Chapter 333

It took Jiang Wu half an hour to explain this to Jiang song.

He was shocked and ashamed. He could not accept the fact that crazy Xiaobai had been killed in the car accident four years ago, and he was very sad.

It was crazy Xiaobai who left him the last way to live.

After a long silence, he still has no way to face Jin Zuo at the moment -

he gives the rest of his time to Jiang Wu and him. Jiang song locks himself in the room and refuses to open the door even though she persuades him.

Jiang Wu some dispirited ground stands outside the room door, the hand that raises, slowly knock not to go down.

Jin Zuo took her from behind, his eyes deep, and whispered in her ear:

"let him be quiet for a while, wait, I'll bring up dinner."

Jiang Fu looks back and bumps into his dark eyes. After nodding, she goes downstairs with him.

There are only three of them left in group a villa. The doors on the upper floor are closed. Everyone has gone home for the new year.

The windows and doors of the living room are closed, the snow is falling outside, the trees are covered with silver, and the winding cobblestone path has become a long and narrow snowway, extending endlessly.

Ginger charm path since the drawer out of the red couplets, window, simply decorate the house, how much to increase the flavor of the Spring Festival.

Jin Zuo was busy in the kitchen, preparing to slice the roast leg of lamb.

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It's getting late. Jiang Fu pulls the curtain up and turns on the crystal lamp in the living room.

The atmosphere was a little chilly.

No fat man's shouting, and Cui Renyao's bickering, this huge villa is really a little lonely.

Fortunately, the dining room is warm, and the electric cooker has been burned. A large piece of tender roasted lamb legs, also in the snow-white porcelain plate, exudes an attractive aroma.

Jiang helped to put the prepared side dishes and seasonings on the table, and lifted the lid of the pot -

the steaming water rushed up. In the bottom of the eight treasure duck soup, the balls came up one after another in the boiling soup, and she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

"What kind of sauce."

Jin Zuo took off his pink apron and threw it aside.

This is Cui Renyao's favorite one, because the people who cook in the villa are basically Jiang Wu, a gift he specially sent.

Originally, she didn't feel anything, but today, after being put on by Jin Zuo, she thought this apron was particularly cute.

"Vinegar with sesame oil, more ginger and garlic, not coriander."

With her hands behind her back, she leaned over the table to watch him busy. The tenderness in her eyes became warm in her heart.

But this kind of happiness can't think more, it's full of sadness.

Yesterday, he still had nothing to do with her. The prince of Jin family, who was cold and resolute, was deeply distressed. Even if she didn't say it on the surface, she was still wet with tears and yearning deeply in the silence of the night.

But at the moment, she knew the truth, and he opened his heart.

No matter when the parting comes, before that, no one and nothing can stop her from being with him.

Eat hot pot, want more people just lively, but ginger charm has enough satisfaction.

She is greedy for every minute she can be with Jin Zuo. Even if it's their hot pot, she hopes that time will go slowly and never end.

He had a good upbringing because of his childhood education. He didn't talk much when he ate.

She got used to it, so she sat quietly on the side and buried herself in eating.

The silence between two people is the tacit understanding of each other's peace of mind. No one feels embarrassed and needs to find some topics to talk about.

Until Jiang Wu's stomach is full and she can't eat any more, she drinks fresh juice and tells some fresh stories with a smile.

The Spring Festival Gala became the background music. After dinner, they cleaned up and washed the dishes together.

It seems that young master Jin would never do such a thing, but in fact, when he was a crazy Xiaobai in lock, he was no different from ordinary people.

In addition, in those days of escaping from Europe, Jiang Fu had long been used to his hidden "virtuous".

"There are also quick-frozen dumplings in the fridge. You can eat them later."

"You're not full?"

Jin left the bowl over to drain the water stains, surprised to see her on the side.

Jiang Wu was a little embarrassed. She wanted to explain that not eating dumplings during the Chinese new year was not the Chinese New Year. But later she thought about it and said, "I'm raising three people with one mouth. What's the matter with eating more?"

Jin left hand, flicked her head, smile is full of helpless.

He started another pot, fried an egg and rice for Jiang song, and made a laver soup. Looking at Jiang Wu's salivation, he stopped the spatula:

"do you want this one for you?"

Jiang's face turned red. She said, "

," no need. I just haven't eaten your fried rice with egg, but I've already had enough. "

didn't wait until she finished, Jin left a spoon handed, and filled with a spoonful of fried rice, and directly stuck into her mouth.Full of fragrance.

Jiang Wu thinks that this egg fried rice must be the best she has ever eaten in her life.