Gu Yanjing took off her coat and wore only a white shirt.
The sleeves of the shirt were folded to the elbows, and the leather was rolled out slightly, very awkwardly.
Tall and handsome, with outstanding temperament.
With a little effort, your arms will feel powerful.
Qiao Yuxian pointed the phone at him and recorded it from top to bottom.
My heart felt a little warm with pleasure.
She felt that Gu Yanjing was just a cool beauty wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with an outstanding temperament and perfect body proportions, working in the kitchen.
"As expected of Mr. Gu, the dough is so beautifully rolled."
She boasted mindlessly, but as soon as she finished speaking, the dumpling wrapper in Gu Yanjing's hand broke into two halves.
Yuan Wei chuckled.
Gu Yanjing raised her eyes and glanced at him.
Yuan Wei lowered his gaze, pinching the dumpling wrapper slowly without looking at him.
Qiao Yuxian looked at the two halves of the dumpling and said, "Even the dumpling skin was defeated by Young Master Gu's beauty. It couldn't withstand Young Master Gu's beauty and broke."
Gu Yanjing: "."
Others: "."
"Sister, my dumplings are also broken." Yuan Wei suddenly said.
Qiao Yuxian glanced at the torn dumpling in his hand and said disgustedly: "You can still make it torn without filling. I really admire you."
Meng Yan and Su Qi were secretly laughing at the edge.
Yuan Wei curled his lips and said aggrievedly: "Sister, I am no longer your dearest brother."
"I have so many brothers, but you are never the one I love the most." Qiao Yuxian said softly.
Yuan Wei suddenly covered his heart, took a white flour handprint on his black sweater, and poured it on Aunt Zhao's shoulder: "Aunt Zhao, have you heard the sound of my heart breaking? I need it.
It’s better to be touched on the head.”
Aunt Zhao smiled: "My hands are full of noodles."
"Come here, let me touch your head." Qiao Yuxian held the phone in one hand and looked at him with the other on her hips.
The look in her eyes didn't look like she wanted to touch his head, but rather like she wanted to twist his head off.
Yuan Wei immediately stood up straight, pinched the torn dumpling skin back together and said, "No, I suddenly felt like my heart was glued together again."
Aunt Zhao and Uncle Quan smiled.
Qiao Yuxian also smiled, put away her phone, crowded next to Gu Yanjing, and taught him how to roll dough.
Gu Yanjing learned quickly and could roll it out, but it was very slow.
Qiao Yuxian was not in a hurry and used the leather he rolled out to make dumplings.
Bao one, praise a word, Bao one, praise a word.
"Wow, I have never used such good dumpling wrappers."
"Look at these exquisite dumplings. Only dumpling wrappers like this can be made."
For a moment, Mr. Gu, who was about to turn twenty-nine after the New Year, thought he was a child under five years old.
Amid Qiao Yuxian's praises, the dumplings were made, and Uncle Quan and Aunt Zhao took the dumplings to the pot.
Gu Yanjing went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Qiao Yuxian looked at his back in the kitchen and chased after him after a while.
This side of the courtyard is all flat-floor, and the wing in the east wing is the bathroom.
Gu Yanjing was washing her hands in the bathroom, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure at the door peeking in through the crack in the door.
He looked sideways, washed his hands and opened the bathroom door.
Qiao Yuxian, who was looking through the crack in the door, was suddenly startled and took a step back.
After meeting Gu Yanjing's gaze, she smiled obediently and said, "I'm afraid you are going to the bathroom, so it would be inappropriate for me to go in suddenly."
Seeing that she was not wearing a coat, Gu Yanjing pulled her into the bathroom again, closed the door and said, "So you peek under the door and take a look."
"I" Qiao Yuxian was speechless.
Gu Yanjing looked at her.
Qiao Yuxian lowered his head and stopped talking.
You can't see anything through the crack in the door, but what if you can? He didn't go to the bathroom and just washed his hands. What if he was in the bathroom just now?
Then wouldn't she see it?
The tips of Qiao Yuxian's ears turned red.
Gu Yanjing looked at her red ears, pinched her chin, asked her to raise her head, and kissed her lips.
After he finished the kiss, Qiao Yuxian pursed her lower lip, leaned into his arms and said, "You are here, what will happen to grandpa and aunt?"
"Grandpa is with someone." Gu Yanjing looked down at her and said, "My mother doesn't want to leave the hospital."
"But as the leader of the Gu family, you are not at the Gu family for the Chinese New Year, and you are here at your wife's house. Is that okay?" Qiao Yuxian hugged his waist and scratched his lower back with her fingers.
"Why not?" Gu Yanjing said quietly.
"Um" Qiao Yuxian thought for a while, looked at him with a smile and said, "It seems pretty good."
Gu Yanjing also smiled, grabbed her little hand that was scratching behind her, and held it in his hand: "Be honest."
"Why am I not being honest?" Qiao Yuxian pouted and said, "How obedient I am."
Gu Yanjing said nothing.
Qiao Yuxian said: "After returning to Beijing, let's go see grandpa and aunt first."
"Um."
Qiao Yuxian leaned in his arms for a while and said, "Gu Yanjing."
"Um."
"I have to come back every New Year." Qiao Yuxian whispered, "I can't celebrate the New Year in Kyoto."
"I'll accompany you." Gu Yanjing said three words lightly.
Qiao Yuxian raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes full of surprise.
She just wanted to tell him that she couldn't spend the New Year with him in the future, and wanted to ask him if he would mind, but she didn't expect him to say this suddenly.
The two looked at each other for a while, and Qiao Yuxian asked uncertainly, "Will it happen every year?"
"Yeah." Gu Yanjing touched her face and said, "As long as there are no special circumstances."
Qiao Yuxian blinked slightly, and then asked with a smile: "Will you go back to Qiao's house with me every year to celebrate the New Year?"
"Um."
"What if Auntie wants to go home?" Qiao Yuxian asked again.
"Bring them here together."
Qiao Yuxian laughed: "What about grandpa?"
"If he wants, he can bring him over with him," Gu Yanjing said.
"Grandpa, I'm afraid he doesn't want to." Qiao Yuxian muttered in a low voice.
Gu Yanjing raised her eyebrows slightly and asked, "Why?"
Qiao Yuxian raised her eyes and looked at him, feeling enlightened.
She felt that Gu Yanjing should have understood something, but it seemed that he didn't understand much now.
The old man and his generation don’t want to get involved in the affairs of their generation.
Neither her father nor her uncle knew.
Only she caught up and was forced to know what happened in the past.
"Well" Qiao Yuxian thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because of the long distance."
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Gu Yanjing didn't ask any more questions.
He and his grandfather entered the Changsheng Hall of Lingshi Temple today, but actually didn't know anything.
He accompanied the old man to copy Buddhist scriptures for a day. In addition to the Buddhist scriptures, there were also names of many people.
Countless names, including names and code names, were all written down one by one in the old man's head.
Of those names, Gu Yanjing only saw two familiar ones.
Qiao Huaisong and Xi Wanqing.
The old man is getting older. After a day in the Palace of Eternal Life, he was already very tired when he came out.
I squinted all the way in the car, went back to Gu's house, ate something and then went to sleep.
So the old man couldn't tell him anything.
Or maybe the old man still doesn’t want to talk to him for the time being.
Therefore, he did not rush to ask.
I just coded out one chapter.
The more I want to write more, the less I can write.
After I finished writing, I was not satisfied, so I deleted everything and rewrote it.
In the end, there are only two chapters left.
The next chapter may need to be deleted and rewritten tomorrow.