"Brother, the dumplings are ready."

In the blink of an eye, it was the thirtieth of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and in the warm room, Lian Qingjue was quietly looking at a book, but saw his sister open the curtain and bring in a bowl of steaming dumplings.

"Have you eaten it?"

"Yes, I've eaten it." Lian Qingwan grinned, put the tray on the table, and said, "Aunt Rong's dumplings are really delicious, I have eaten three bowls, this bowl is yours, eat it while it's hot." ”

"Hehe, you're greedy."

Lian Qingjue looked at the delicate and small dumplings in the bowl, picked one up with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, and said, "I've eaten the dumplings made by Aunt Rong for so many years, but I still haven't eaten enough." Ah, tell me to go down and let everyone go home early today to reunite with their families. ”

"Let them go a long time ago."

Lian Qingwan sat on the chair and watched her brother finish a bowl of dumplings unhurriedly, and couldn't help but admire: "Brother, you actually look really good." ”

"Heh, why are you so good at talking today?"

Lian Qingjue sneered.

"Childe, the father-in-law who gave vegetables in the palace is here."

Lian Qingwan was just about to refute, but she didn't want Lian Pu to suddenly come in and say.

"Please."

"Even the adults are good, today is the New Year, the emperor specially gives the adults a rich and noble hall, and there is more than one every year."

"I'm tired of my father-in-law."

"Even the adults are serious." Gonggong Xu waved his hands respectfully and said, "It's an honor for the villain to be able to come and deliver food to Lord Lian." Even the adults use it slowly, and the villain has to go back to the palace to restore his life. ”

"Father-in-law walks slowly."

"Ah, do you still have dumplings?"

"Huh?" Lian Qingwen was picking up chopsticks and wanted to taste the extremely exquisite, steaming dishes given by the emperor, but she heard her brother's question.

"It should ...... And then there's it. Do you still want to eat? Then I'll go and bring it to you. ”

"No need, you can eat, I'll take a look."

"Oh."

Watching her brother put on his cloak and walk out of the door, although Lian Qingwen was a little inexplicable, she still paid more attention to the two dishes in front of her.

……

"Aunt Rong, you haven't gone back yet?"

took advantage of the dim moonlight to go to the kitchen, but even Qingjue found that Aunt Rong was still sitting there and kept wrapping dumplings.

"Childe, are you here? Why don't you hold a lantern? Aunt Rong glanced at the person who came, did not get up, and the movements of her hands did not stop, and said with a smile: "Alas, it is me and you Uncle Pu to go back, it's boring, it's better to pack more dumplings, and cook dumplings for you and Miss tomorrow morning." ”

"Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Rong."

"Hey, it's not hard, it's not hard, as long as you and Miss are safe, you'll be content."

"Huh." Lian Qingjue found a stool to sit on by himself, and said, "Why don't you let me try it too?" ”

"Oh? Childe can't make trouble for me. ”

"Haha, don't make trouble, I'll try."

For some reason, Lian Qingjue suddenly became interested, so he got up and washed his hands, and then followed Aunt Rong's example and wrapped dumplings in a decent manner.

"Well, it's a little ugly."

After a lot of hard work, Lian Qingjue looked at the strange-shaped dumplings in his hand and said with a wry smile.

"Haha, it's already good. It would be nice to pack a few more proficiently. ”

"Yes."

Lian Qingjue picked up another dumpling wrapper, summed up the shortcomings just now, and wrapped it again. Aunt Rong put down the dumplings in her hand, and looked at her son-in-law who was very serious, and couldn't help but have a little sour eyes. No matter whether outsiders say that Childe is ruthless or iron-blooded, she knows that Childe is still the kind Childe.

"Aunt Rong, I've wrapped it, please help me cook these dumplings."

"Okay."

Picking up the more than 20 dumplings in Lian Qingjue's hand, Aunt Rong smiled and said, "Look, these are already presentable." ”

"Go find a box and put this plate of dumplings up."

"Childe is going to give this dumpling away?"

"Yes."

Looking at some dumplings in the pot that had been separated from the skin and filling, even Qingjue still felt very happy.

"Childe, the dumplings are ready."

"Okay."

Taking the food box handed by Aunt Rong, Lian Qingjue said, "It's cold, Aunt Rong, go home early and rest." ”

"Okay."

Aunt Rong nodded with a smile, watching the son walk away with the food box, her heart was originally a little strange, but when she thought about it again, she couldn't help but feel happy in her heart.

……

That night, Shangshu Mansion.

"My lord, this is sent by my lord."

"Lady Lian?"

In the study, Gu Caizhi was looking through the file by candlelight, but saw Huaigu walking in with a food box.

"What is it?"

"I don't know, I guess it's food."

Gu Huaigu was also curious, this adult didn't know what good things he would send to his own adult.

"Let's put it there first."

Gu Caizhifu lowered his head again and said.

"Yes." Gu Huaigu put down the food box, "My lord, after all, today is the New Year, don't be too tired, don't be too tired, rest early." ”

"Yes, got it."

After about a cup of tea, he finally finished reading the file in his hand, Gu Caizhi raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, which was a little sour, and saw a very simple food box that was placed aside, without any carving.

"Huh?"

got up and opened the food box, Gu Caizhi saw that the plate was like dumplings, but the skin was skin, the filling was a piece of stuffing, and next to it, there was a pair of extremely clear jade chopsticks.

"This ...... If you let it go for a while, it shouldn't be like this, right? ”

Although he was a little puzzled why Lian Qingjue would give him such a strange plate of dumplings, Gu Caizhi still picked up the chopsticks and ate the dumplings cleanly.

"It doesn't look good, but it tastes good."

Satisfied, he put down the chopsticks, Gu Caizhi leaned on the chair, and said secretly: "How many years have you not eaten dumplings?" Eight years? Or ten years? ”

couldn't help but recall that scene many years ago, Gu Caizhi suddenly clenched his hands, and there was a trace of sadness on his always calm face.