So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

Lu Anyi took a sip of the soup, and said to Aunt Qiong, "I'll come if Yifeng brings me here. If he doesn't bring me here, I don't know the way!"

Aunt Qiong was amused by her childish tone, "Haha...this child!"

After dinner, Pei Yifeng and Colonel Pei went up to the second floor, Lu Anyi sat on the sofa and continued watching TV, it was already dark outside.

Aunt Qiong washed the dishes and put a bowl of minced meat and dough on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Lu Anyi looked at the materials and asked, "Aunt Qiong, are you going to make dumplings?"

"Well, Yifeng likes to eat these parsley and beef dumplings!" Aunt Qiong squatted down and began to roll out the dumpling wrappers. [

"Aunt Qiong, you are so kind to Yifeng!"

"Ha ha!"

"Aunt Joan, you know a lot!"

"I also know these housework!"

"I can't even do these housework. Yifeng usually doesn't like to eat outside food. Every time Yifeng comes back late at night, he has to make supper by himself. Sometimes I really want to help him do it. Let him teach me how to eat." No, say I'm too stupid to learn!"

As Lu Anyi said, she lowered her eyes, picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper that Aunt Qiong had made, and wanted to try making a dumpling.

"Yifeng loves you so much and doesn't want you to be tired!" Aunt Qiong didn't look up, and always had a pleasant smile on her face when she was talking to Lu Anyi.

The movements of her hands didn't stop, she rolled the dumpling wrappers very skillfully, it looked like she did it often, and she rolled no less than sixty dumpling wrappers after a while.

Lu Anyi made a dumpling, and smiled as she made the dumpling in front of Aunt Qiong, "Aunt Qiong, how are you doing?"

Although it doesn't look very beautiful in appearance, it is the first dumpling she made in her life. No matter how you look at it, she has a sense of accomplishment.

Aunt Qiong looked at the dumplings in Lu Anyi's hands, and praised with a smile, "Well, it's the first time I make dumplings, and they are already very good!"

After rolling out the dumpling wrappers, Aunt Qiong sat on the sofa and began to teach Lu Anyi how to knead the dumplings to make them look good.

When the dumplings were almost ready, Pei Yifeng came down from the second floor. After he got down, he didn't stop in the living room, and went straight to the kitchen.

"Aunt Qiong, I'll cook noodles for you!"

"Aunt Joan, are you hungry?"

"No, every birthday, Yifeng will cook longevity noodles for me at night!"

"Oh!"

"Don't An Yi know about longevity noodles?"

"I know, but I haven't eaten it!" Lu Anyi said, and she couldn't help lowering her head again, looking very aggrieved. Her birthday is the first day of the new year, and usually the whole family runs outside on the first day of the new year. [

Zhang Xuehui ordered the cake early, and when she came back from outside entertainment, she only saw the process of lighting candles and making a wish, which was very smooth.

Seeing Lu Anyi's aggrieved look, Aunt Qiong smiled and said, "Actually, that's the same meaning. Many young people don't care about these things anymore!"

"From now on, you will come to Aunt Qiong's for your birthday. Aunt Qiong will cook noodles for you. If you can't come, I will let Yifeng cook for you!"

"Ha ha!"

Lu Anyi was sometimes heartless, and sometimes a little melancholy. After Aunt Qiong changed the topic, her little face kept smiling.

After a while, Pei Yifeng brought steaming noodles to Aunt Qiong's hands, a bowl of clear water noodles with a few chopped green onions sprinkled in it, but because Pei Yifeng made it, in Lu Anyi's eyes, the bowl of noodles looked very ordinary Can't help but become precious.