On the engagement night, I became the favorite of my mortal enemy

Song Tang had just finished feeding the child milk powder.

Jiang Hua put the chopping board on the dining table: "The rules of the New Year are to set off firecrackers and eat dumplings before dawn."

The Zhou family also attaches great importance to tradition and will make dumplings during the New Year. However, the Zhou family is not in harmony with each other and never engages in such a formality. Most of the time, the nanny cooks the dumplings, and everyone eats them before going back to sleep.

Song Tang has not made dumplings for many years.

But she will.

In the early days of the Song family, my parents had a good relationship. Before dawn, my father would be in the kitchen making dumpling fillings, and my mother would make noodles. Then Song Tang would huddle with them wearing new clothes and help roll out dumpling wrappers.

Seeing that Song Tang wanted to help, Shuhua took the initiative and said, "If the child is asleep, leave it here with me."

The child was groggy with a fever, but fell asleep after eating enough milk.

Song Tang placed him next to Shuhua.

Shuhua couldn't move, but stared at the child intently: "This child is so good-looking, I always feel that he looks familiar... Could it be that one of my acquaintances lost him?"

Shuhua thought about all his friends who had children, but couldn't get the right number.

Song Tang put on an apron and sat at the dining table: "We have already called the police, and we should have results soon."

Song Tang said, rolling up his sleeves and starting to roll out the dough.

The wrappers she rolled out were round and straight, with thin edges and thick middles, so the dumpling wrappers would not reveal the filling easily.

Jiang Hua said unexpectedly: "Doctor Song's skills are good!"

Song Tang said: "I'm not as skilled as before. Even my parents couldn't wrap the dumpling wrappers I rolled out when I was a teenager."

Jiang Hua paused briefly and did not answer Song Tang's words.

Jiang Hua knew that Song Tang had been working hard to reverse Song Tingxiao's case.

But at that time, Song Tingxiao's economic case was heavily involved and was a taboo, so Jiang Hua did not take up the topic.

Zhou Siwei is peeling shrimps in the kitchen, picking out shrimp threads, then cutting the cleaned shrimp meat into diced meat and mixing the stuffing.

While doing this, Zhou Sihe would look outside from time to time.

When he saw Song Tang's sleeves rolled up and his thin white wrists rolling out dumpling wrappers shaking, he was distracted.

Unexpectedly, he thought of that ridiculous dream again, and Zhou Sihui walked out of the kitchen with the prepared shrimp filling.

Zhou Si'ai put the dumpling fillings on the dining table and sat between Jiang Hua and Song Tang.

Jiang Hua and Song Tang sat opposite each other, and it was okay for him to sit like this.

Song Tang continued to roll the dough without raising his head.

Zhou Si'ai took the dumpling wrapper and held it in his hand, then glanced at Jiang Hua's dumpling-making movements calmly.

He has never made dumplings before.

Like Song Tang, he didn't celebrate the Chinese New Year seriously in the Zhou family, and the dumplings were always ready-made.

But he is smart, but after reading it once, he can practice it.

The round dumplings are kneaded and placed on the bamboo curtain. They are still a bit cute.

Jiang Hua joked: "One of you knows how to roll the dumplings but not the dough, and the other knows how to make the dumplings but not the dough. Without either of you, you won't be able to eat the dumplings."

Hearing this, Zhou Siyi and Song Tang raised their eyes at the same time. They looked at each other and then separated as if nothing had happened.

While he was wrapping dumplings, Zhou Situ's cell phone rang on the table.

The screen lights up and the caller ID reads: Mianmian.

Song Tang was close to him, glanced at it, and then looked away, taking another piece of dough from the basin and kneading it.

Zhou Siyi frowned slightly, but still wiped his hands with a tissue, picked up his phone and went out to answer it.

Jiang Hua also saw it and pretended not to see it in embarrassment.

At this time, his son slapped his little fleshy hands on the ground, climbed onto Shuhua's reclining chair like a meat dumpling, then stood up holding the chair, and screamed to drag the uninvited guest out of Shuhua's arms.

