too affectionate

Chapter 883 Tell Your Heart (1)

"Ah?" Wanyan straightened her body and turned her head, wondering, "Why do I need to make dumplings?"

Zhang Ma asked with a smile: "After getting married, has Madam ever cooked for uncle?"

"No." Wanyan said confidently, and after seeing the surprised faces of Zhang Ma and Xiao Huai, she explained:
"He has a lot of cooks, why should I cook?"

Mama Zhang was full of black lines, but she still said patiently: "Young Master will be very happy if you can eat the dumplings made by Madam when you come back."

"I don't want..." Wanyan lay back down again, "Kacha" took a bite of the apple, "I haven't made dumplings before, and I don't know how to."

Mama Zhang winked at Xiao Huai, Xiao Huai understood immediately, wrapped her arms around Wanyan's arm, shaking and shaking.

"Go, go, Second Miss, making dumplings is fun and easy. You are so smart, you must just take a look at it."

"I won't go." Wanyan closed her eyes and flatly refused.

Xiao Huaiqi said reluctantly: "You have never made dumplings! You taught us to try new things!"

Xiao Huai was too noisy, Wanyan couldn't take it anymore, so she had to follow Zhang Mama and went to the kitchen angrily.

Looking at the noodles and fillings on the chopping board, Wanyan's head felt big.

It's a pity that Zhang Ma has already tied an apron on Wanyan, put a dumpling wrapper on her hand, and didn't give her any chance to escape.

In the evening, Jing Shijialan finally came back.

At the gate of the courtyard, Jing Shijialan asked the guards: "Where is Madam?"

The guard said: "Madam is cooking dinner for you in the kitchen."

"Huh?" Jing Shijialan was puzzled for a moment, then couldn't help smiling, and ordered:

"Don't tell Madam I'm back, I'll go change first."

The dark blue clothes were dark and light, mottled and stained with blood.

At the door of the kitchen, Xiao Huai saw the visitor, and was about to happily report to the inside when he was stopped by the visitor.

Jing Shijialan stood with his hands behind his back, stood by the door, and looked in quietly.

In the small kitchen, Wanyan was wearing a light pink skirt, holding a married woman's slanted bun, and an apron hanging around her waist, looking extraordinarily gentle and charming.

She held a dumpling wrapper stiffly in one hand, and pinched it more stiffly with the other hand, trying to use violence to force the dumpling to stick together.

There is a lot of flour on her little face, like a little cat.

But she obviously discovered the joy of making dumplings, and smiled righteously at the ugly appearance of the dumplings.

And on the edge of the chopping board, there are many dumplings with broken belly and dead in battle.

At that moment, how can the years be quiet.

But Jing Shijialan felt that it was so unreal.

Wanyan was waiting for him to go home, making dumplings for him with her own hands.

This is the daily life of an ordinary couple, but it is a beauty that Jing Shijialan dare not even imagine.

Jing Shijialan didn't want anything anymore, he just wanted to keep this moment.

Jing Shijialan walked gently behind Wanyan, put his hands around Wanyan's waist, put his chin on the top of her head, and hugged Wanyan tightly.

Being hugged suddenly, Wanyan was shocked all over, she immediately dropped the dumpling in her hand, quickly clasped the hand that fell on her waist with one hand, and was about to draw the dagger in the boot with the other hand.

At this time, I heard someone behind me whisper: "It's me."

Wanyan's movements stopped, but her body stiffened a lot, she said bluntly:

"Oh...so you're back..."

On the side, Zhang Ma looked at the two of them with a smile all over her face, and immediately called everyone to leave together.

"Why do you think of making dumplings?" Jing Shijialan asked with a smile.

"Well... I just want to eat it." Wanyan picked up the dumpling she had just thrown away, and squeezed it vigorously again.

"Maybe I haven't eaten dumplings for a long time."

"Oh..." Wanyan nodded lightly, unable to find anything to say, she held the package in her hand and asked casually:

"Does it look good?"

It was a sprawling, spineless mixture of noodle and meat, not a dumpling at all.

"It looks good." The person behind him smiled and replied, his cold voice was filled with too much tenderness.

Such a daily conversation is really too much like a husband and wife, which makes Wanyan feel uncomfortable.

Wanyan patted the face in her hands, and said: "I think so many bags are enough, I'm going to wash my hands first, you should also prepare to eat."

How could Jing Shijialan not feel Wanyan's alienation, but she let go of her and said softly: "Okay, let's go."

At the dinner table, after Mama Zhang and Xiao Huai brought the dumplings and dishes, they immediately disappeared.

Jing Shijialan held onto his sleeve to pick up a dumpling for Wanyan first, and after tasting it himself, he smiled and praised:
"good to eat."

Holding the chopsticks, Wanyan looked at the group of dumplings who looked like they had just lost a battle. She didn't know how to set the chopsticks, so she could only smile awkwardly.

The point is, it's not the dumplings that are embarrassing!

This was the first time Wanyan and Jingshi Jialan sat and ate face to face after they got married. It was really weird, just like Zhou Yu and Cao Cao finished the battle of Chibi in the morning and had a good time drinking in the afternoon.

Wanyan took a sip, then casually searched for a topic and said:

"Did the investigation go well today?"

"Hmm..." Jing Shijialan nodded.

"It was too smooth, but weird.

It's not like solving the matter, more like knocking down the target that Feng Nagi pushed out to block the arrow.

I'll check again tomorrow. "

Wanyan asked strangely: "Since the matter is not over yet, why do you need to rush back today?"

Wanyan tilted her head and glanced at Jing Shijialan's boots under the table, "It's not raining today, but there is moss and mud on the side of the shoes, you have entered the mountain.

The nearest mountain to Shuzhou City is also [-] miles away. You will never travel less than a hundred miles back and forth today. "

Jing Shijialan chewed carefully, and after taking a bite, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Because I told you in the morning that I want you to have dinner with me when I come back."

"Jing Shi Jialan." Wanyan was silent for a moment, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said seriously:
"It's really not necessary."

"what?"

"You know what I'm saying.

You really don't have to feel grateful or indebted.

How you treated me in Tianxuan Palace before, you can treat me now.

There's really no need to act... being gentle with me and caring about how I look...

Xuan can't stand it. "

Wanyan's expression was really calm, so calm that it was chilling.

Jing Shijialan paused for a moment, then put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"So, you want our relationship to be like that in the temple.

Conspiracy, irrelevance, indifference? "

At that moment, Jing Shijialan's eyes darkened, just like when he was in Tianxuan Palace.

Wanyan asked back: "Don't you think we were more comfortable with each other back then?"

do not think so.

At that time, I lived like a year.

Jing Shijialan's heart instantly fell into an ice cave.

It turns out that I cherish it so much that I wish I could turn a moment into a year. In your opinion, it feels like sitting on pins and needles.

Jing Shijialan was silent for a moment, then nodded and said: "Okay."

(End of this chapter)