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"Why are there dumplings filled with leek and eggs? And why not eggs, but leeks? " Jiang Miaomiao asked curiously.

"There are more or less eggs in the dumplings you eat in front. You don't spit them out. Eat them well. Only this one has leeks." Yan Sheng said faintly.

After eating a few more, Jiang Miaomiao just ate one, chewed it in his mouth, and felt that there was something wrong with the taste. Yan Sheng looked at him, gathered together, and said softly, "open your mouth."

Jiang Miaomiao obediently opened his mouth and looked obedient. Yan Sheng stretched out his tongue and hooked the little thing in Jiang Miaomiao's mouth into his mouth.

The two kissed a dumpling kiss.

Jiang Miaoyun = sucked his lips and couldn't help laughing.

Yan Sheng loosened the man and continued to cool Jiang Miaomiao's other tastes while eating the dumplings in his mouth.

"What flavor is this?" Jiang Miaomiao asked curiously.

Yan Sheng picked it up, took a sip of water from one cup and said, "this is filled with carrot and beef. I won't wrap carrots for you next time."

Yan Sheng keeps in mind that Jiang Miao doesn't like carrots and leeks now.

Jiang Miaomiao blinked, smiled happily, and continued to eat the dumplings in his bowl. Yan Sheng blew the dumplings to Jiang Miaomiao and put them into Jiang Miaomiao's bowl, while putting the dumplings that Jiang Miaomiao didn't like to eat into his bowl.

Details determine success or failure. Details are good!

Jiang Miaomiao couldn't help thinking of it in his heart.

After a while, suddenly someone knocked at the door. It was Secretary Zheng, carrying big bags and small bags. When he entered the door, he said, "president, I bought all the red couplets you want. Did you write them yourself this year?"

Yan Sheng put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, looked at Jiang Miaomiao and said, "are you full? Do you want any more? "

"No, no, I'm full." Jiang Miao touched his bulging stomach and said.

"Let's go. Let's go up and write couplets."

Yan Sheng took the red paper bought by Secretary Zheng and asked him to go back first.

He also asked Secretary Zheng to take a packet of dumplings and cook them by himself. Anyway, there were a lot of dumplings from the old house.

In fact, Jiang Miaomiao hasn't seen Yan Sheng write any brush words. He just occasionally sees Yan Sheng's signature on the document, which looks very atmospheric. Jiang Miaomiao sometimes envies him.

Jiang Miaomiao stood at his desk and watched Yan Sheng take out several square red papers. He took out his pen and ink, ground the ink first, then dipped it with a brush and wrote a blessing.

Yan Sheng began to write other characters after he finished writing a few Fu characters. His methods were the same, but Jiang Miaomiao didn't learn calligraphy and couldn't see what font he wrote. He just thought it was natural and beautiful.

People say that words are like people, which seems to be true.

After Yan Sheng wrote two in a row, he suddenly turned to look at Jiang Miaomiao and asked, "do you want to have a try, too?"

"Forget it. I haven't learned calligraphy. I can't write. It doesn't seem good to waste these pen, ink and paper." Jiang Miaomiao scratched his cheek and said with some embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. Come here." Yan Sheng stretched out his hand.

Jiang Miaomiao thought a little and went over.

Yan Sheng stretched out his hand, wrapped Jiang Miaomiao in his arms, sat with her on his lap, then stuffed the pen in his hand into Jiang Miaomiao's hand, wrapped his big hand outside her right hand and said, "look, just hold the pen in your hand, don't be too stiff, just be natural."

Yan Sheng whispered in Jiang Miao's ear.

Jiang Miaomiao tried to hold the brush. He felt that the whole pen seemed to be shaking. The ink on the tip of the pen was about to drop on the paper. He didn't know how to write.

Yan Sheng couldn't help feeling that Jiang Miaomiao was very cute. He wrapped Jiang Miaomiao's hand in his palm and controlled Jiang Miaomiao's handwriting for the first time.

After writing one, he changed another piece of paper and continued, "relax your wrist. Don't be so stiff. This posture is wrong."

Although Yan Sheng is a very professional master, Jiang Miaomiao has no interest in practicing calligraphy since he was a child. Even hard pen calligraphy is not very good. He barely behaves and can see clearly when writing. He has practiced calligraphy for more than ten years. He has not made any progress. Although his writing is not ugly, it can not be said to be good-looking.

Jiang Miaomiao finally wrote a piece of paper, but Yan Sheng couldn't help laughing.

Listening to his laughter, Jiang Miaomiao suddenly felt a little angry and struggled in his arms.

Yan Sheng simply took away the pen in Jiang Miaomiao's hand, kissed her cheek and whispered, "what's the matter? Is the little wild cat angry? "

"Yes, I'm just angry. I can't write well. I'm stupid and not as smart as you think." Jiang Miaomiao said unhappily.

"When did I praise you for being smart?" Yan Sheng looked at the popularity in front of him, and it was fun. He subconsciously teased him.

Jiang Miaomiao was really like a little cat. He blew his hair all at once. He got up and wanted to leave Yan Sheng's arms.

Yan Sheng quickly hugged the man and didn't let Jiang Miaomiao move. Then he kissed Jiang Miaomiao's cheek and said, "Okay, okay, my little baby, little princess, I just joked with you. Don't be angry, okay? No one in the world is perfect. Although the baby's words are not so good-looking, they are very cute. "

"You are always the best and most lovely one in my heart."

In fact, Jiang Miaomiao was just a little angry. He was coaxed by people like this, and his anger disappeared at once. He was a little more happy in his eyes.

Jiang Miaomiao turned his head, looked at Yan Sheng sideways and asked, "really? You really don't think I'm stupid? "

Yan Sheng thought for a moment and said, "baby is still very smart and not stupid in some aspects, but it doesn't matter. I hope our baby can be a little more like me after birth."

"Do you say you want me to have a child, a boy or a girl?" Jiang Miaomiao came to strength, turned around, sat face to face in Yan Sheng's arms, and finally raised his head against his desk and asked very seriously.

"I think boys and girls are good. If girls are like you, they must be very cute, and boys are also good. But we are the first child, and I still hope to be a son."