"That's good." The old man patted Zuo Ling's hand and didn't say anything more. After all, if you continue to talk about this topic, a good Chinese New Year's Eve, which should have been happy, should become heavier and heavier because of this topic.

……

Because the old man was not in good health, he stayed until about ten o'clock and went upstairs to rest. Only she and Ling Sheng'an were left in the living room. Although the Spring Festival Gala on TV is still playing, the singing from inside breaks the silence, but it can't break the embarrassment between the two.

But fortunately, after a while, Ling Sheng'an also went upstairs. Hearing the sound of the door closing, Zuo Ling took the remote control to turn down the volume, and then unplugged the mobile phone that was charging on one side.

turned on the mobile phone, Zuo Ling directly dialed Li Ye's phone. Putting her phone on the couch, she put on her shoes and ran upstairs to find her headphones.

Li Ye went upstairs and locked the bedroom door to answer her phone.

"Hey ......"

There was no voice from her over there, but she could vaguely hear singing, it should be the Spring Festival Gala program, because he heard the same song when he just went upstairs.

It was about two minutes before there was a rustling sound, and then her voice came out clearly. "I just went to get my headphones." She explained.

"Oh. Are you in the living room? ”

"That's right." Zuo Ling wrapped himself in a blanket, "But it's just me, grandpa went upstairs to rest." Twelve o'clock again. ”

"What about you?" She asked him again. It seemed quiet over there.

"I'm in the bedroom, it's a bit noisy downstairs."

"I'll tell you, I just made dumplings."

"Learned?"

"Hmm...... Presumably. "I've learned it. Anyway, I can eat it.

Zuo Ling watched the Spring Festival Gala on TV, and then said to him: "Let's watch the Spring Festival Gala together." ”

Li Ye opened the drawer to find the remote control, "Okay, I'll turn on the TV later." ”

……

"Is this magic?"

"Yes. This magician has him every year at the Spring Festival Gala. ”

"It's like a goof."

"Sort of."

The two were separated by a distance of several hundred meters, watching the same show, chatting with each other, but no matter how they looked at it, they felt a little happy.

It's almost twelve o'clock, and the kitchen is going to cook dumplings. Zuo Ling was called down.

She wore headphones and put her phone in her pocket. While continuing to talk to Li Ye, he went downstairs.

Li Ye heard her conversation with the maid, and said with a smile, "You still have to cook dumplings." ”

"Aang. I wrapped it and cooked it myself. Zuo Ling responded.

"Be careful, don't get hot."

"No, it's not a child." Zuo Ling rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands:

"I've never been in the kitchen and I'm a little handicapped, but I have an IQ."

"Yes, yes, how smart you are."

"Your tone is like irony."

"Nope." Dawn smiled.

Zuo Ling pursed his mouth, snorted, and didn't speak again.

The water in the pot was already boiling, and Zuo Ling took the dumplings and put them into the pot carefully one by one under the reminder of the servant.

Zuo Ling squatted in the corner and waited sleepily before he heard the maid call him, saying that the dumplings were ready. Holding on to her spirits, she got up and held the plate in one hand and the spoon in the other, and fished out the dumplings one by one.

"It's okay." Zuo Ling looked at the dumplings on the plate, raised his eyebrows with satisfaction, and the sleepiness dissipated a lot.

"Cooked?" The sound of the dawn night reached her ears.

Zuo Ling snorted, and said proudly as he walked out: "None of them are broken." ”

(End of chapter)