Quan Shao's new wife

Chapter 1210 Merry Christmas (7)
Zixi, I really miss you very much. When I miss you, I feel sad and cry when I miss you, but I am not weak. After dawn, I will still face it positively and work hard to be happy.

"Okay." Gu Zinuo carefully put away the answering pen, and ran out quickly: "Lawyer Fang said, no need to send it, he will send it for us, we will finish it in the afternoon, and he can deliver it in the evening .Daddy gets holiday cookies."

"Okay, then let's act quickly." Xu Nuo stretched out his hand to hold Gu Zinuo, and after the two put on their bibs, they got busy in the kitchen——

The light violin music echoed in the room, it was the song "Rainy Night" that Gu Zixi played for them before leaving.

Such a pure natural sound is so soft and powerful; after wandering in the low range of the violin, it gradually enters the soothing ensemble of the harp and violin, easily bringing you into such a peaceful mood, can Take away all the restlessness and burden in your heart...

"The flour is ready and can be put into the mold."

"I'm going to use a Christmas house mold, how about you?"

"I'll use Baby Bear's. There are Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear."

"Okay, what kind of mold should I use for the police uncles and aunts? Well, let me think about it, let's use a Christmas tree."

"Well, the mother of the Christmas tree will do it;"

"OK!"

After the two each took the mold, they quickly got busy.Especially kid Gu Zinuo, whose face, head, and body are all covered in flour, like a flour man.

"Gu Zi Nuo, are you making the biscuits? Or are you the biscuits?" After Mama Zhang opened the door, Gu Zhaoxi, who walked in, looked at Gu Zi Nuo and couldn't help laughing.

"If you put me in the oven, I will die. So of course I made the biscuits." Gu Zinuo said with a stern face.

"Jingyang, Chaoxi." Xu Nuo put the stencil into the oven, turned his head and nodded to Jingyang and Gu Zhaoxi.

"I heard from Lawyer Fang that you are going to make biscuits, so I want to come over and take some back to my parents and our little girl." Jingyang pointed his head on the operating table and pointed to the template of the stars and the moon , said to Xu Nuo: "I want these two."

"Mom, it's not enough noodles, I'll add some more." Gu Zinuo looked at the fermented noodles and said with some embarrassment.

"That's enough. I'm afraid I'll throw it away if it breaks the first time, so prepare more." Xu Nuo said with a smile.

"Sister Xixi and grandpa and grandma will make it." Gu Zinuo smiled happily, rubbed the dough on his hands, grabbed the dough and pressed it into the template.

"Hey, Gu Zinuo, your hands..." Gu Zhaoxi hurriedly stretched out his hands and grabbed his hands: "Wash it before doing it."

"My hands are made of dough, and they are all edible!" Gu Zinuo raised his hands in front of her to prove that he was telling the truth.

"That also needs to be washed." Gu Zhaoxi carried him to the edge of the sink, reached out and rolled up his sleeves.

"Okay, okay, you love cleanliness so much, does sister Xixi know?" Taking advantage of Gu Zhaoxi's inattention, Gu Zinuo slapped all the flour on her face and looked at the balls and bruises on her face. Flour India couldn't help laughing.

"Gu Zinuo, you are so bold!" Jingyang walked over pretending to be angry, stretched out his hand to help Gu Zhaoxi wipe his face, and turned his head to wink at Gu Zinuo, the two of them laughed tacitly.

"Come on, pretend what, this is what you two discussed." Gu Zhaoxi patted Jingyang's hand vigorously, took Gu Zinuo to wash his hands, and then let him go back to the console.

Later, Jingyang also joined the biscuit-making army, and Zhang's mother praised him: "Master Jingyang is better at making noodles than I am."

"In our family, my mother does it; at Uncle Jing's house, Uncle Jing does it; neither my father nor my eldest aunt know how to do it." Gu Zinuo said, taking Zhang Ma's words.

"Yes, yes, Gu Zinuo is better than Daddy and Eldest Aunt." Jingyang laughed.

Gu Zhaoxi, who was sitting by the side flipping through magazines, looked at this busy and happy family, at the once humble and stubborn, but now quiet promise, and felt a pang of warmth in his heart——if Zixi was here, such a family would be happy. How happy should a person be?

Gu Zhaoxi put down the magazine in her hand and stood up gently, walked to the moon by the window, stretched out her hand and touched it lightly, and the moon began to sway gently - like this day, slowly, but they never Went to middle age.

The years of his father's death, the years of being ostracized and suppressed by Gu Donglin, the years of love and resentment with his mother, the years of Ai Mier crying at home—all passed in a blink of an eye.

Those who have loved, hated, resented, and ashamed, died or parted, and the rest of them are still struggling with that hatred—is that right?still wrong?
Or, there is no right or wrong, only responsibility - some things must be done; some people must be dealt with.

Everyone wants such a warm and relaxed life, but this kind of life is so difficult for their siblings.

"Chaoxi, all right, take your daughter and parents' and pack them up."

I don't know how long it took, but the smell of scones lingered in my nostrils. The four people in the kitchen, big and small, were all covered in flour, smiling, harmonious and happy.

"Okay." Gu Zhaoxi withdrew her thoughts and walked over quickly.

"This box is for my daughter. It takes longer to bake so that she doesn't really bite into it. These two boxes are for my parents; this one is for me." Jingyang gave four boxes of star moon cakes Handed it to Gu Zhaoxi.

"Your?" Gu Zhaoxi took the biscuit and looked at him: "What about mine?"

"That..." Xu Nuo coughed lightly, and was about to explain, but Jingyang also stared at her with wide eyes: "Are we still divided?"

"You..." Gu Zhaoxi glared at him, hummed softly and said, "Spoken words!"

"Big Auntie, what is 'ghost words and clever braids'?" Gu Zinuo continued to pack his beloved bear biscuit, and looked at Gu Zhaoxi with wide eyes.

Gu Zhaoxi rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "It's just nonsense."

"Uncle Jing is talking nonsense." Gu Zinuo nodded solemnly, seeing that Jingyang and Xu Nuo couldn't stop laughing.

(End of this chapter)