Since the discussion of the position on the evening of the 26th, Zhai Xiying's cold war against Youruo has not ended.

Two days have passed, Zhai Xiying has not taken the initiative to touch Youruo, and Youruo has not taken care of Zhai Xiying.

In the early morning of the 29th, the early sun warmed the earth, and the orange-red sunlight entered the room through the window.

The eyelids are no match for the dazzling light, and if you open your beautiful eyes, your vision is covered with a hazy mist because of the first awakening...

When the hazy feeling dissipated, I saw that there was no Zhai Xiying in the room.

Touched the position where Zhai Xiying was lying, the heat had already dissipated, and only a piece of coolness remained.

Although the two shared the same bed at night, they did not look at each other and hugged each other. It's like the middle of the bed, separated by a transparent border.

If you don't cross the line, I don't feel like I'm on the line, it's very bad... In the event of a cold war, even if the eyes are on each other, both sides will quickly move away.

February 29, Zhai Xiying's birthday, you will not forget. What she promised, she would do. What's more, if the materials are all ready, wouldn't it be a waste if you don't do it?

I got up and washed up casually, didn't eat breakfast, and walked directly to the small kitchen of Orchid Garden.

Lu Rong had already put the things he could use on the kitchen table. Seeing that the steamer was safely placed on the top of the kang, and the flour and eggs were neatly placed aside, Yuruo quickly started working.

First, I kneaded a whole ball of flour, but because of the lack of strength, my elbows were sore.

As soon as they fell, the broken hair on his face rubbed against the sides of his cheeks, making it extremely itchy. You can only carefully crush the hair behind your ears with your hands, and try not to leave flour on your face.

Lu Rong entered the kitchen and was stunned when she saw her busy body, why did the young lady get up so early? "Miss, did you start making cakes so early?"

Youruo nodded, and the movements of her hands did not stop, "Yes, you will come when you wake up." ”

"Miss, you haven't had breakfast yet." I don't know that Miss got up early today, and Lu Rong didn't even prepare breakfast.

Youruo continued to knead the flour, "No need, let's save it for lunch and eat it together." "It's all done now, too lazy to stop.

"Miss, do you want me to help you?" Lu Rong looked at the young lady's struggling appearance, and couldn't help but want to take over Youruo's work.

Lu Rong remembers that in previous years, when the young lady kneaded flour, she was not as weak as she is now? Why did you lose your memory and even lose your strength?

She didn't know that Youruo used internal force in the past, but now her martial arts are lost, her muscles and veins are all wasted, and kneading dough is a waste of hard work.

"No need." If you do things, you generally don't need others to interfere. There is a beginning and an end, and the process should also be enjoyed.

Lu Rong spread his hands, walked to the other corner of the kitchen, and began to prepare today's meal.

"I'll rub it, I'll rub it, damn Zhai Xiying, I'm going to trample on you, let you taste... Auntie's... Terrible! Youruo's strength was almost exhausted, so she could only speak to encourage herself.

Treating the dough as Zhai Xiying's beating, it really had an effect, and the strength grew back.

Lu Rong listened to the chatter from the young lady's mouth next to him, and laughed out loud, "Miss, you will simply treat your uncle as an egg and smash them hard!" ”

Youruo turned her head to look at Lu Rong seriously, and nodded in agreement: "This is a good idea!" ”

One morning, the dough is finally kneaded, put in the steamer, and wait until it is fluffy enough to be taken out.

Next, it's not difficult to make cream.

It's just that Lu Rong stopped Youruo and forced Youruo to stop and eat.

Smelling the fragrance on the dinner table, Yuruo finally felt her stomach 'gurgling'.

The baby in the belly must be hungry, right? Blame her, blame her...

Lu Rong was waiting on the side, and when he saw the flour sticking to Youruo's hair, he deliberately didn't wipe it off for Youruo. This bad girl......

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