Because no one had ever asked her this question, and in the past, even if dumplings occasionally appeared on the dining table at her uncle's house, they would always only have leek fillings that the whole family liked.
She doesn't like leek filling, so she never likes dumplings.
What's more, she had no intention of staying to eat.
"I don't like dumplings." Song Qianxing put down the bag in her hand and said, "Besides, I have something to do and will leave right away."
After saying that, she didn't look at Huo Jinbei anymore, turned around and prepared to leave.
But as soon as she turned around, she met Ruan Yin's gaze.
Ruan Yin looked at her with a slight frown and said, "If you just leave like this, Auntie will be angry."
Hearing these words, Song Qianxing was inexplicably stagnant. Before she could recover, Ruan Yin had already pulled her to the dining table and forced her to sit down.
"The dumplings made by Xiaobei are very delicious." Ruan Yin said, "You will definitely like them."
Listening to her words, Song Qianxing's eyes unconsciously fell on Huo Jinbei's hand.
Pieces of thin skin fell between his clean and slender fingers, and with the fillings added, they quickly transformed into round and plump dumplings, each one juicy and cute.
Such changes in movements are like magic to Song Qianxing.
And she was inexplicably trapped in this magic that wasn't very clever, and she couldn't come back to her senses.
Huo Jinbei concentrated on making dumplings and didn't say anything.
Ruan Yin looked at Huo Jinbei's results and said, "It's almost done. I'll go to the next dish first... Qianxing, you haven't told me what kind of filling you like?"
Song Qianxing opened her mouth, but still seemed unable to answer.
Ruan Yin didn't wait for her answer, she picked up the dumplings and said, "It doesn't matter, there are several kinds of fillings here. You can try them all when the time comes. They are all made by Xiaobei himself. They are delicious."
After saying that, she was about to walk to the kitchen, but Huo Jinbei stood up and said, "I'll go cook."
"That's fine." Ruan Yin and her son looked at each other, smiled, handed the dumplings in his hands to him, and said, "Then I'll chat with Qianxing."
Huo Jinbei nodded, glanced at Song Qianxing again, turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Song Qianxing was still in a confused state until Ruan Yin asked her: "Just wait a while, what would you like to drink?"
Song Qianxing raised his eyes to look at her, and this time, he finally said, "Whatever."
"Then I'll pour you a cup of red date tea." Ruan Yin said, then stood up and walked to the small table next to her, poured a cup of hot red date tea, put it in front of Qianxing, and said, "Girls would like to drink this."
, warm and replenishing Qi and blood.”
Song Qianxing stared at the white bone china cup. Before she could reach out to take it, Ruan Yin suddenly stretched out her hand and smoothed the hair around her face.
She hasn't taken good care of her hair since she cut it short. Now her hair is longer and messy around her face, covering nearly half of her face.
Ruan Yin pushed her hair away and saw the injuries on her face, but she didn't ask anything. She just said: "Look at you, you don't pay attention to these things normally. You look a little worse. But fortunately you are still young and can
Those who have been transferred here should stay up less late, drink less cold drinks, and drink less alcohol in the future, do you understand?"
Song Qianxing opened her mouth to say something, but suddenly found that her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't make a sound at all.
She quickly turned her head to avoid Ruan Yin's sight, then reached for the cup of red date tea and poured it into her mouth.
"Be careful, it's hot." Ruan Yin said quickly, "Drink slowly, why are you in a hurry? Don't choke."
As expected, Song Qianxing slowed down unconsciously, put the cup to her lips, blew on it, and took a sip, keeping her eyebrows downcast.
"What a good girl." Ruan Yin smiled and touched her head.
Song Qianxing's movements suddenly stopped.
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang in the house again. Ruan Yin said to her, "You drink slowly, I will open the door." Then she got up and walked to the door.
The door opened, and Huo Bainian's driver stood outside, carrying large and small boxes of gifts and supplements.
"Madam," the driver called her, "Mr. Huo asked me to deliver these. He is in the suburbs today and may not be able to make it."
