She lacks everything, but she only lacks the most precious innocence of a child. She can play the piano, knows how to dress up, and knows many things about the adult world, but she cannot sing children's songs! What made her become like this?
Wenxuan's handsome and cold face appeared in He Mengjie's mind. He loved his daughter so much, but failed to give her what all children should have - innocence! He was such a derelict father!
In just a few seconds, He Mengjie thought a lot in her heart. When she went to see Wen Tingyu again, she was suddenly overflowing with motherly love. She wanted to hold little Tingyu tightly in her arms, but she was just ready.
When he expressed this intention, Wen Tingyu interrupted him alertly.
She took a step back, her eyes guarded. Her red lips pursed, expressing her displeasure. "I hate it when you look at me like this, as if I'm an unwanted puppy!"
The circles under her eyes were a little red when she spoke, but the disdain in her eyes covered up the redness.
He Mengjie smiled gently and knelt down to look at her level. "I'll teach you how to play and sing children's songs. What do you think?" She changed the subject.
Wen Tingyu's big eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again. She bit her lip and replied, "I'm not interested." After that, she turned around and walked outside.
There were only two people in such a big room. When Wen Tingyu passed through the living room, his small body seemed so alone, which was particularly pitiful.
He Mengjie thought of something and called after her: "Do you still have the ice cream you made yesterday? Do you want to eat it?"
Wen Tingyu stopped, obviously moved, but immediately pretended to be uninterested and replied: "I don't eat it. Eating ice cream makes me gain weight. If I gain weight, my father won't like me."
"How is it possible? Dad will always love you, no matter what you look like." He Mengjie replied immediately. Her tone when talking about Wenxuan made her feel inexplicably sad.
Wen Tingyu thought about it, laughed, and became happy. She clapped her hands and said, "Yes, daddy will always love me!" After that, she skipped towards the kitchen.
At noon, He Mengjie took Wen Tingyu to cook lunch together. Although Wen Tingyu always pretended to be uninterested, He Mengjie felt that she was in a good mood today.
In the afternoon, Wen Tingyu was taking a nap when He Mengjie's phone suddenly vibrated. It was a call from a nurse from the hospital.
"Miss He, your grandpa is not in a good mood today. He is always clamoring for discharge. He insists on asking me to find the doctor and ask for discharge!" The nurse's voice was a little urgent, which made He Mengjie's heart skip a beat.
.
She asked the nurse to put the phone to her grandfather's ear, and tried to comfort him in a loud voice: "Grandpa, just stay in the hospital with peace of mind. I have already taken care of the money matter, so don't worry!"
When she heard the hesitant voice coming from the other end of the phone, she felt sour in her heart and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
After hanging up the phone, she went to the kitchen to take a look and saw flour and leeks, and she had an idea. She planned to make more dumplings in the afternoon and take some to her grandpa when she got off work. He loved dumplings the most.
Just when I came out of the kitchen, my phone rang again, this time it was Wenxuan.
"How's Ting Yu doing?" Wenxuan went straight to the topic when the call was put through. His tone seemed a little uneasy.
He Mengjie quickly reported the situation: "It's good to listen to the rain. We played the piano for a while in the morning, and then made lunch together. She is sleeping now. In the afternoon, I plan to paint with her."
After hearing this, Wenxuan was visibly relieved on the phone, and then said: "I will be back later tonight. You don't have to wait for me to eat. You can just eat by yourself."
After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone. He Mengjie quickly stopped him: "Um...Mr. Wen, can you tell me what time you will be back?"
Wenxuan was silent for a moment and replied: "It's hard to say, I have some business to do, maybe around ten o'clock. What, is there a problem?"
He Mengjie hesitated to speak. She really wanted him to come back early, not only because she only hired a daytime nurse for her grandfather, but the nurse got off work at seven o'clock, and there was no bus to the hospital after ten o'clock.
…
However, she did not speak after all. She thought of the favor he had given her. He gave her a month's salary in advance without even asking the reason. How could she have the nerve to speak now that he had official business?
