Doted on, the president entangled with his little sweet wife

Chapter 202 I Can Teach You!

In addition, during this period of time, she first designed costumes for film and television dramas, and then designed suits for Jiang Beichen. She was so tired that she fell asleep every time she finished her work.

Taking a step back, she is now Jiang Beichen's wife, so even if she is pregnant, it is not something to be ashamed of.

"This kind of thing can't be said for sure. You just got married and are quite excited. The probability of pregnancy is very high. By the way, have you had your menstrual period on time recently?" Mother Song asked suddenly.

Song Xiaoya was taken aback for a moment, then thought about it, and replied. "It should be in the next few days, come soon."

She didn't pay attention during this time, and she couldn't remember the date clearly, but it should be in the past few days.

"You should pay attention to this matter. I think it's better for the wedding to come sooner. When the time comes, let's discuss it with the elders of the son-in-law's family." Mother Song patted the back of Song Xiaoya's hand, and then said earnestly.

Song Xiaoya just nodded foolishly, feeling a little uneasy.In fact, she hasn't met Jiang Beichen's family until now, and she hasn't seen any of them.

Now she is completely blind to his family situation and knows nothing about it.

The person next to her who sleeps in the same bed with her every night, stays with her day and night, but she doesn't know anything about her husband.

Jiang Beichen never took the initiative to talk to her about anything, and never mentioned it.

Many times, she even felt that there was a thick layer between her and Jiang Beichen, both close and far away, and she couldn't tell what was going on.

Song Xiaoya came out of the boudoir after finishing her private conversation with her mother. Father Song was a little drunk and went back to the room to rest early.

Now in the restaurant, only Jiang Beichen and Song Tianyu were left sitting there.

The things on the table have been taken away, and there are dishes for making dumplings and ready-made dough.

When Song Tianyu saw the mother and daughter walking in, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and was about to start making dumplings, "After you've finished chatting, let's start making dumplings."

Song Xiaoya's mother and daughter hurried forward and sat down.

Several people started to do it, only Jiang Beichen didn't move, but looked at the dough and prepared dumpling fillings on the table with a very strange look.

"Jiang Beichen, why don't you move, come and help?" Song Xiaoya tugged at his arm and brought him forward.

Seeing the expression on his face, Song Xiaoya thought, Boss Jiang's status probably means she doesn't know how to make dumplings, "Jiang Beichen, haven't you made dumplings before?"

Thinking about it this way, she was still a little happy in her heart. She finally found something that Jiang Beichen didn't know, but she knew it. This is also a sense of accomplishment!

Jiang Beichen shook his head lightly, but did not speak. He had never made dumplings, nor would he.

His family environment is different from others. There has never been a time when the family sits together, let alone make dumplings together. He has never even seen dumplings being made before.

In the past 20 years, he has not even had New Year's Eve, and the dumplings for the New Year's Eve dinner are a completely unfamiliar word.

Before his mother passed away, every New Year's Eve, he and his mother would huddle together in a small house, and the two of them lived in a deserted way, watching other people's excitement, but could not feel the joy.

I never let off fireworks, never felt warmth, not even a smile on my face, but only my mother's sad tears.

In the ten years after his mother passed away, he was wandering outside alone, and no one had ever celebrated any festival with him.

Until now, with Song Xiaoya beside him, someone began to accompany him, spend New Year's Day and New Year's Eve with him.

"Jiang Beichen, let me teach you how to make dumplings." Song Xiaoya suddenly smiled and took a dough and brought it to Jiang Beichen.

Seeing this, Jiang Beichen frowned and looked at her, she was staring expectantly into his eyes.

Jiang Beichen hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take the dumpling wrapper she sent over.

When Song Xiaoya saw that he took it, a smile appeared on her face, and she immediately took a piece of dough, and began to demonstrate the teaching in person.

"You have to put the stuffing in first, you can't put too much, or it won't look good, but you can't have too little." Song Xiaoya put some meat stuffing in the middle of the dough with a spoon, and then taught him very patiently.

Although Jiang Beichen didn't like the feeling of being taught by others publicly, but seeing Song Xiaoya's high spirits, he chose to follow the steps she taught.

After the dumplings were made, Jiang Beichen's dumplings looked even better than those made by Song Xiaoya. Song's mother said jokingly, "Xiaoya, look at Jiang's son-in-law, they are better than yours!"

Upon hearing this, Song Xiaoya immediately became unhappy. She looked at her mother aggrieved, "Mom, you can see clearly that I am your own daughter."

"Okay, the dumplings made by Xiaoya in our family are the best, okay?" Mother Song said immediately accommodatingly.

A few people chatted and laughed, and the dumplings were almost finished. Song's mother wanted to cook some first, so that Song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen could taste them.

But considering that it was a bit late, I packed some in a crisper and asked them to take them back when they left, and cook them when they got home.

As it got dark, Song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen left the door of Song's house carrying several heavy boxes of dumplings.

Seeing two people coming out, the driver who was waiting outside immediately came over to help them open the door.

After saying goodbye to her mother, Song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen got into the car together.The car left the gate of Song's house and drove towards the villa in the middle of the mountain.

Mother Song saw the car going away, and when she was about to turn around and go back to the house, she saw Song Tianyu walking out with two fresh-keeping boxes filled with dumplings.

"Tianyu, what are you going to do?" Song's mother looked at the insulated box in his hand with some puzzlement. It was already very late, where else would he go.

"Mom, I just remembered that there is a friend who didn't go home this year, and just stayed in City A for the New Year alone, so I wanted to go and see her." Song Tianyu didn't elaborate on this friend, but simply explained in a somewhat embarrassing way A few words.

Hearing what he said, Mother Song nodded immediately, "Oh, then you go, remember to come back early, before it's too late."

"Okay." Song Tianyu nodded in agreement, then turned and left.

The New Year's Eve in City A is very lively. There are fireworks that go off non-stop throughout the night. Although the night sky is dark, it is constantly illuminated, which looks very beautiful.

Milan sat alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment, quietly staring at the fireworks above the sky in a daze.

There was no light in the room, and it was pitch black everywhere. On the sofa beside her, only the bouquet of white lilies quietly accompanied her.

(End of this chapter)