Tangtang was the first to see Feng Siye. She held up two chubby hands covered with flour and rushed into Feng Siye's arms like small cannonballs. Feng Siye took the little girl into his arms.
"Daddy, daddy, didn't you say you wouldn't come today?"
Feng Siye and Jiang Li looked at each other. After seeing the undisguised surprise in Jiang Li's eyes, he raised the corners of his lips, picked up the little girl and walked into the yard, "Daddy has already spent the Mid-Autumn Festival at home at noon. I will accompany you tonight."
You pass."
"Wow! That's great! This completes our family."
"right!"
Feng Siye looked at Fu Zimo and said pointedly, "This is the first time our family will celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together. Of course, dad can't be absent."
He deliberately emphasized the word "family", which was obviously aimed at Fu Zimo, an outsider.
Fu Zimo put the tip of his tongue against his cheek and felt that his fist was a little hard.
"Where's the second uncle?"
The little girl craned her neck and looked back. Feng Siye rubbed her hair and said, "Second uncle is not here because of something."
"oh."
Feng Siye put the little girl on her little bench, put down the gift she was carrying, and politely greeted Father Jiang and Mother Jiang.
Jiang's father and Jiang's mother already know that Jiang Li lives with him. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but he can take the time to come back to spend the festival with his daughter, which is quite thoughtful.
Father Jiang and Mother Jiang were also enthusiastic towards him.
After the greetings, Mother Jiang returned to the kitchen, and Feng Siye stayed away. She went to the well pressing area to wash her hands, and then moved a stool out of the hall. When he walked to Fu Zimo's side, he paused.
"Mr. Fu is here too, do you need help?"
"Okay."
Fu Zimo moved the bench, freed up the seat next to him, and stuffed him with a beer bottle, "It just so happened that it was too slow for me to roll out the dough by myself, so I bothered Mr. Feng to roll it with me. Oh... I'm back for the holidays today, too.
I happened to encounter Jiang Jiang whose tire exploded on the highway, so I came back with her."
Tire explosion?
Feng Siye's face changed slightly, and he immediately looked at Jiang Li, "A tire burst? What happened? Are you not injured?"
"No, the tire was punctured by a nail and burst... I was shocked. Fortunately, Xiao Sheng knew that Brother Zimo was also on the highway, so he told Brother Zimo about the situation. Brother Zimo helped call the police, and the highway police
Help me change the tire."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was shocked at the time, but the matter was resolved later. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."
"..."
Feng Siye pursed his lips.
Fu Zimo next to him snorted, "Mr. Feng, please have some snacks."
Feng Siye looked at him deeply and said, "Thank you."
Fu Zimo gave him a soft nail, "I helped Jiang Jiang, not you. You don't need to thank me."
Feng Siye countered, "If you help her, you're helping me."
"..."
Is this telling him that he and Jiang Jiang are a pair, husband and wife?
Damn it!
So arrogant!
He looks so unhappy!
My fist is hard again and I really want to hit someone, what should I do?
Thinking about today and looking at the dumplings on the table, Fu Zimo endured it. He looked at Feng Siye with a smile, "Don't you want to help me? Roll out the dough."
"..."
Fu Zimo didn't like Feng Siye, and Feng Siye also didn't like him. He looked at the beer bottle in his hand, and wanted to take a shot of Fu Zimo, this annoying guy, with a bottle.
But this is the Jiang family after all.
Feng Siye also endured it silently.
He and Fu Zimo sat at the opposite ends of the chopping board respectively. Fu Zimo rolled out the dough skillfully with a rolling pin, while Feng Siye...he looked at it for two seconds without leaving any trace.
Then he followed the same example, took a dough ball and flattened it with the palm of his hand, and then rolled it out with an empty beer bottle.
Two seconds later.
"hehe!"
Fu Zimo made an unceremonious laugh. He stared at the strange-shaped dumpling wrappers under Feng Si's bottle of night wine, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Mr. Feng's dumpling wrappers are really...unique."
"..."
After hearing Fu Zimo's words, everyone subconsciously looked over and became happy.
The dumpling skin can be rolled into a heptagonal shape.
Talent.
Jiang's father suppressed his laughter and smoothed things over, "It's okay, it's okay. It's Xiao Ye's first time rolling out dumpling wrappers. It's already pretty good when it's rolled out like this."
"Yeah?"
Fu Zimo picked up the dumpling wrappers that Yangyang had just rolled out, "This is Yangyang's first time rolling out wrappers, too."
"..."
The little guy has already felt the smell of gunpowder between the two men.
He was about to say something to help Feng Siye regain his face, but before he could say anything, Tangtang beside him shouted happily, "Yes, yes, this is my first time making dumplings and my first time rolling out dough."
oh."
The round face seemed to be mocking Feng Siye's skills.
Fu Zimo looked at Feng Siye with a smile, feeling a sense of relief and said, "Mr. Feng, keep up the good work."
"..."
Feng Siye squeezed the beer bottle in his hand.
He swore.
He really has never seen anyone more annoying than Fu Zimo.
I hate him so much... I want to smash a beer bottle on his head.
Just when Feng Siye was patiently enduring, Jiang Li walked up behind him with a smile, "You've never done this kind of work, have you?"
Feng Siye's expression was a little unnatural, "Yeah."
"Shall I teach you?"
"good."
Jiang Li stood behind him, leaned over and picked up a dough ball. After flattening it, she took the beer bottle from Feng Siye's hand, "It's very simple, just push it up and down twice, then turn the dough around, and then
Push it up and down twice...dang, a standard dumpling wrapper is ready."
She was half bent over.
Her hands passed under his armpits, as if she were hugging him whole.
Jiang Jiang hugged him.
And it was in front of Fu Zimo.
Feng Siye's depression instantly disappeared and he felt refreshed. He rolled out a round dumpling wrapper according to the order Jiang Li taught him, "Is that so?"
"Yeah." Jiang Li was used to praising a few little guys, and now he praised him in a child-like tone without even thinking, "Feng Siye, you are so awesome."
The corners of Feng Siye's mouth almost raised to the sky, "Teacher Jiang taught well."
teacher?
There was an inexplicable ambiguity in using this title for lovers. Jiang Li subconsciously looked at Father Jiang. Father Jiang looked up at the sky and pretended not to hear. Jiang Li blushed slightly and warned him in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Well, it's up to you."
"..."
This time, even the three little ones looked over. Jiang Li's face felt hot. She let go of Feng Siye and pretended to be calm, "Hurry up and roll it out. I'll help my mother cook the dumplings later."
"good."
Jiang Li pretended to be calm and returned to Jiang Sheng. As soon as she stood still, she saw Jiang Sheng winking at her. Jiang Li's old face heated up again, "What are you doing?"
"Sister, you and your brother-in-law are so sweet."
"..."
Jiang Li pinched her quietly and said, "Don't talk nonsense in front of the child and work quickly."
"Hehe, you're still shy."
"Jiang Sheng!"
"Okay, okay, stop talking and just get to work."
The atmosphere is warm and welcoming.
Feng Siye was the only one who noticed that Fu Zimo's smile disappeared. When he smiled, he made people feel gentle and elegant, like a handsome young man.
And at this time.
When his face was expressionless, his expression was inexplicably a bit cold and murderous.