Chapter 115
Fu Jinyan took Murong Yunmin back to the apartment.

Opening the door, it was still the same as when she left.

"You've been living here?" Murong Yunmin turned around at the entrance, looking at Fu Jinyan who was holding the child.

"Well. Go in." The man avoided the woman's eyes.

Murong Yunmin's nose was sore, "Fool."

……

The person who appeared in the dream should go to see her when he wakes up.

Murong Yunmin and Fu Jinyan took Xiao Nianjin to see Lanqin.Lanqin tried her best to smile in front of them.But Murong Yunmin knew that her mother was secretly hiding in the kitchen crying alone, so she didn't go in, she just stayed outside with her mother.

Mom didn't ask her why she left, just asked her if it hurt to give birth.Maybe, this is, Mom.What you care about is always the most simple but the most sincere thing.

Lanqin handed the knitted little clothes to Murong Yunmin, and happily gesticulated on the little guy.Murong Yunmin held the soft little clothes, feeling sore in her heart.

The little guy was very quiet in grandma's arms. Grandma hugged him, rocked him gently, and sang a lullaby while fanning him.Murong Yunmin sat on the side, watching quietly, with a slight smile on his face.

……

The sun shines in from the window, and the dust of the years floats in every corner of this room, just like the past.

tick.tick.tick.

The alarm clock was running in a regular manner, the second hand was spinning briskly, the keyboard was beating, and Murong Yunmin was sitting in the living room, writing a plan seriously.

The room was silent, and the bluegrass on the table swayed occasionally, taking advantage of the light midsummer wind to avert her attention a few times. ?
The tip of the leaf was a little yellowish, she stretched out her hand and pinched it decisively.Well, looking at it this way, it looks a bit ugly, and I had an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack. I simply stood up and looked for scissors and trimmed it back to its original pointy appearance.

Now it's pleasing to the eye, green everywhere, not black and yellow.Turning his gaze back to the computer, his fair fingers returned to the silver keyboard.

His thoughts gradually became slack, and the Yahei characters slowly floated up, like countless little monsters, and evildoers flying around.There was a tinkling sound coming from my ears, yes, it was a man who was busy in the kitchen, it is said that there are spicy shrimps today.

Since I'm tired of writing, I might as well spy on the chef, move the chair away, get up quietly, walk to the kitchen on tiptoe, open a crack in the door and stare in with wide eyes. ?
Fu Jinyan was wearing an apron, which she bought, a goose-yellow apron with lace, and was working hard to clean up the prawns.The corners of his mouth were pursed tightly, his face was solemn, and he cut the knife quickly and ruthlessly, opened his back, and removed the shrimp line.What a handsome side profile, cute, she has such a good eye, and how beautiful this apron is.

The shrimp in the water basin was dying and struggling, leaping continuously, and there were clanging sounds everywhere. Fu Jinyan was not affected by the slightest, and he raised and lowered the knife with a pinch of his hand.The forehead hair falls, hangs on the corner of the eyebrow, and the light golden sunset covers it. This butcher, how can he look good.

Rinse the water two or three times, wash the prawns, cut the onion, ginger and garlic neatly on the chopping board, turn on the fire, and set up the oil pan.The light blue flame was mighty, and he spared no effort to rush to the bottom of the pot. He scooped up the onions, ginger and garlic, and threw them all into the pot.

There was a crackling sound, and the fireworks in the world jumped up.

Quietly closing the kitchen door, gently, the woman left, just like when she came, without disturbing the man's cooking world.Sitting back at the desk, I tapped on the computer screen briskly, with flashing fonts in front of my eyes, rubbing my ears from near and far, and spatulas and spatulas.

Just as she was worrying about the plan, she tapped the keyboard violently, and a bowl of soup was placed in front of her eyes.A small white porcelain bowl, with a few egg flowers floating on the edge of green vegetable leaves.

Emerald White Jade Soup!
Fu Jinyan leaned against the corner of the table and looked at her with a smile, "We have dinner in 10 minutes, let's have a bowl of soup first."

"it is good."

Hold the bowl with both hands, hold it high to your mouth, take a sip, and take another sip, extremely devout.

"This is green vegetables?"

"Pakchoi, the tenderest cabbage, easy to stir-fry, best for soup."

"Why is there ginger?"

"Remove the fishy smell of cabbage."

Delicious, refreshing and slightly sweet.Losing his eyes with laughter, he handed the bowl back to the chef.

"Another bowl?" Fu Jinyan looked at her.

"No, save your stomach to eat shrimp." Murong Yunmin blinked at him.

After tapping her on the head, Fu Jinyan turned around and walked out.

Murong Yunmin licked the corners of his lips, reminiscing about the sweet emerald and white jade soup. He didn't want to work anymore, so he simply got up and went to the kitchen, filled the rice, took the chopsticks, and prepared to serve the meal.

Shredded pork with wild rice stems, spicy shrimp, cabbage and egg drop soup, red, orange, yellow and green are really beautiful.They sat facing each other, looked at each other with a smile, picked up their chopsticks inadvertently, and bumped them inadvertently. The woman put it down first, seemingly shy and humble, but in fact she knew that the first shrimp would definitely fall into her bowl .

Sure enough, Fu Jinyan picked up a prawn, skillfully peeled off its shell, picked it up and put it on a plate, dipped it in a little sauce, put it in her bowl, raised his eyebrows slightly, and motioned for her to taste it.

Murong Yunmin picked it up and put it in his mouth, um, in his mouth that was chewing seriously, it was spicy and carnival, the feast on the tip of the tongue, wave after wave.The man opposite had confident expectations in his eyes, but also seemed to hide a trace of uncertainty.She shook her head, exaggerated and contrived taste, swallowed it in her stomach, and then expressed her emotion.

"The meat is firm and smooth, fresh, sweet, spicy and moderate, too salty and too bland. The seasoning on this plate just brings out all the essence of the prawns. Your Excellency is truly the master of cooking."

"speak English."

"It's delicious, it's so delicious." The woman's mouth was stuffed with something, and her voice was muffled.

Shrouded by a shallow chandelier, the two of them raised and lowered their chopsticks and spoons, stuffed rice and stir-fried vegetables, their mouths were busy and they never forgot that you came and I joked and chatted.

Xiao Nianjin was sleeping soundly on the small bed, her little chest rising and falling.

In the warm light and shadow, nothing more than a bowl of human fireworks.

The summer wind tells the man's soft spot.

(End of this chapter)

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