After hanging up the phone, she thought for a while and came up with an idea. So she went back to the kitchen to knead the dough while Wen Tingyu was still awake.
It has been a long time since she made dumplings, but He Mengjie is not unfamiliar at all. In the first half of the year, she worked in a dumpling restaurant, specializing in making dumplings. Because she repeated that kind of action too much, even if she would never do it again in her life.
I won’t forget to make dumplings either.
Just after kneading the dough, there was a "bang" sound from upstairs. He Mengjie was startled and ran upstairs without even having time to wipe her hands.
Wen Tingyu woke up and lost her temper because she saw He Mengjie was not there. The sound just now was the sound of her slamming one of her toys on the ground.
Each of those exquisite toys was probably worth no less than a big red note. Now one of them was lying in pieces on the ground, which made He Mengjie feel very distressed.
"What's wrong?" Even though she knew she didn't do anything, she still couldn't help but ask.
"I woke up." Wen Tingyu replied indifferently. After scanning her body, his eyes stopped on her hands that were still covered in dough. "What are you doing?" Her eyes lit up.
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He Mengjie smiled, a little unnaturally flattering. "I'm making dumplings, do you want to make them together?"
Wen Tingyu was stunned for a while, as if she had been thinking for a long time before finally understanding her words. Unexpectedly, she did not refuse this time, but asked: "Is making dumplings fun?"
"Of course it's fun, you can make the dumplings into any shape you want!" He Mengjie teased her hard, hoping that she would be interested. If she is willing to make dumplings, then the next step of the plan should be easy to complete.
.
Wen Tingyu nodded, maybe because he was full of sleep, so he was in a good mood.
He Mengjie pulled her downstairs, feeling a little guilty. The original plan was to paint with Wen Tingyu, but now - let's do handwork instead.
Obviously, this was the first time that Wen Tingyu came into contact with the craft of making dumplings, and she seemed particularly enthusiastic. From adjusting the stuffing, to rolling out the dough, to wrapping, she had to try everything and learned very quickly. She knew everything.
There is no shortage, but what is missing is the most precious innocence of a child. She can play the piano, knows how to dress up, and knows many things about the adult world, but she cannot sing children's songs! What made her become like this?
Wenxuan's handsome and cold face appeared in He Mengjie's mind. He loved his daughter so much, but failed to give her what all children should have - innocence! He was such a derelict father!
In just a few seconds, He Mengjie thought a lot in her heart. When she went to see Wen Tingyu again, she was suddenly overflowing with motherly love. She wanted to hold little Tingyu tightly in her arms, but she was just ready.
When he expressed this intention, Wen Tingyu interrupted him alertly.
She took a step back, her eyes guarded. Her red lips pursed, expressing her displeasure. "I hate it when you look at me like this, as if I'm an unwanted puppy!"
The circles under her eyes were a little red when she spoke, but the disdain in her eyes covered up the redness.
He Mengjie smiled gently and knelt down to look at her level. "I'll teach you how to play and sing children's songs. What do you think?" She changed the subject.
Wen Tingyu's big eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again. She bit her lip and replied, "I'm not interested." After that, she turned around and walked outside.
There were only two people in such a big room. When Wen Tingyu passed through the living room, his small body seemed so alone, which was particularly pitiful.
He Mengjie thought of something and called after her: "Do you still have the ice cream you made yesterday? Do you want to eat it?"
Wen Tingyu stopped, obviously moved, but immediately pretended to be uninterested and replied: "I don't eat it. Eating ice cream makes me gain weight. If I gain weight, my father won't like me."
"How is it possible? Dad will always love you, no matter what you look like." He Mengjie replied immediately. Her tone when talking about Wenxuan made her feel inexplicably sad.
Wen Tingyu thought about it, laughed, and became happy. She clapped her hands and said, "Yes, daddy will always love me!" After that, she skipped towards the kitchen.
At noon, He Mengjie took Wen Tingyu to cook lunch together. Although Wen Tingyu always pretended to be uninterested, He Mengjie felt that she was in a good mood today.
