Chapter 350

"Mom, there's a lot more in it. Let's go. I'll show you in." Ji Qianchen helps Su Wan walk in.

Slowly Ling Xiaohan released his mother's hand and watched Ji Qianchen personally send Su Wan in.

Looking at their backs, a glimmer of relief flashed through his heart.

After so much experience, it's a happy ending.

There is still a long way to go. He believes that he and his two favorite women will get better and happier.

New year's Eve.

Another heavy snow fell in Yuncheng.

Wrap the whole city in a layer of silver.

The night of new year's Eve is also the night of reunion.

Su Wan has never been sick since he lived in Ling's villa.

Although the mind has not completely returned to normal, but the spirit is very good, not crazy not noisy.

That night, she said she would make dumplings.

Ji Qianchen immediately asked the kitchen to prepare the dumpling skin and ingredients.

Su Wan is a typical good wife and mother with gentle appearance and temperament.

It's easy to start.

She sat on the chair in her apron and wrapped the dumplings carefully.

Not one in a minute, very fast.

The dumplings are very beautiful.

Ji Qianchen put the dumpling skin in the palm of his hand and couldn't learn it for a long time.

Why is she so stupid? She can't make a dumpling.

After talking with rob, Ling Xiaohan, who came out of the study, saw Ji Qianchen making dumplings with Su Wan in the dining room.

She frowned and mumbled for a while. She couldn't make a dumpling for half a day.

On the table, there are some dumplings that she made. They are very beautiful in shape. They are very ugly.

Ling Xiaohan walked behind her with a smile, his hands hanging on her shoulders. "Can't you pack?"

"No, our dumplings used to be frozen from the supermarket."

Ji Qianchen admits that she is really a miss Qianjin who can't do anything.

So much so that she couldn't be a good wife and mother.

Ling Xiaohan went to the bathroom to wash his hands, sat next to Ji Qianchen, picked up one of her bags, "what is this? Baozi? "

Ji Qianchen grabs the dumpling and puts it back in the tray.

This snatch, a good steamed bun was squashed and turned into a pie.

"Look, it's ruined."

Ling Xiaohan could not help shaking his head, picked up a dumpling skin, collapsed in the palm of his hand, dug a little dumpling stuffing with a spoon, then closed it, kneaded it.

Soon, a dumpling will take shape.

The appearance is no worse than Su Wanbao.

Ji Qianchen stretched out his hand to grab the dumpling and put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully

She really wanted to ask him what he would not have.

"Shall I teach you?" Lingxiao asked with a smile.

"Good."

Ji Qianchen nods abruptly to try.

Ling Xiaohan moves the chair forward and sits behind her. His hands circle around her from behind and grasp her hands.

Put a piece of dumpling skin in the palm of her hand and teach her how to make it.

How much stuffing to put, how to pinch the edge.

Every step is done by holding her hand.

Su Wan looked up and saw the warm picture. Smiling, she lowered her head and put the dumplings into the tray.

"I'll cook the dumplings."

Su Wan takes the dumplings from the tray and goes to the kitchen.

Left the space for two young people.

Learned to make the first dumpling, or finished together with Ling Xiaohan. Ji Qianchen resolutely took a picture and sent a circle of friends to show off.

And when you brush your circle of friends.

Ji Qianchen sees a trend of Cheng Chengfa.

She stood at the riverside of the city square and took a selfie. Po went to the circle of friends.

Also with the text: "a person's year 30, here waiting for the countdown bell."

It's four or five hours before the countdown. Isn't she afraid of catching cold when she stands there so early to blow cold wind?

Cheng Cheng Cheng has no other family. He used to pick her up and spend time with her at Ji's.

This is the first year of her marriage.

So she forgot it.

Immediately called Cheng Cheng Cheng.

"Dead girl, what cold wind is blowing by the river alone? I can't think of jumping down. Come to my house. I made dumplings."

"You are the only one who can make dumplings? Can you do it? " Cheng Cheng is surprised at her changes.

"Don't look down on me, will you? I can't learn. Come on, come to my sister's arms. " Ji Qianchen invited.

"Forget it. Your family is reunited. I'm going to have fun. You have your day and I have my life. We can't be the same again." Cheng Cheng has already realized this change.The two people who have been inseparable will eventually shift the focus of their lives because they form their own families.

"Big orange, what do you say oddly?"

Ji Qianchen feels that Cheng Cheng is strange.

Probably miss her grandmother.

"Oh, it's nothing. You go to have dumplings. I've eaten dinner. I'll see the countdown bell and fireworks to take some pictures for you later. Happy New Year's Eve."

Cheng Cheng said with a smile and hung up the phone first.

Ji Qianchen stared at the hung up phone, slightly lost.

Later, she opened wechat and sent Cheng Cheng Cheng a big red envelope.

And happy new year to her.

She has thought of using money to improve Cheng Cheng Cheng's life.

But every time her money will be despised and disgusted by her, so in order to protect her strong self-esteem, Ji Qianchen never dare to give Cheng Cheng too much money.

Although she loves money, she has a way.

I had dumplings.

Rob Archer and the housekeeper set off firecrackers in the yard.

Ignite the lead with a lighter, and the crackling firecrackers resounded throughout the yard.

Servants who can't go home and get together stand at the door and want to run to play enviously.

Ji Qianchen suddenly felt that these servants were pitiful.

Ling Xiaohan stood beside her, put his arms around her shoulders, and watched them play happily in the yard.

Ji Qianchen rubbed against Ling Xiaohan's chest, "give these people a annual leave. They want to get together, too. "

"I let it go. They won't go back."

Ling Xiao cold squinting cold eyes, eyes far-reaching long vision ahead.

"Why? Do you want to go back? It's still the Spring Festival. "

"Most of the people recruited by the Ling family have no family or reason. When they work in the Ling family, they have to experience life and death at any time. Only when they are not concerned can they not be trapped. The Ling family is half of them."

"Oh, so it is." Ji Qianchen nodded clearly.

"Let's go and play with them."

Ji Qianchen leads Ling Xiaohan into the snow.

"Steward, take some servants to take out the fireworks and let them go. There are some fairy sticks." Ji Qianchen comes forward and orders the housekeeper.

"Halle, young master, young lady, I'll get it right away."

The housekeeper and servant took some fireworks that Ji Qianchen had ordered to buy and put them in the yard.

Zhe and rob are in charge of lighting.

A cluster of fireworks rose in Ling's yard.

The rapid rise to the sky, gorgeous bloom.

Even if it's short, it's dazzling.