Bai Xiao felt that he was really stupid.

Before she had dinner, she suddenly thought about something.

That morning, Li nashuo was in the toilet, and he knew that she was pregnant.

So silly, she thought that she had lost her attraction to him, and worried for a while.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help rolling her eyes at Li Nanshao, who was sitting across the table.

"If you want to eat dumplings tonight, try this stuffing first. If it's not delicious, you can change it for another stuffing tomorrow." Qi's mother cheerfully served dumplings on the table, while greeting.

White hours smell the smell of vinegar, stomach can't help but coo, regardless of dumplings are still steaming, clip a, taste the taste.

"Slow down, stupid. "Li Nan Shuo couldn't help frowning and stretching his chopsticks to hold the dumplings in Bai Xiao's hand.

"I didn't eat at noon. I starved to death." Bai Xiao looked at him pitifully.

Li Nan Shuo's eyes moved and loosened her chopsticks.

Then he walked slowly to the kitchen, took a small plate, opened the chair beside him and sat down.

He took two dumplings, a knife in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He cut them in half and let them cool.

When the white hour bowl finished eating, he put the small plate in her bowl.

"How many do you want?" He asked in a low voice.

Three dumplings, filling is not the same.

Bai Xiao looked at it and didn't move his chopsticks.

Qi Ma took a big plate and cooked it, and put it in front of them. "The young master said that the young grandmother had a bad appetite recently, and she didn't know what to eat before she would vomit. She made ten kinds of dumplings with stuffing. He chopped the stuffing, made the dumplings by me, and made the soup by him."

No wonder Bai Xiao thinks the dumpling soup tastes a little familiar.

"Last time I saw you eat a lot of yangza soup, I asked the boss for the ingredients at the bottom of the soup and asked Qi Ma to cook the pot." Li Nan Shuo is not urgent not slow way, "you can choose to eat half."

Li Nan Shuo cut the stuffing himself.

Bai Xiao looked at his hand, and the tiger mouth was a little red. Before Qi Ma said it, she didn't notice it.

The feeling of being spoiled and drowned by others was never given to her except her mother.

She continued to cut the other half of the dumplings.

She ate half of it. He stretched his chopsticks and ate half of the same flavor left in the bowl for her.

White hours eat a very strange color of yellow dumplings, almost vomit out.

Li Nan Shuo took a piece of paper towel to spread in the palm of his hand, gather together to her mouth, "spit out."

"What kind of stuffing is this?" Bai Xiao hesitated for a moment, still vomited in his palm, frowned and asked.

"Black pepper and yellow beef." Li Nan Shuo didn't dislike her appearance at all. He wrapped the plate and threw it to one side.

"Don't give her yolks in the future." Li Nan Shuo smoothly toward Qi Ma asked a.

"Why not black pepper beef?" Bai Xiao asked curiously.

"The first one was black pepper beef. You didn't spit it out." Li Nan Shuo calmly back.

After eating the sixth and a half, Bai Xiao just put it into his mouth and chewed it for a while, but he thought it was wrong.

Li Nan Shuo looked at her one eye, gather together to come over, low voice way, "open mouth."

Bai Xiao was obedient and opened his mouth.

Li Nan Shuo put out her tongue and hooked her mouth.

Bai Xiao sucks his lip and can't help laughing.

Li Nan Shuo let her go, chewing the dumplings in her mouth, while continuing to cut other flavors for her.

"Why not eat the yolk just now?" She couldn't help asking curiously.

Li Nan Shuo picked up the cup on the side and drank boiled water. "This one is made of leeks."

"I know, young master. I'll write it down in my little book. I won't give leeks to my little grandmother in the future." Qi Ma came back consciously.

"Why do you eat leeks and not egg yolks?" Bai Xiao asked him persistently.

"Want to know why?" Li Nan Shuo glanced at her and asked without expression.

White hours eyes Baba ground looking at him, Li Nan Shuo Dun next, from the mouth light voice spit out two words, "strong Yang."

Qi Ma was a little embarrassed. She pretended to go back to the kitchen to get something and closed the kitchen door by the way.

Bai Xiao is used to Li Nan Shuo's shamelessness.

She blinked twice, didn't say a word, and continued to eat the dumplings in the bowl.

Li Nan Shuo cut the rest of the flavor for her, poured it into her bowl, and put the remaining dumplings filled with leek and eggs on the table into her bowl.

It's shameless!

Bai Xiao couldn't help cursing in silence.

A few minutes later, uncle Hai suddenly came back, carrying big bags and small bags. When he came in, he said with a smile, "young master, I've bought all the couplet paper and red paper! What couplets shall we write this year? "Li Nan Shuo put down the bowl, looked at Bai Xiao and asked her, "have you had enough?"

"I'm full." The white chick nodded like pecking rice.

"Follow me up and write couplets."

In fact, Bai Xiao didn't read Li Nan Shuo's handwriting. Occasionally, he would take a look at his signature. It was very impressive.

She stood at her desk and watched Li Nan Shuo pick out a few pieces of square red paper and write the word "Fu" with a brush.

He wrote other characters in the same way. He couldn't see the type, but he was very handsome.

It's true that people speak as they do here in Li Nanshao.

He wrote two, and suddenly turned to see Bai Xiao, "do you want to try?"

"I can't write with a brush." Bai Xiao waved his hand awkwardly.

"Come here." Li Nan Shuo reached out to her.

Bai Xiao thought about it for a while, but he walked towards him.

Li Nan Shuo stretched out his hand, put her in his arms, and directly held her in his lap.

Then she put the brush into her right hand, "hold it like this, in a natural and comfortable position."

He's in her ear, whispering.

Bai Xiao holds the brush. He feels that the tip of the brush is trembling. He feels that the ink is going to drop on the paper. He doesn't dare to write.

Li Nan Shuo couldn't help laughing. He put her hand in his hand and wrote the first one.

After that, I gave her another piece of paper.

"Don't keep your wrists stiff. It's not right."

Although Li Nan Shuo is a professional master, he can't write when he was a child. Although his handwriting is not ugly, it's absolutely not good-looking.

She wrote one by herself, and Li Nanshao laughed again.

Bai Xiao listens to his laughter and can't help wriggling in his arms to protest.

Li Nan Shuo simply took away the brush in her hand, and kissed the kitten's cheek, "angry?"

"I'm not as smart as you think, but I'm stupid." I'm not happy when I'm young.

"I said you were smart?" Li Nan Shuo directly accepted a sentence.

White hour is more explosive, want to get up and leave his arms.

Li Nan Shuo encircles her tightly, does not let her move.

While kissing her cheek, she whispered, "no one is perfect, baby. Although your handwriting is not good-looking, you will not depreciate in my heart because of such a defect."