Chapter 1403

Tang Jian's noodles were quickly served, one bowl for each person. In the blue and white lace bowl, there was an egg and a handful of green spinach.

Judging from the appearance alone, Mu Mian's dishes lost.

She sat there with a guilty heart: "I really didn't expect that you could still cook noodles. Aren't you always served by people from childhood?"

"All I can do is cook noodles."

Mu Mian said: "then you have to find a virtuous daughter-in-law. Otherwise, the couple will have to quarrel every day for whom to cook."

Tang Jian poured her some osmanthus wine and glanced at her: "I have a nanny. I just don't like people living with me. Otherwise, there are many servants in my family. I don't have to cook and my wife doesn't have to cook."

Mu Mian showed a fake smile: "Oh, that's good, good."

Tang Jian took a mouthful of noodles, and his brow stretched out: "it's delicious."

Mu Mian quipped: "are you so boastful?"

Tang Ji'an looks at her, and Mu Mian takes a mouthful of it. Touching his conscience, he says that it is really good. The salt is moderate, the soft and hard is just right, and the egg is a little loose

As a bowl of noodles, it is qualified.

"Well It's Yes, not bad. "

Tang Ji'an responded softly, and the tone of his voice rose slightly. He seemed to be in a good mood.

He took a sip of wine, then a second sip, a third sip, and a fourth sip. The pressure was too heavy and he needed to release it.

There are always some voices outside, saying that he is so young to become the vice president because he is on the top of his father. He has to work harder than others to stop the long-standing crowd.

So, he is a workaholic.

Mu Mian did not stop him, just watched him drink osmanthus wine one cup after another.

She sipped occasionally.

His house is very good. Beside the dining room is a large glass window. When you turn your head, you can see the heavy snow outside. Her voice is a little cheery: "it's snowy outside. If you push the door tomorrow morning, it will be snow outside."

Tang Jian is very mature, tone with some sneer: "how like a child, the next snow just, you feel many times."

"It's fun to snow. We live in a big courtyard. Because my grandfather is very traditional and likes to live together for four generations, our uncles and uncles and their children all live in the same yard. When it snows, we are happy to have snowball fights and make snowmen..."

She talked happily. She looked up and saw Tang Jian looking at her. What was in her eyes

It seems that Envy, admiration to the extreme, then through a little sadness out, let her not stop chest hair block.

"Why What's the matter? "

Tang Ji'an turned his eyes, and his voice was very light: "nothing, you continue to say..."

He likes to hear her say these, very plain and ordinary, but also full of the breath of life, from small to large, he has never experienced the breath of life.

In his life, there is only darkness, indifference and inhumanity.

His mother committed suicide in front of him. His uncle was strong and told him not to be close to his father. In fact, his father was not close to him, brother It seems that since he was a teenager, he has the idea of competing with his brother

There is no father's kindness and filial piety, no brothers and friends, no kinship, in the Tang family and in the Su family.

This kind of life has made him look so indifferent and heartless. In fact, he still yearns for warmth in his heart. He is eager to listen to some unimportant words in this snowy night, but they can make the softest place in your heart to be hit lightly.