Han Jianing closed the door, opened the drawer of the dresser, took out a satin box from it, and opened it to display the photos brought back from the teahouse that day.

The youthful face of a teenager, the agility and arrogance in his eyes.

Han Jianing chuckled, she picked up the photo and turned it over, looking at the words behind the photo, her smile became more and more bitter.

She murmured, "This picture...... Is there a secret or a secret that I have been a secret for 10 years......"

She snapped the drawer shut, forcing herself not to think about these things, to calm down and start thinking about the predicament at hand.

She's ambitious!

You can't be slapped in the face!

She is Han Jianing, and she will never know how to write Han Jianing with two words bowed!

She was able to gain a firm foothold in Shanghai little by little by herself, but now she is even more afraid, this time she has a family and Gu Xiayang.

She lay on the bed, thinking about the current predicament, thinking about it and falling asleep, the next day she didn't wake up for a year, and when she went downstairs in a sleepy mood, she saw soy milk fritters and sweet flowers and rice balls on the table.

Han Jianing was stunned there.

Since she returned to this home, she has never seen breakfast at the table.

In the past, when her grandparents were still at home, every time she came back, when she got up in the morning, she would definitely have these breakfasts, maybe varied, and even more, with all kinds of porridge and side dishes.

It was all specially prepared for her by her grandmother, especially the red bean and purple rice porridge cooked by her grandmother, which was her favorite.

But this time grandpa is still in the hospital, and grandma is even more by the side, and she will prepare breakfast for her whenever she has time.

Could it be that Grandma came back suddenly?

Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her.

Turning around in a daze, he saw Gu Xiayang walking over with a bowl in his hand, "Get up." ”

"Hmm." Han Jianing lowered his eyes and glanced at the bowl he was holding.

Gu Xiayang generously displayed, "Red bean and purple rice porridge." ”

Looking at the bowl of slightly purple-black porridge in front of him, Han Jianing's brows moved, "You cooked it?" ”

"Taste, I remember, your favorite thing since you were a child is red bean and purple rice porridge, I don't know if it's cooked to your liking."

Gu Xiayang pulled her to sit down, put down the porridge, and directly stuffed the spoon into her hand.

Han Jianing's mind was blank and he ate porridge, so he almost buried his face in it.

"I'm making it so delicious?"

"It's far worse than grandma."

Gu Xiayang was not angry, and ate the bean curd quietly, "You can get used to it if you wear it a few more times." ”

"Oh, don't bother, don't bother you to cook it yourself, grandma will cook it for me." Han Jianing hated to get fritters, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw him eating sweet bean curd, "If you can't eat it, you don't have to force it, eat something else." ”

"It's delicious." Gu Xiayang's expression remained unchanged, and he dug up a big mouthful of sweet bean curd and ate it.

"There are some things that you try once in a while, and you may think they are delicious, but after a long time, you will get more and more annoyed, and you think that it will change back to your original taste, so there is no need to try it, no need to force it."

Han Jianing meant something, her words made Gu Xiayang's expression condense for a moment, he put down the bowl, and looked at Han Jianing with a pair of eyes calmly.

"It's just your opinion, not for me." He looked at Han Jianing and said, "You haven't known me for a long time, how do you know that I don't like sweet bean curd now?" Maybe in the 10 years since you left, I had to drink a bowl of sweet bean curd every day to sleep peacefully. ”

"Neuropathy." Han Jianing didn't want to continue to entangle with him, "Hurry up and eat, I still have something to tell you." ”

"I have something to say to you, too.".