Chapter 193

In addition, during this period, she first designed clothes for movies and TV dramas, and then designed suits for Jiang Beichen. She was so tired that she fell asleep every time she was busy. She didn't care much about that.

To say the least, she is Jiang Beichen's wife now. Even if she is pregnant, it's not a shame.

"This kind of thing can't be said. You're just married, you're more excited, and you're likely to be pregnant. By the way, have you been on time recently? " Mother song suddenly asked.

Song Xiaoya was stunned, then recalled it and replied. "It should be in these days, coming soon."

I didn't pay attention during this period. She can't remember the days clearly, but it should be in these days.

"Pay attention to this matter yourself. I think it's better to make an appointment with my son-in-law's elders as soon as possible. Let's have a good discussion." Song's mother patted song Xiaoya on the back of her hand, and then said earnestly.

Song Xiaoya just nodded foolishly, feeling a little uneasy. In fact, she has not met Jiang Beichen's family so far, and none of them.

She has no idea about his family.

The pillow side person who sleeps with each other every night is always with her, but she doesn't know anything about her husband.

Jiang Beichen never took the initiative to talk about anything with her, never mentioned it.

Most of the time, she even felt that she and Jiang Beichen were as close and distant as thick things. She could not tell what was going on.

After whispering with her mother, song Xiaoya comes out of the boudoir. Song's father is a little drunk and goes back to his room to have a rest in advance.

Now in the restaurant, only Jiang Beichen and song Tianyu are sitting there.

The food on the table has been taken away. There are dishes for kneading dumplings and ready-made dough.

When song Tianyu saw the mother and daughter coming in, he immediately rolled up his sleeves and began to make dumplings. "When you've finished talking, let's start making dumplings."

Song Xiaoya's mother and daughter quickly come forward and sit down.

Several people all started, only Jiang Beichen didn't move, but looked at the noodles and the dumpling stuffing on the table with a strange eye.

"Jiang Beichen, why don't you move? Come and help quickly?" Song Xiaoya grabs his arm and brings him forward.

Looking at the expression on his face, song Xiaoya thinks that the identity and status of boss Jiang Da probably can't make dumplings, "Jiang Beichen, haven't you made dumplings?"

This thought, her heart is still a little happy, she can finally find a Jiang Beichen will not, but she will be something, this is also a sense of achievement!

Jiang Beichen gently shook his head, did not speak, he really did not make dumplings, also can not.

His family environment is different from others. He has never seen a family sitting together, let alone making dumplings together. He has never even seen people making dumplings before.

In the past 20 years, even new year's Eve, he did not, new year's Eve dumplings is a completely strange word.

Before his mother died, every new year's Eve, he and his mother were huddled in a small house, two people cold and quiet, watching others lively, but did not feel the joy.

There were no fireworks, no warmth, no smile on her face, only tears from her mother.

Ten years after his mother's death, he was alone, and no one ever had a holiday with him.

Until now, he had a song Xiaoya around him, and then someone began to accompany him and spend New Year's day and new year's Eve with him.

"Jiang Beichen, let me teach you how to make dumplings." Song Xiaoya suddenly takes a mask with a smile and sends it to Jiang Beichen.

Jiang Beichen frowned and looked at her. She was looking forward to his eyes.

Jiang Beichen hesitated for a moment, and then he held out his hand and took the dumpling skin she sent.

When song Xiaoya saw that he took it, she immediately had more smiles on her face. Then she immediately took a piece of dough and began to demonstrate teaching by herself.

"You have to put in the stuffing first. You can't put too much stuffing, or it won't look good, but you can't put too little stuffing." Song Xiaoya put some meat stuffing in the middle of the dough with a spoon, and then taught him patiently.

Although Jiang Beichen doesn't like the feeling of being taught hand in hand, seeing song Xiaoya's exuberance, he still chooses to follow her steps.

After the dumplings are finished, Jiang Beichen's dumplings look even better than song Xiaoya's. song's mother jokingly said, "Xiaoya, you see, Jiang's son-in-law is learning, and they are all better than you!"

Hearing this, song Xiaoya was immediately unhappy. She looked at her mother wrongly, "Mom, you see clearly, I'm your own daughter."

"Well, Xiaoya dumplings are the best in our family. OK," said Song's mother immediately.

A few people talk and laugh, dumplings have been wrapped almost, song mother was to cook some, let song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen two people taste.But considering that it was a little late, they packed some in fresh-keeping boxes and asked them to take them back when they left. They cooked them when they got home.

It's getting dark. Song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen carry several boxes of heavy dumplings out of the gate of the Song family.

Seeing two people coming out, the driver waiting outside immediately came to help them open the door.

After saying goodbye to her mother, song Xiaoya and Jiang Beichen get on the bus together. The car left the gate of the Song family and drove towards the direction of the Banshan villa.

When song's mother saw that the car had gone far away and was about to turn back to the house, she saw song Tianyu walking out with two fresh-keeping boxes of dumplings in his hand.

"Tianyu, what are you going to do?" Song's mother looked at the incubator in his hand. It was too late. Where else would he go.

"Mom, I just remembered that one of my friends didn't go home this year and just stayed in a city for the new year. I wanted to visit her." Song Tianyu didn't explain this friend in detail, but just explained a few words awkwardly.

Hearing what he said, song's mother immediately nodded, "Oh, you go, remember to come back early, not too late."

"All right." Song Tianyu nodded and agreed, then turned and left.

The new year's Eve in a city is very busy. There are fireworks glowing all night. Although the night sky is black, it is constantly illuminated and looks very beautiful.

Milan a person sitting in front of the French window apartment, quietly staring at the sky above the fireworks in a daze.

There was no light in the room. It was dark everywhere. On the sofa beside her, there was only a bunch of white lilies quietly accompanying her.