Asked by Yan Xiaoji, Shu Yin quietly turned around in her heart, "She and I are actually on the same side, because we look a little alike, so we chatted a few words and admired each other very much." But I didn't ask about the rest. ”

Yan Xiaowei stared at her tightly, judging the truth of her words.

Shu Yin sighed, lowered her eyes to hide the panic in her eyes, rubbed the corners of her eyes with her hand pretendedly, and choked up, "She's so young to ...... It's a shame that we're all studying medicine. ”

Yan Xiaojian saw that her sad emotions seemed to be true, and retracted his thoughts, "What kind of battlefield are girls on?" ”

Shu Yin was a little unconvinced, "Why can't girls go to the battlefield, if Bai Ning doesn't go to the battlefield, you don't know if you can live." ”

Yan Xiaoji looked at her deeply and didn't say anything.

Shu Yin looked at the sun outside, closed the book and put it back on the shelf, "Didn't you say Bao Baozi?" Let's go. ”

Yan Xiaoji raised his eyebrows and looked at her like a monster, "You asked me to make buns?" ”

Shu Yin showed a bright smile, "Yes, making buns is for pastime, to experience a warm life, not just to eat." ”

Yan Xiaowei was stabbed by her smile like a blooming flower, and involuntarily stood up and followed her downstairs.

Sure enough, Chef Northwest and Aunt Qian were already alive.

Now it is not only the three masters who live here, but also the guards of Xia Ren and Yan Xiaoji, who are almost 30 people, and it is impossible to pull them down if they really want to make buns.

The Northwest chef said that Yan Xiaoji, these guards are very edible, and one person can eat thirty steamed buns, so how many steamed buns are enough.

Originally, there was a good mutton prepared for Yan Xiaowei to eat every day, in order to make steamed buns, the northwest hurriedly went to the market just now to buy a lot of mutton, which would be working hard to chop the meat filling.

Ling Fei was also busy working on the side, sticking flour and noodles all over his hands, kneading the noodles with the strength of milk.

Aunt Qian was washing cabbage, preparing Shu Yin's favorite cabbage-stuffed buns, looking at Ling Fei's spoiled face, one would say don't be tired, and the other would say don't stain your clothes.

Ling Feile shouted, "I won't be tired, my body is just to exercise so that I won't get sick again." ”

"Okay, but you have to take it easy."

"Aunt Qian, don't worry about me, I'm a man, I want to protect my sister."

Shu Yin and Yan Xiaoji, who had been standing at the door of the kitchen and watching the happy and warm scene, were moved.

"You hurt Ling Fei a lot." Yan Xiaowei said in a low voice.

Shu Yin rubbed her eyes that were a little astringent, "My brother is my only relative, who does he hurt if I don't hurt him?" ”

"You used to be like this at home?"

Shu Yin smiled bitterly, "In the Shu family before, our brothers and sisters were like rats crossing the street. ”

Yan Xiaoji's eyes sank.

"Sister, you're finally here, look at me together." Ling Fei noticed them, turned his head to see Shu Yin, and waved his hands excitedly, and the flour and noodles were thrown everywhere.