Chapter 425

In his daughter-in-law's cry, automatically began to work, but did not say anything more.

Su Mianhuan can feel Ji Yisheng's approach, but Su Mianhuan doesn't look up and makes dumplings seriously.

"Make dumplings?" Ji Yisheng asked.

Su Mianhuan felt that this man was asking knowingly, so she did not look at him.

Ji Yisheng just stood and watched quietly. He didn't mean to help and didn't want to leave. On the contrary, Su Mianhuan was more and more embarrassed.

The dumplings on the table are really ugly.

There's something depressing about it.

Seeing this man again, Su Mianhuan wants to leave.

As a result, when Su Mianhuan was about to do this, Ji Yisheng took a step towards Su Mianhuan.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He surrounded Su Mianhuan from behind. Their noses were very close, and their deep voice said: "can't dumplings be made well?"

"I don't know much about that!" Su Mianhuan is abandoning himself.

What she can do is simply stir fry vegetables and make soup. She seldom eats dumplings. Even if she really eats dumplings, she also buys quick-frozen products. When did she need to wrap them in person.

Besides, who said, people are born to make dumplings!

The more I think about it, the more I feel unwilling.

When Su Mianhuan is ready to put down the dumpling skin, Ji Yisheng suddenly pinches Su Mianhuan's hand and says faintly: "your meat is too much, and the skin is easy to crack. The fold of your mouth is folded like this, and it's not easy to burst when you pinch it at last. Other people's dumplings are complicated, so you don't have to learn your level. Just learn this well."

Ji Yisheng didn't let Su Mianhuan go in the whole process.

Holding Su Mianhuan's hand, he made several dumplings.

Immediate results.

Compared with the dumplings he made before, Ji Yisheng's dumplings are as regular as this man.

But Su Mianhuan's mind is not on these dumplings, but on Ji Yisheng's action. This person's gesture of embracing himself is too ambiguous.

Can't Ji Yisheng feel it?

Even in public.

But Su Mianhuan soon found that the only person who felt ambiguous was himself. The people around him naturally looked at them, and from time to time some people joked.

"Lao Ji, what are you doing, making dumplings." Xu linhuai appeared, "there is a little girl in a beautiful dress. What else can you tell her to do? If you want to teach her something else, she will blame you. If you are 30 years old, she will do it."

Xu linhuai laughed and scolded.

Ji Yisheng let go of Su Mianhuan as if nothing had happened, but he bowed his head and said: "good bag, the team doesn't give idle people food."

Su Mianhuan

Can she walk away?

This man is threatening himself.

Ji Yisheng's words, however, made people around him look at Su Mianhuan sympathetically and couldn't help persuading him: "he's just this temper, so don't pay attention to him, you're dressed clean, just play."

The previous speculation is all gone, when facing Su Mianhuan, she is really regarded as a little girl.

The restaurant is hot again.

Su Mianhuan really wants to go.

Thinking about Ji Yisheng's eyes [you can't even make dumplings], Su Mianhuan starts to work with the dumplings in the same place, thinking about what Ji Yisheng taught him, and wrapping them conscientiously.

But the final frame in my mind is the ambiguous but silent atmosphere when Ji Yisheng is close to himself.

It's too close.

It makes your heart beat faster.

I don't know whether Ji Yisheng's teaching is better or Su Mianhuan is really enlightened. Although the next dumplings are not perfect, they are more regular than before.

Ji Yisheng has been pulled aside, smoking and chatting.

In Su Mianhuan's position, Ji Yisheng just leans on the stone, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

When Ji Yisheng made this move, he didn't have any social spirit. On the contrary, he looked like justice, which was inexplicable.

Suddenly, Ji Yisheng looks over.

Just so happened to catch Su Mianhuan.

With a deep and charming look on Su Mianhuan, Su Mianhuan immediately bows her head, as if she had done something wrong and regarded it as a child who had been caught. The dumpling, which was still wrapped in her hand, broke its skin again.

The little girl was annoyed and angry.

It's all Ji Yisheng.

And the people around are ready. Su Mianhuan is rushed to wash her hands. Without saying much, she goes to wash her hands quietly, just avoiding Ji Yisheng's eyes.

……

The new year's Eve meal in the team started.

Everyone got together, and without the usual taboos, everyone drank a little wine.

Naturally, Su Mianhuan was arranged to be next to Ji Yisheng. Ji Yisheng just glanced at Su Mianhuan and didn't say much.

Ji Yisheng's identity is there, and many people talk to him.

There are also many toasts.

Ji Yisheng's advance and retreat are appropriate. He doesn't offend others, and he won't let himself fall into passivity.

From time to time, people who come along will praise Su Mianhuan, who is also related to Ji Yisheng. Su Mianhuan smiles at each other, but doesn't talk much.

Eat quietly.

I don't know whether it's su Mianhuan's illusion or something else.

She always felt that under the big round table, Ji Yisheng's hand would inadvertently touch her, but it would soon be released for the first time.

It's like walking away.

The table and dishes are very good. Compared with the Cold Spring Festival in recent years, this year's Spring Festival is really different for Su Mianhuan.

I can't help being infected by this atmosphere.

"Here come the dumplings." Suddenly, a strong voice came.

A large pot of dumplings has been brought up.

We split it neatly.

Ji Yisheng, who had been chatting with others, also stopped talking. He put some dumplings in front of Su Mianhuan and said, "wanqin is from the northeast. The stuffing is very good."

Wan Qin was praised to smile.

Su Mianhuan replied, "thank you."

Then she took the dumplings, some hot, she ate a small bite of a very slow.

There was still a lively conversation around.

Most of it's about the team.

The sisters in law have their own chat content, which Su Mianhuan can't insert. She can't even ask them for a wechat group.

After all, her identity here, how to do is not appropriate.

In the end, all Su Mianhuan can do is to be quiet and occasionally answer a few questions asked by others.

When Su Mianhuan ate the third dumpling, her hand suddenly stopped and did not speak.