"I made it myself?"

Wen Muyao was stunned for a moment.

Yin Xiao's face was a little uncomfortable, nodded, and said casually: "Yes, I do it myself." ”

After saying that, he left in a hurry as if he was in a hurry to hide something.

Wen Muyao looked at his back and came back to his senses for a while.

Forget it, you can do it yourself, and it won't be a hassle to cook a meal anyway.

In the afternoon, Wen Muyao returned home at four o'clock, and the dishes had been prepared by the nanny in advance, so she could directly put on an apron and prepare the dishes for cooking.

Soon the doorbell rang, probably Yin Xiao came, and Sparkling ran over to open the door for him.

"Uncle! You're coming to our house for dinner today, aren't you? "Twinkle was excited.

In order to welcome her uncle's arrival, she also deliberately changed into a sky blue gauze skirt and a red bow that Ma Ma bought for her.

"Well, what about your mother?"

Yin Xiao subconsciously hugged Flash, and Shine naturally hugged his neck, Wen Muyao saw this scene as soon as he came out of the kitchen, and his eyelids couldn't help jumping.

"You're here." She beckoned, "The dish is almost ready, you can sit in the living room for a while, and you can eat it later." ”

Yin Xiao nodded and stayed with Twinkle in the living room for a while.

It wasn't long before he glanced at the grand piano in the corner.

The grand piano had been here since he first came, but he had never noticed it before.

When he sees the piano now, he remembers the scene when Wen Muyao played the piece he composed at the exhibition yesterday.

He got up and walked over, opened the lid, and his slender fingers stroked the black and white keys.

"Uncle, do you know how to play the piano?" Twinkle tilted her head and asked curiously.

Yin Xiao nodded, suddenly feeling a little itchy in her heart.

How long has it been since you talked about the piano?

It must be two or three years.

In the past, when he encountered troubles at work, he used to play the piano to relieve his boredom, but I don't know when this habit disappeared.

He stared at it for a moment, then sat down and put his fingers on the keys and pressed it.

A tranquil and melancholy piece of music wafts through your fingers, like a stream that flows slowly, which can easily soothe the irritability in people's hearts, but also bring deeper thought.

This is the song that Wen Muyao played yesterday, he hasn't played it for many years, and now he tries it, and it still feels very familiar.

Wen Muyao was serving food, and when he heard a familiar melody coming from the living room, his hand holding the spoon couldn't help but pause.

Yin Xiao is playing the piano?

Her heart skipped a pound.

How long has it been since I've heard him play this tune himself? It seems like five or six years.

She remembered that when she was in college, she often saw a man in loungewear sitting behind a piano in the corner of the living room as soon as she entered the "door", with a straight posture and a handsome face, slowly playing music.

In this case, she would put down her bag and sit on the sofa, doing nothing, just watching him quietly.

At that time, she was simple-minded and didn't want much, but she thought it would be good to be able to look at him from a distance like this......

Thoughts slowly drifted away, Wen Muyao suddenly felt a little sad, and hurriedly drove away these useless emotions, took the dishes into the living room, and put them on the dining table in turn.

"Mama, I'll help you!"

Seeing that her mother was cooking, she immediately came over to help her serve the food, and seeing this, Yin Xiao also entered the kitchen and brought things out together.

Soon, the wooden dining table was full of hot meals, and after a few people sat down, Yin Xiao took a mouthful of fried meat with green peppers and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly.