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Chapter 1786 Black History

Xingan was kicked out of the kitchen by Xie Yan.

Without any worries, he quickly made four dishes and one soup, a braised lion's head, a stir-fried shrimp with celery, a green pepper shredded pork, a braised eggplant, and a seaweed, shrimp and egg soup.

"Grandma, my dear, it's time to wash your hands and eat."

"coming."

Xingan quickly washed her hands, and then went to the kitchen to help. Xie Yan did not let her serve the food, but only asked her to serve rice and use chopsticks. Xingan knew that he was afraid that she would burn her hands. She felt that Xie Yan was exaggerating, but she was a little happy in her heart.

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The meal was set out and the three of them sat down to eat together.

"These are some home-cooked dishes. I don't know if they suit your taste. You can try them and see if there is anything wrong with them. I will improve them next time."

The last time she ate home-cooked food was twenty years ago. Looking at the table full of home-cooked food, Jiang Ning's eyes were a little moist. She thought she would never feel this kind of fireworks in her life.

She took a bite of each dish and then gave Xie Yan a thumbs up.

"tasty."

After Xin Gan tasted it, he was very proud and said, "My cooking skills are pretty good."

"As long as you like it."

The two of them were very considerate and ate a lot of several dishes. After the meal, Xin Gan and Xie Yan cleaned up the dishes together. Xin Gan is a gourmet, so although she doesn't usually cook, there are many appliances in the kitchen to wash the pots.

You don't need to use your hands to wash the dishes, just put the pots and pans in the dishwasher.

Xie Yan was confused, "Can this be washed clean?"

"It's very shiny, especially glass products like pot lids and cups. It's so clean that it can reflect light."

Xie Yan sighed, "It's so convenient."

"Free your hands."

really.

Like him, although he can cook, he doesn't like washing dishes. When they get married and get a dishwasher, they won't have to worry about washing dishes.

"Wash your hands. There is scented tea in my room. I will make you a cup."

"good."

Xingan went to the room to find tea bags to make tea. When she came out with the tea cup, she saw Xie Yan and grandma sitting on the sofa, looking at something with their heads next to each other.

"...This picture was taken when Xingan was more than two years old. It's totally different from now, haha. When Xingan was a child, she was cute, chubby and round. Her hair was naturally curly, and her short hair was like curly hair.

She's pretty cute, but she sees other girls looking good in braids, so she insists on growing her hair long, but her hair is really difficult to take care of, especially when she wakes up every day, her hair looks like a little chicken coop.

Every morning when I comb her hair, she screams in pain.

But she couldn’t bear to cut it, so when she was little, she often ran around with an afro.”

"..." "This picture is from when I was three years old. My mother was not around when I was a child. Her father was busy with work at that time, so her grandfather and I took care of her most of the time.

At that time, her grandfather and I lived in a mountainside villa on the outskirts of Yuncheng, which was too far from the company. When she was more than two years old, her father took her to Jinyuan.

Even though her father looked like he would keep away from strangers, he was hurt to the core of his heart.

When my heart was very young, as long as he was at home, he would not let the servants help, but would personally wipe her urine, bathe and dress her, iron her milk powder and change her diapers."

It obviously happened more than 20 years ago, but recalling it as if it happened yesterday, Jiang Ning even remembered many small details.

She pointed at the photo and said with a smile, "This is the scene where the little girl's father held a birthday party for her when she was three years old. The birthday hat on her head was all custom-made. The little girl really liked sparkling things at that time.

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In order to make her happy, her second uncle specially got her a birthday hat designed by a designer from a jewelry brand owned by the Xiao Group, and it was inlaid with many sparkling fine diamonds.

And her skirt is full of blinding sequins... Her aesthetics as a child were exaggerated."

Damn! When she realized what the two of them were looking at, her face instantly turned red. She didn't care about it anymore. She quickly put the tea cup aside, then ran over in three steps and grabbed it with her hand.

Gone are the old photo albums.

"Don't look."

She hugged the photo album without letting go, "Grandma, didn't I push this photo album to the bottom of the box? When did you find it and why did you show it to Xie Yan?"

God.

That's her dark history.

She was as fat as a ball when she was a child, and her aesthetics as a child. God knows why she liked bulingbuling things so much at that time. When she was a child, she felt so beautiful. When she was wearing her, she was the most beautiful little girl in the world, but now it seems...

…It’s simply toxic.

That figure, that hairstyle, and that incredibly pink glowing skirt, it's just one word - ugly! If her parents hadn't objected, she would have destroyed these photos long ago.

Ahhhhh.

Why did Xie Yan see it?

Xingan quickly looked at Xie Yan's reaction. Seeing the smile in his eyes, she stamped her foot, "You are laughing at me!"

"No, I thought you were very cute when you were little."

"Liar."

"I did not lie to you."

Xie Yan said seriously, "She's really cute. Her eyes are big and round, and her eyes are very lively. She looks weird at first glance."

"real?"

"I lied to you that I was a puppy."

"..." The heat on Xin Gan's face subsided a little.

"Bring it to me and I'll take a look."

"don't want."

Xie Yan sighed, "I just want to see more photos of your childhood and learn more about your childhood.

I didn’t even take pictures when I was a child, and I don’t even know what I looked like when I was a child.”

"..." It sounds very pitiful.

Her heart softened and she handed him the photo album again. She warned with a sullen face, "Don't laugh at me. If you dare, I won't show it to you."

"Absolutely not smiling."

Xie Yan looked at the pictures one by one. Xin Gan lived with Jiang Ning when he was a child. Jiang Ning remembered the story behind each photo. She told Xie Yan one by one. Xin Gan didn't remember what happened when she was a child. She sat down and talked to Xie Yan.

Listen together.

This photo album was brought over by Xiao Lingye from his old house. It contains only records of Xin Gan's life from birth to three and a half years old.

Turning to the last page, Xie Yan still had more to say, "Is it gone?"

"Gone."

Xinggan said, "These were all taken at the Mid-Levels Villa when I was very young. After moving to Jinyuan with my dad and my second uncle, I took a lot of them. However, those photo albums are all in Jinyuan and are kept by my parents."

, if you want to see it, I will show it to you when you get home."

"good."

The three of them looked at a photo album for more than an hour. After finishing the photos, Jiang Ning became tired from explaining, so she went back to her room to take a nap, leaving time for the two young people.

Without his parents, Xie Yan was much bolder. He stretched out his hand to hold Xin Gan's hand. Xin Gan found that Xie Yan seemed to really like her hand. Every time he held it in his hand, he would rub it and play with it. She shook her hand and said, "Is it good to touch?"

?”

Xie Yan nodded honestly, "It's soft and smooth, and it feels very good."

"..." Every time he was serious, Xingan wanted to tease him. Just as she was about to speak, her phone suddenly rang. The call was from Xiao Rui. Xingan let him go for the time being and answered the call.

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After hearing Xiao Rui's words, the smile on Xingan's face disappeared instantly.

"Sister, little Xingxing is missing."

"..."


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