Hearing the movement at the door, Song Qianxing raised her eyes slightly and looked over there.
"It doesn't matter." Ruan Yin said, "Tell him not to drink too much and take care of his liver."
The driver responded, entered the door and put down his things. He turned his eyes away from Qianxing and didn't stop for long. He just said, "Then I won't disturb my wife."
Ruan Yin smiled slightly and said, "I think it's snowing again outside. Drive slower."
The driver nodded, turned around and left again.
Ruan Yin closed the door, lowered her head and arranged the things that the driver had placed at the entrance, and then returned to the dining table. Seeing that the glass of water in Song Qianxing's hand was half missing, she took the pot and refilled it for her, smiling.
Said: "It tastes good."
Song Qianxing stared at the cup in front of her for a moment, then suddenly said: "Why?"
"Huh?" Ruan Yin responded, "Why?"
Song Qianxing finally raised her head to look at her and said, "Why did you stay with a married man? Why did you give birth to Huo Jinbei?"
Ruan Yin didn't seem to expect that she would suddenly ask this question. After being slightly startled, her face remained as gentle as water, and she said softly: "It's an old story, you suddenly asked me this, and I don't know how to answer it for a moment?"
"Do you love him?" Song Qianxing continued.
"I'm grateful to him." Ruan Yin said, "He helped me when I was most desperate. I can't repay this kindness."
Song Qianxing said: "So you pledge yourself to me? Are you willing?"
"I have nothing to be unwilling to do." Ruan Yin said, "Especially after I have Xiaobei, he is my whole world. I have no more requirements in my life. I am satisfied to be like this."
Song Qianxing stared at her for a while and said slowly: "Then have you ever thought about what your life would be like if you had not given birth to Huo Jinbei?"
Ruan Yin smiled and shook her head, and then said: "Before Xiaobei, those days were not easy for me. It could be said that it was dark. Xiaobei's arrival was like a ray of light, illuminating me. I
You know, even if I really have nothing, at least I still have him. He is all my courage and hope."
After listening to this, Song Qianxing remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "He has lived up to your expectations."
Ruan Yin nodded and said: "Yes, he does not. I am very lucky to have such a son."
"He is also very lucky." Song Qianxing said, "Although he has an unspeakable life experience, he has a mother who truly loves him."
After hearing this, Ruan Yin seemed to realize something. After looking at Qianxing again, she stretched out her hand to touch her eyebrows and said, "Every mother will love her child."
Song Qianxing sneered and said, "That's not necessarily the case."
Seeing her expression, Ruan Yin whispered: "Maybe when you become a mother, you can experience this."
"I won't have children." Song Qianxing said.
Ruan Yin paused slightly, "How do you say that?"
"Because I'm not like you. I'm an extremely selfish and indifferent person. I can't love anyone, including my children." Song Qianxing said, "So, why should I bring another child into this world to suffer?"
"You are still young." Ruan Yin said almost as if she was sighing. "Maybe one day, you will meet someone who will let you take off your guard and leave you with nothing but willingness? By then, everything will change.
It has to be a matter of course.”
"Will it?" Song Qianxing asked.
Ruan Yin said: "Why not? There are many possibilities in life——"
After saying that, she smiled and looked up at the kitchen door.
Song Qianxing followed her line of sight and saw Huo Jinbei walking out of the kitchen with a plate of dumplings.
The steam blurred his face, making it difficult to see clearly.
But when he put down the dumplings, Song Qianxing was stunned by the sudden clarity of his face, as if the sun had cleared through the clouds.
Huo Jinbei met her gaze, his eyes calm and calm.
Song Qianxing suddenly came back to her senses, withdrew her gaze and looked at the plate of dumplings on the table.
Ruan Yin arranged the dishes, bowls and chopsticks, then went into the kitchen to serve everyone a bowl of dumpling soup.
The fireworks in the world are the most soothing to mortal hearts.
Qianxing thought that she was just a mortal after all.