Chinese New Year's Eve has passed, everyone is greeted by a new year, the deafening sound of fireworks and firecrackers that lasted all night has finally stopped, most of the people have gotten up early in the morning, ready to welcome the new year with a new mental outlook, Ji Baimo here is no exception, he got up energetically, about a really good New Year, in his impression there were two New Years before, both with Yan Bai.

In the first New Year together, she stabbed him, fell from a tall building, and the body separated, and he sewed up her corpse with his own hands, and when she was dying, she only left him a word.

After the second New Year, she became a vegetative person, and everyone told him that she would never wake up again, so he waited alone.

Now the third New Year, I finally spent the year peacefully.

The smile on the corner of Ji Baimo's lips can't be concealed now, it's not the elegant and detached smile before, but now this smile is extremely real.

He began to feel that he could be happy, that he had the best people in the world.

Perhaps, the wish made on the birthday was finally heard by God.

In the kitchen, Ji Baimo was busy, because it was not suitable for eating too greasy things in the morning, there was an iron pot on the stove, a little lard was put into the fire under the pot, spices such as cinnamon were stir-fried, and then the chopped green onion and ginger were stir-fried, Ji Baimo picked up the condiments on the stove, added cooking wine, soy sauce, salt and a little fresh chicken essence to the pot, and then added the boiled bone broth to the pot, and slowly boiled for a while over low heat.

Ji Baimo's movements are extremely concise and capable, and when the soup is boiled, he simply blanched a bowl of noodles, the white noodles are refreshing and distinct, after draining the water, he poured the noodles into the bowl, took the spoon, poured the boiled soup into the bowl to thicken, sprinkled with cucumber shreds and minced green onions on the noodles, the color is crispy, very good-looking, a few drops of sesame oil are dotted to outline the fragrance, mixed slightly, the noodles wrapped in the big bone broth soup and the crisp cucumber strips, the taste is refreshing and not greasy, this scallion oil noodles is a refreshing.

Ji Baimo came to the room with this bowl of scallion oil noodles, Yan Bai, who was originally tossed by Ji Baimo, smelled the smell and poked her head out of the quilt, her hair was messy, wrapped in the quilt, she looked soft, and she had no strength at all, in stark contrast to Ji Baimo's energetic state, and the hands that poked out of the quilt were all traces imprinted by Ji Baimo.

Ji Baimo was indeed full last night, and it wasn't until early in the morning that Yan Bai's body couldn't bear it, so he stopped satisfied.

"Momo." Yan Bai's voice was hoarse, it seemed that her voice was overused, and there was some damage, she didn't even want to move, and looked at Ji Baimo with drooping eyes.

Ji Baimo put the scallion oil noodles on the table, and then took Yan Bai out of the quilt, looking at the traces all over Yan Bai's body, his eyes were gentle, the bathtub in the bathroom was already full of warm water, Ji Baimo put Yan Bai into it, cleaning the traces left last night, Yan Bai hung his head weakly, and he didn't even have the strength to speak, and now Yan Bai only had one feeling.

The whole body was sore and weak, and the eyes were barely open, and there was a thick sense of sleepiness and gluttonous insects hooked by food.