow.

It's just that before she picked up the next dough, she was knocked aside by Li Jiaen.

"What's wrong?" Sang Ji blinked and was stunned.

"Go over there, it's too urgent here." Li Jiaen raised his chin at Xu Jiamu.

Sang Ji looked up with her gesture and looked at a person sitting on a couch, Xu Jiamu's heart suddenly seemed to be as sweet as honey.

She stood up, walked to the opposite sofa and said to Xu Jiamu, "It's time to change the sofa, the three of them can't sit down." ”

"Really?" Xu Jiamu cooperated with Sang Ji and glanced at Li Jiaen, who was sitting with Su Yuan, "The sofa is quite big, but the people sitting now are too fat to feel crowded." There are no fat people in our family, so we don't need to change it, it's just right. ”

Hearing this, Sang Jile was happy.

Li Jiaen felt uncomfortable in his heart, and twisted up a skin angrily, "What kind of person, I'm driving your daughter-in-law to you, why are you embarrassed to talk about me!" ”

Li Jiaen scooped the stuffing into the skin and asked Su Yuan unconvinced, "Honey, do you think I'm fat?" ”

"You?" Su Yuan glanced at Li Jiaen solemnly, "Well, it's a bit of meat." ”

Li Jiayan: "......"