In the afternoon, Wen Tingyu was taking a nap when He Mengjie's phone suddenly vibrated. It was a call from a nurse from the hospital.
"Miss He, your grandpa is not in a good mood today. He is always clamoring for discharge. He insists on asking me to find the doctor and ask for discharge!" The nurse's voice was a little urgent, which made He Mengjie's heart skip a beat.
.
She asked the nurse to put the phone to her grandfather's ear, and tried to comfort him in a loud voice: "Grandpa, just stay in the hospital with peace of mind. I have already taken care of the money matter, so don't worry!"
When she heard the hesitant voice coming from the other end of the phone, she felt sour in her heart and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
After hanging up the phone, she went to the kitchen to take a look and saw flour and leeks, and she had an idea. She planned to make more dumplings in the afternoon and take some to her grandpa when she got off work. He loved dumplings the most.
Just when I came out of the kitchen, my phone rang again, this time it was Wenxuan.
"How's Ting Yu doing?" Wenxuan went straight to the topic when the call was put through. His tone seemed a little uneasy.
He Mengjie quickly reported the situation: "It's good to listen to the rain. We played the piano for a while in the morning, and then made lunch together. She is sleeping now. In the afternoon, I plan to paint with her."
After hearing this, Wenxuan was visibly relieved on the phone, and then said: "I will be back later tonight. You don't have to wait for me to eat. You can just eat by yourself."
After he finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone. He Mengjie quickly stopped him: "Um...Mr. Wen, can you tell me what time you will be back?"
Wenxuan was silent for a moment and replied: "It's hard to say, I have some business to do, maybe around ten o'clock. What, is there a problem?"
He Mengjie hesitated to speak. She really wanted him to come back early, not only because she only hired a daytime nurse for her grandfather, but the nurse got off work at seven o'clock, and there was no bus to the hospital after ten o'clock.
…
However, she did not speak after all. She thought of the favor he had given her. He gave her a month's salary in advance without even asking the reason. How could she have the nerve to speak now that he had official business?
After hanging up the phone, she thought for a while and came up with an idea. So she went back to the kitchen to knead the dough while Wen Tingyu was still awake.
It has been a long time since she made dumplings, but He Mengjie is not unfamiliar at all. In the first half of the year, she worked in a dumpling restaurant, specializing in making dumplings. Because she repeated that kind of action too much, even if she would never do it again in her life.
I won’t forget to make dumplings either.
Just after kneading the dough, there was a "bang" sound from upstairs. He Mengjie was startled and ran upstairs without even having time to wipe her hands.
Wen Tingyu woke up and lost her temper because she saw He Mengjie was not there. The sound just now was the sound of her slamming one of her toys on the ground.
Each of those exquisite toys was probably worth no less than a big red note. Now one of them was lying in pieces on the ground, which made He Mengjie feel very distressed.
"What's wrong?" Even though she knew she didn't do anything, she still couldn't help but ask.
"I woke up." Wen Tingyu replied indifferently. After scanning her body, his eyes stopped on her hands that were still covered in dough. "What are you doing?" Her eyes lit up.
.
He Mengjie smiled, a little unnaturally flattering. "I'm making dumplings, do you want to make them together?"
Wen Tingyu was stunned for a while, as if she had been thinking for a long time before finally understanding her words. Unexpectedly, she did not refuse this time, but asked: "Is making dumplings fun?"
"Of course it's fun, you can make the dumplings into any shape you want!" He Mengjie teased her hard, hoping that she would be interested. If she is willing to make dumplings, then the next step of the plan should be easy to complete.
.
Wen Tingyu nodded, maybe because he was full of sleep, so he was in a good mood.
He Mengjie pulled her downstairs, feeling a little guilty. The original plan was to paint with Wen Tingyu, but now - let's do handwork instead.
Obviously, this was the first time that Wen Tingyu came into contact with the craft of making dumplings, and she seemed particularly enthusiastic. From preparing the stuffing, to rolling out the dough, to wrapping, she had to try everything, and she learned very quickly.