In the winter, the day will become more and more short, light is like a shy child, bullied by the dark early disappeared.
When Jiang muxiao drove home, the curtain in the sky had been changed to black. The curtain was dotted with scattered stars, emitting not outstanding light, just like a layer of dark gray covered its brilliance.
Before getting off the train, Jiang muxiao suddenly thought that he had not been with Lin an for a long time. Lin an had taken a walk in the evening. Maybe it was because the weather was getting cold. People who were afraid of the cold hid themselves in a warm place like taking refuge, and they didn't want to contact with the cold air.
But now the best time of the day is between 12:00 and 2:00 at noon. When the weather is clear, the sunshine is the most abundant at that time. It always feels warm and full of hope when it shines on people.
"You are back, sir." When Jiang muxiao stood by the door in a daze, Fang Yuan had folded his hands in front of him and stood respectfully under the steps.
"And Ann?" Jiang muxiao threw the car key to her and asked in a deep voice.
His mood is a bit complicated now. After talking to Zhao Yang on the phone, he always feels like he has pressed a big stone on his chest.
But when he looked up at the warm yellow light overflowing from the door, his heart suddenly softened.
No matter how late he comes home, there is always a lamp waiting for him. The warm yellow light is the color of home.
"My wife is making dumplings with aunt Rong."
Square and round complexion is light, it seems to be in a good mood, but in fact, the atmosphere in the kitchen is particularly harmonious now.
Zheng Xiurong was originally a good tempered old man. She and Fang Yuan got along very well, and almost no one took her as her own daughter. Therefore, Fang Yuan kindly called her "aunt Rong", and now other servants of the Jiang family also call her that.
Zheng Xiurong didn't care about the problem of honor and inferiority. On the contrary, she thought it was very kind.
Lin Jianye occasionally comes to have a meal or stay for two days. Mr. Jiang and his mother want to bring Dabu soup to Lin an every day. In short, everyone in the Jiang family is getting along very well now. Compared with Lin an before he came in, this family is more human and can be called home.
"Dumplings? What day is it? "
Although Jiang muxiao often goes abroad, his favorite food is Chinese food, and he has a special feeling for dumplings.
Jiang muxiao remembers that his father's favorite is the dumplings made by his mother, but Jiang muxiao usually doesn't take the initiative to eat dumplings, which is more like a symbol to him.
"It doesn't seem to be a festival either. The lady went out this afternoon and was in a good mood when she came back. She suggested that she would like to make dumplings for her husband. Now that the dumplings have been made, she will wait for her husband to come back and cook."
Fang Yuan took off Jiang muxiao's suit coat and put his slippers at his feet. He was as happy as a girl in spring.
Since she heard that Zhao Yang and Jin Xiaoxiao were going to get married last time, Fang Yuan hasn't laughed so happily for a long time. But now she looks at Lin An'an happily, and she feels happy, so she puts those worries behind her for the time being.
"I'll see." After changing his slippers, Jiang muxiao walked directly to the kitchen. At the door of the kitchen, Fang Qing was waiting with a rolling pin in his hand.
"First You are back, sir Fang Qing was shocked when she saw Jiang muxiao, but her expression was very natural.
Now she has no idea of Jiang muxiao. She is in love with her little boyfriend. Every day, she is happy as if she is tired of being in a honeypot.
After hearing Fang Qing's voice, Zheng Xiurong, who was wearing an apron, turned to look at Jiang muxiao and said with a smile, "you can eat it right away. Muxiao, go out and wait."
In fact, Zheng Xiurong is a very traditional woman in her heart. She thinks that the kitchen is a woman's world, and men should have more rest after a hard day out. It is her gentle character that makes Lin Jianye not know how to cherish before. Men always don't pay attention to women who are good to themselves, and think they should be good to themselves.
"It's OK, mom. I'll help you, too."
Jiang muxiao looks at Lin An'an, but he doesn't turn around to look at his back. Suddenly, he feels a little flustered. He strides forward and doesn't worry about other people in the kitchen. He extends his arm around Lin An'an's waist.
When Zheng Xiurong, Fang Qing and Fang Yuan saw this scene, they looked at each other and laughed. They consciously put down their things and left the kitchen