Chapter 184 Looking at the back of another woman in a daze
Due to professional reasons, Yang Wanwan had some trouble dining out, so she accepted the mangosteen from others and invited the old lady to her home for dinner.
Entering her little home, Mrs. Mu looked left and right. The little girl had kept the house in good order. The small house with a sense of life was warm and unique, and she knew how to live her life well at a glance.
"You sit and watch TV for a while, and I'll make you tea."
"Let me help you cook. I was supposed to treat you to dinner, but I came to your house to bother you."
Yang Wanwan took off her mask and tied up her hair, "No, you are a guest, you are just cooking. I will be there soon."
The figure busy in the kitchen is slender and upright, doing things quickly and very skillfully.
After looking at it, Mrs. Mu took a picture of her back and sent it to her family.
[Look at this girl, she can go to the hall and go to the kitchen.]
Mr. Mu quickly replied: [You can see from his back that he is a good boy.]
Mu Xiuze saw this news only after a long time. He casually glanced at the photo and sighed, "Mom, why are you at someone else's house?"
He had no intention of cooperating with his old mother in her blind date business, so he just pushed her if he could, but he didn't expect her to go directly to someone else's house.
After waiting for a while, the old lady did not reply to his message.
His gaze swept over the back figure again, his eyes narrowed, and he clicked to open them wider——
The back of this woman looks a bit like Yang Wanwan, with a sexy butt-covering skirt and a pair of straight and well-proportioned legs.
After watching for a while, he frowned and exited.
He actually looked at the backs of other women in trance.
No matter how much he looked like Yang Wanwan, this kind of gaffe made him despise himself a little.
"I was wondering why I look so friendly to you. It turns out you are an actor. I have watched many TV series you filmed. The camera really sucks at your appearance. You are more three-dimensional and beautiful in person than in the camera."
Looking at a table of delicious food, the admiration and joy in Mrs. Mu's eyes were undisguised, "She is good-looking, can act, make money, and can cook. There are not many independent and versatile girls like you nowadays. Your parents
What a blessing.”
People love to hear compliments, and the old lady is kind-hearted and a very close elder. Yang Wanwan smiled shyly, "It's nothing, many girls can do these things easily. I can only cook a little home-cooked food."
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Vinegar shredded potatoes, mapo tofu, braised pork and pumpkin soup are indeed home-cooked dishes, but Mrs. Mu likes this warm home feeling.
"Cooking skills still require talent. I have never cooked delicious food in my life." Joking, Mrs. Mu paused for a moment and said, "I wanted a daughter when I was young, but it's a pity that I didn't have the fate. Auntie looks at you and it's true.
kind."
"It's not easy for a girl to make it in a big city, right? She must have suffered a lot of grievances to achieve her current achievements."
Yang Wanwan paused slightly, "It's okay to endure hardships. I'm lucky, and my hard work is rewarded. It's just that sometimes I feel lonely when I'm alone. Fortunately, I have friends around me now."
Mrs. Mu nodded silently, thinking about it, how many difficulties and efforts a small body has to go through to make a way in the entertainment industry.
"It's like this when you're young. There will always be a period of time when people have to endure loneliness alone. Just get over it."
Since that night, Mrs. Mu often came to play with Yang Wanwan. The two of them unexpectedly had similar personalities. The old lady actually followed many Internet hot spots and lived very young. Not only did the two of them communicate with each other without any generation gap, but they were also close friends.
Visual sense.
On Saturday, Yang Wanwan went to the theater to listen to a play with Luo Yan.
The name of the theater on the plaque is Zhumei Garden. It is a quaint mansion. Most of the visitors come in and out of the house who love quaint and exquisite things. The atmosphere in the garden is very good.
Yang Wanwan and Luo Yan were sitting in a private room on the second floor. The veil was veiled and the view was excellent, making it difficult for people downstairs to peep.
Eating the exquisite refreshments provided in the garden, Yang Wanwan put her hands on her hands and listened with interest to the troupe's perfect singing, "What is this scene?"
"The Case of Beauty." Luo Yan took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. The cake was so delicate that it melted in her mouth. She ate a few more pieces.
"You already knew it just after singing. Did you just secretly watch the show?"
"The Bamboo Plum Garden is one of the best theaters in the imperial capital. It has its own rules. We are not informed of the daily performances and do not accept designations. Whatever we see depends on luck."
Yang Wanwan looked sideways and drank a cup of tea, "You are an expert."
"I happened to have heard this play when I was a child."
At that time, she was recovering from a serious illness, a theater troupe came to the town, and the Bluestone Square was filled with warmth and peace of mind in Aunt Lu's arms.
I think childhood is very long and growing up is far away, but I don’t know that childhood is just a dream.
On the other side, Ji Qingbai looked at Lu An, who was listening intently to the show, a little confused, "Have you slept well recently?"
There is a faint green color now.
Looking sideways at her, Lu An paused for a moment and said, "Ah, I caught a cold last night and didn't sleep well."
"Cold?"
It's been a hot day lately.
"The air conditioner was turned on low and it blew all night."
Ji Qingbai paused and asked, "Then, do you still have a cold?"
Lu An felt it and said, "Maybe a little."
"If I had known you were not feeling well, we wouldn't have come to the show. You could have told me. What do you think now? Why don't you go back and rest?"
Looking at her delicate nose, Lu An had the urge to pinch it, which turned into a weak cough, "It's just a show, it's not that delicate."
Ji Qingbai wanted to say something else, but he stopped him and said, "Concentrate."
As soon as the play was over, Qing Bai didn't even eat his favorite tea snacks, Qing Bai just pulled Lu An and left.
Looking at the wrist being held by Rou Yi, Lu An had a smile in his eyes.
"where to?"
"Take you to the hospital."
He frowned and said, "I don't like hospitals, so I won't go."
Ji Qingbai was slightly stunned.
The tone of his words was too willful, like a child's.
"How about going to a small clinic?"
"No need."
"Are you just dragging it out like this?"
After thinking for a moment, Lu An coughed a few more times and said, "Just drink some chicken soup or ginger soup or something. I'll buy some later."
Ginger soup does work too.
Helping him get into the car, Qing Bai started the car and said, "Go to my place. I can make it in a while if you have the ingredients. What you buy outside may not be genuine."
The man in the passenger seat coughed again, "That's really troublesome for you."
The woman's hand bones are slender and well-proportioned, she can control the steering wheel easily, she doesn't talk much, and she is extremely handsome.
Occasionally taking a peek at her pretty side face, Lu An curled up the corners of his lips and raised his eyebrows to the sky.
The person I like is more handsome than me.
When he was a child, he was smart and handsome, but when he grew up, he was naive and straightforward. However, he still had the shadow of being handsome when he was doing things. This kind of contrast was really annoying to him.
When they arrived downstairs at the apartment where they lived, the passenger in the passenger seat had fallen asleep. After the car stopped, Qingbai went around to his window to wake him up.
"Lu An, we're here."
The man slowly opened his eyes, his voice was magnetic and hoarse, "I accidentally fell asleep."
He got up and got out of the car, but he almost fell down due to his footing. Fortunately, Qingbai reacted quickly and held his waist.
"Is it okay? Why is it getting worse?"
"Ahem, it seems like the wind blew again while I was sleeping."
Looking at the wide open car window, Ji Qingbai secretly scolded himself for being careless and letting him blow the wind all the way back.
First, he quickly stewed ginger soup for Lu An. After he drank it, Qing Bai went to stew the chicken.
"Just drink ginger soup and it will be fine. No need to spend a lot of time."
Ji Qingbai: "I originally planned to stew this chicken today, and we will have dinner together later."