Shuhua screamed: "Jiang Hua, take care of your son!"

"Hey!" Jiang Hua wiped his hands randomly and rushed to coax his ancestral son.

Only then did Song Tang glance at Zhou Si's back. He stood casually, holding his cell phone sideways with a gentle expression, speaking into the microphone.

I couldn't hear clearly what was said, but I could tell that the conversation was enjoyable.

As if aware of Song Tang's gaze, Zhou Sihui turned his head. Song Tang calmly looked away and continued to roll the dough.

Later, with the efforts of three people, when the sky was about to turn white, the dumplings were ready.

The water is boiling in the kitchen, waiting to make dumplings.

Jiang Hua took a cannon and asked Zhou Sizhen to fire it with him.

Jiang Hua used a bamboo pole to hang a 20-meter-long firecracker on a tree in the yard, and Zhou Silai used a lighter to light it.

Sparks burst out from the twisted part of the letter. Zhou Sihui retreated, and Shuhua called at the door: "Doctor Song, cover the child's ears quickly!"

Firecrackers crackled outside, making people's ears buzz. Song Tang hurriedly covered Jiang Hua's son's ears, while Shuhua hugged the child he picked up.

Zhou Si'ai stood in front of the flying red smoke and looked back at Song Tang.

I just feel that this New Year has a new year flavor.

After the firecrackers finished going off, Song Tang took out the dumplings from the kitchen.

Jiang Hua didn't sit at the dining table, so he had to sit next to Shuhua with a bowl in hand.

In a bowl of dumplings, he fed Shuhua one, and then he ate another.

The two sons stood up on the reclining chair, drooling as they picked at the bowl of Xiang in Jiang Hua's hand. His little hands were always ready to grab one and stuff it into his mouth.

Jiang Hua could only raise the bowl high.

Song Tang and Zhou Silai were sitting at the dining table, eating dumplings quietly.

When everything was in harmony, a servant's voice came from outside: "Mr. Jiang, Miss Liu is here."

Miss Liu?

There are not many people with the surname Liu in Beijing.

Song Tang looked at Zhou Siyi subconsciously, then took his bowl and went to the kitchen.

The skillful avoidance process made Zhou Sihuang frown.

Jiang Hua and Shuhua looked at each other and felt that Song Tang's back was embarrassing and sad.

Shuhua glanced at Zhou Sihui with disgust and almost called him a scumbag.

And Liu Mian also walked into the Jiang family living room.

Although I prefer Song Tang in my heart, in the end, I can get along with him in terms of face.

Jiang Hua and Shuhua showed no rejection.

"Miss Liu, here you go, sit down."

Liu Mian was still holding large and small gifts in her hands. She said gently and generously: "Brother Jiang, this is the gift I brought for the baby. It's a little thoughtful. I hope you won't dislike it."

Jiang Hua didn't show any trace: "What are you talking about?"

The servant took the gift prepared by Liu Mian.

Jiang Hua said politely: "Hey, Miss Liu, have you eaten the dumplings? Mother Liu, serve a bowl of dumplings to Miss Liu..."

Liu Mian smiled and said, "No, I'll bring it myself."

Liu Mian raised the food box in her hand, smiled at Zhou Sitai, then walked to Zhou Sitai and sat down where Song Tang had been sitting just now.

Zhou Si'ai showed no expression. He was still thinking about Song Tang who was hiding in the kitchen.

Zhou Situ said: "I'm not saying you don't have to come over. You should spend the New Year with your family."

Liu Mian opened the food box with a smile, took out two plates of dumplings, and said softly: "You are my family too."

Shuhua curled his lips, looking at those beautiful words, it's no wonder that Zhou was so devoted to her.

Thinking about it, he glared at Jiang Hua again, as if he was scolding, look at you cheap men.

Jiang Hua: What does it have to do with me...

Here, Liu Mian was not aware of the cold rejection of Jiang Hua and his wife. She pushed the untouched dumplings in front of Zhou Sizhen away, and then placed the dumplings she brought in front of him: "I made them myself, try them quickly." .”