A whole box of thousands of paper cranes, all folded in pink cardboard. There is also a pink Sailor Moon crystal cup inside, a small colored ball that glows.

"It's beautiful." She looked at it for a long time and then raised her head, "You folded it yourself?" You can also fold a thousand paper cranes, huh? ”

For Mo Xian's praise, Yu Shen just raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this something that can be done with hands?" ”

"No, I have hands, but I can't, I don't look good. My dad used to say that my hands were just a pair of ornaments besides being able to play the piano. ”

Decoration?

Yu Shen's gaze fell on her slender white hand.

He distinctly remembered that in the room of the Ocean View Villa, she was lying on top of him, her fingertips tapping on his abs.

Touch.

Soft, slippery, crispy, numb.

Mo Xian turned around and took his shoulder bag, flipped through it a few times, and turned out the New Year's painting and the blessing rope, "The blessing rope was made by myself and taught by my grandmother." I painted the New Year's painting, and the calligraphy on it was written by my grandfather. ”

She put two things in his palm, "Peace, New Year's gift for you." ”

The man curled up his hand, put the two little things in his palm and pinched them. Turning his head, he touched her head, "It's lunch." ”

"Okay."

Mo Xian responded, covered the box, and put it on the coffee table, she felt that the coffee table was unsafe, so she changed two places and put it in the cupboard.

"Like it so much?"

"Hmm." Mo Xian walked over from the direction of the cupboard, "I'm afraid that the tea on the coffee table will be overturned and the box will be wet." It's such a beautiful paper crane, I must look good when I go home and wear it with a needle and thread and hang it on the bay window. ”

Yu Shen walked within half a step behind her, and from his angle, he could see the corners of her mouth raised and her eyebrows raised.

Smiling like a flower.

-

Restaurant.

Almost all the dishes on the table are Mo Xian's favorite dishes, especially the plate of pork ribs with full color and flavor.

She pulled out the chair and sat down, not forgetting to pull the chair next to her so that Yu Shen could sit down. The girl picked up chopsticks and picked up a few pieces of ribs and stuffed them into her mouth.

"How's it taste?"

"Delicious! It's better than what Grandma Lin made. ”

Yu Shen said "um", glanced at her, and then went to eat with chopsticks.

Listening to his "um", Mo Xian stopped his mouth. She glanced down at the ribs, and then at the presentation of each dish on the table.

Rigorous and orderly, much like his style of doing things.

"Did you make the dishes too?"

"Hmm."

"Do you know how to cook? It tastes so good, it's all-round. Actually, I can do it too, but I'm lazy and I don't usually do it, and occasionally I cook some Yangchun noodles. ”

"You don't have to do it." He took a glass of milk and put it in her hand, "I remember that you have a saying in Licheng, concubines and concubines are best matched, and they complement each other best." ”

There is indeed such an old saying in Licheng, which says that it is best if the personalities, work, habits and other aspects of the marriage can make up for each other's deficiencies.

"Yes." Mo Xian took a sip of milk.

"So you don't have to do anything I can."

"What wouldn't you do?" The girl asked with a smile on her face.

Yu Shen turned his head and glanced at her a few times, "Yes." ”

"Then I just eat, drink, and sleep every day?"

The man thought for a while, he nodded, and added, "You can still play." ”

"Okay." She responded, lowering her head and cooking seriously.

Monsoon stood at the door of the restaurant, and he watched for a long time before silently exiting the restaurant. He has been with his boss for decades, and he will eat with his boss during the New Year's holidays, and he is usually the boss alone.

Everyone says that Chinese New Year's Eve is a reunion night, and Mid-Autumn Festival is a happy day for families.

But—

The owners are all alone.