Chapter 1222

When waiting for the night to rest, Qin Zhiyou suddenly said: "tomorrow and the day after tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday."

Lu Weixi nods. She knows. Isn't this normal?

"I put aside what I'm doing. I won't work overtime tomorrow." For Qin Zhiyou, there are 365 days a year. Except for some specific days, there are no weekends at all.

The company is very busy, and there are uncles and aunts constantly looking for things for him to delay, as well as competitors covetous. He has no time to rest and can't stop working. Lu Weixi has been doing the same thing recently. When he doesn't go out of projects, it's OK. When he goes out of projects, he has to go out of town for several weeks or even months.

She knows the meaning of Qin Zhiyou. These two days are also the last two days of Qin Zhiyou's appointment. Next Monday, he will go to other places. She also has to go back to work, take her mother out of the hospital, and then go to the project department to report, after which she will be busy for a long time.

Moreover, after their divorce, she has a lot of things piled up in Lu's old house. She hasn't had time to sort them out, and it takes a lot of time.

Two days later, they separated completely, and there was no need to meet again if there was no need.

Qin Zhiyou is asking her, in the last two days, to give them a final time limit for their world. But in fact, even if he didn't say it, she had already arranged her work and deliberately made time free.

She nodded, did not directly answer the question, just asked: "what would you like to eat tomorrow?"

The two person world, the complete two person world, is to see nobody but them, including the servants and the takeout.

Qin Zhiyou hesitated for a long time, then suddenly said: "dumplings?"

Lu Weixi was also stunned. What Qin Zhiyou said was definitely not the quick-frozen dumplings they bought. It was definitely the kind of dumplings they made by themselves. She hasn't done this kind of work since she was a child. After her marriage, although Qin Zhiyou didn't treat her very well, she didn't cut off her servants and she didn't know how to pack.

Just why did he suddenly think of this?

Qin Zhiyou said softly: "when I was a child, my class had a parent-child interaction. I invited my parents to school together, just like the school festival abroad. At that time, our class was making dumplings. That's the only time I've ever made something with mom and dad. "

At that time, although father and mother always quarreled, he didn't go out and had those relationships with that woman. So although Yang Mogui was very reluctant, he promised to join them. They don't know how to do these housework at all, but Dad takes it very seriously. Finally, the dumplings were all kinds of strange things. It was so terrible that they seemed to be boiled into noodle soup. But that was the sweetest taste in Qin Zhiyou's memory.

Lu Weixi was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.

Sure enough, Qin Zhiyou bought flour. They got up early the next day and started to work after a simple breakfast. They didn't do any cooking at all. At the beginning, they always added more water or poured more powder. It took a lot of effort to shape the dough.

When the dough is finished, the meat is chopped and the stuffing is mixed. There was no rolling pin at home, so I had to use a red wine bottle as a tool to throw the stuffing into the leather. It was a success.

As soon as I look back, I can't bear to see that they are both covered with flour. At the critical moment, Qin Zhiyou deliberately smeared a piece of flour on her face.

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