Gu Tingyuan said with a meaningful meaning: "Why pretend to be a lady in front of his mother?"
Ruan Anlan glanced at Rong Xin and noticed that Rong Xin had not noticed this. She immediately raised her elbow and hit Gu Tingyuan's chest.
Gu Tingyuan hid in pain and hid beside him. Ruan Anlan lowered his voice and warned: "I don't want to embarrass you in front of my mother, don't mess with me."
"Tsk tsk, it's really a murderer to me." Gu Tingyuan's words were quite resentful.
Ruan Anlan couldn't help laughing, "Okay, stop making trouble. You either teach me how to make dumplings seriously, or you just get out of the way. I'm going to learn how to make dumplings from my mom!"
"How can someone else do this?" Gu Tingyuan walked around Ruan Anlan and stretched out his arms to wrap Ruan Anlan's little hand.
"What are you doing?"
"If I don't do this, how can I teach you dictate?"
"……All right."
Rong Xin sat silently across from the opposite side, watching the interaction between the young and energetic couple, she felt quite vivid and interesting.
In fact, as a mother, Rong Xin has not fulfilled her responsibilities as a mother for so many years.
The child was always left at home for the old man to discipline him, while Rong Xin and Gu Bai'an were always too busy to escape due to military affairs.
It is actually not long to be able to stay at home all year round.
Less than a month after Rong Xin gave birth to Gu Tingyuan, she immediately started working again.
Rong Xin felt a little guilty about Gu Tingyuan after all, and this son and her were not as close to her as traditional mother and son.
Now I can see my son who has always been deserted and as if he is not interested in anything and cannot get close to him, becoming so cheerful.
As a mother, Rong Xin was quite pleased.
I don’t know when, only Gu Tingyuan and Ruan Anlan were left in the huge dining room.
The two of them were lying together and their bodies were close together, chattering and wondering what they were saying.
After teaching for about 10 minutes, Ruan Anlan still can't learn it.
Ruan Anlan's hands seemed completely inconsistent. After finally wrapping them here, the other side was exposed.
It was finally neatly wrapped, and the shape was extremely weird.
In short, it seems that she is born to have no chance of making dumplings.
In the end, let alone Gu Tingyuan, Ruan Anlan himself was discouraged.
As soon as he leaned back with a deflated look, Ruan Anlan collapsed on the chair and said weakly: "Okay, I gave up. I am really not good at cooking."
Gu Tingyuan looked at Ruan Anlan with a funny look, and gently stroked her head like a hair stroke, "It doesn't matter, I can cook at home."
He seemed to be worried that Ruan Anlan would dispel his enthusiasm because of this incident, and he did not want Ruan Anlan to question his self-confidence.
So he immediately comforted and said, "Be good, although you can't cook, you are still the most perfect and great in my eyes."
Ruan Anlan shook her head, let out a heavy and long sigh, and said sincerely: "I am such a waste beauty, wuwuwu..."
As he said that, he even squeezed out a few tears with great affection.
Ruan Anlan wiped the corners of her eyes and pulled Gu Tingyuan's arm, and asked urgently: "Husband, do you dislike me who is useless except for beauty and wisdom?"