Chapter 147

There was no one on the other side of the phone, and soon hung up.

The screen quickly went out, but Han also felt that the call in the middle of the night was not a wrong call.

Who is it?

The new year arrived in the blink of an eye. It is rare for the south to snow again. It happened that this time it was caught up. The news said that there were still places suffering from disaster.

Liang's mother had no children, and there was no place to go for the Spring Festival. She arranged the things needed for the new year early. Zhou Yunshen bought many of the new year's goods and put them there. But there were only three people in the family who were still a little lonely.

Originally, Zhou Yunshen called Linzi to celebrate the new year together, but Linzi said that he had not returned to his hometown for so many years, so he would go back to his hometown to have a look. Han also called Zhou Yunshen and Han Jingyun early, saying that the crew would shoot night drama tonight. After shooting the group dinner, he would not video with them. He would call again when he got back to the hotel.

Han Jingyun and Zhou Yunshen were disappointed and lonely. They had dinner together with Liang Ma, which was not a reunion dinner for the members of the Communist Party of China, but left a large table of dishes. Today, the frugal Liang Ma happily cleaned up the dishes and said: "the rest is good, the rest is good, the new year's Eve dinner is left over, only more than every year."

More than every year.

Zhou Yunshen has not heard these four words for many years. All he can think of is only the vague memory of his childhood when he was floating out from the door of others' home for the Chinese New Year. He does not know when he hates the new year and all kinds of festivals for family reunion to return to relatives and friends.

At that time, he was full of anger and wished that there would be no festival in the world.

Han Jingyun was absent-minded when he was watching and playing. Suddenly, he said to Zhou Yun: "my father will make dumplings for me during the Chinese New Year."

"Dumplings?"

Zhou Yun thought deeply, got up and rolled up his sleeve and said, "I'll give you a bag this year. What kind of stuffing do you want?"

Carnivore Han Jingyun resounding back a word, "meat."

This answer amused Zhou Yun to smile deeply, stretched out his hand to pinch his white tender cheek way: "with your father same."

Liang Ma was washing the dishes. At night, the skin of the dumplings was ready to be rolled by hand. The noodles of Liang Ma had already been made, so she was waiting to finish packing the dumplings. Seeing Zhou Yunshen come this year, she said in surprise, "Mr. Zhou, what are you doing here? The kitchen is dirty. I'll make dumplings later

Zhou Yunshen has washed his hands and said, "Jingyun wants to eat dumplings."

Liang Ma understood this, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou is really like a son to Jingyun."

Zhou Yun deep smile, sprinkle flour on the chopping board, took a rolling pin and said: "it is my own son."

The tone of this is full of complacency, Liang Ma said with a smile: "yes, look at what I said, is Mr. Zhou's son."

The relationship between the two is nowhere to hide in front of Liang Ma, who is now following the pace of the times, and does not feel that men and men are how wrong together. When I was young, I suffered too much. When I watched Zhou Yunshen and Han fall in love with each other, I still felt very happy.

"What's the stuffing?"

"Fresh meat, mushrooms, zucchini, beef and shrimp."

"Well, yes. Pack him more meat. Jingyun is a carnivore."

"That's not true."

Liang Ma likes to talk about these topics at this age, let alone Jingyun, which she likes. As soon as she talks about it, it's like a river with a gate opened.

"Jingyun just likes to eat meat. Just like Mr. Han, Mr. Han is not fat at all. Looking at the thin and clean man, he knows that the star wants to keep fit, but he is not fat. Otherwise, it will be hard for him to keep fit. Jingyun really followed him

"Yes."

Zhou Yunshen is in a good mood whether he thinks of Han or hears others mention Han Yi. "He loves eating meat. Even if he is fat after a period of time, he will lose his weight, and he will lose his meat without moving. It is also very enviable."

The two chatted and didn't notice that Han Jingyun also slipped in for a while, washed his hands and dried them with paper. Looking at the dumpling skins under Zhou Yunshen's hands, he said, "I also want to make dumplings."

Zhou Yunshen looked up at him, "really want to learn?"

"Mm-hmm," said Han Jingyun, "I'll give it to my father next year."

Tut, Zhou Yunshen's heart was rubbed and poked. It's really nice to be remembered. It's really warm to have a child to play.

"Learn to learn," Liang's mother had been cleaning the stove. Looking over, she said to Han Jingyun, "Jingyun follows Mr. Zhou to learn how to make dumplings. If you look at Mr. Zhou's dumpling skin, you can see that he must be good at making dumplings. The dumpling skin is rolled better than me."

Then he turned around and asked Zhou Yunshen, "is Mr. Zhou from primary school? It's amazing to know how to cook and make dumplings. "

"No

Zhou Yunshen took one of them as a demonstration to Han Jingyun and said, "I'll learn slowly after something happens"

after Song Hou broke into his house in the stinky water district, he was escorted to death by his brothers and left city B. he was angry and distressed at Han Yi and even wanted to catch him and beat him hard. It's better to take him to jump off the cliff with him and die. After that, he became a "do one" Some things that Han Yi used to like to do, but later his life gradually became stable. He began to stir fry peanuts and peanuts to make a pot of coke. He became a person who could cook potatoes eighteen times.When he did it, he thought that even if Han Yi left, no matter what it was, it would be considered that he was angry and left. He studied cooking well. Maybe he would like his craft, and would be taken in by him and come back to him? This year by year, the craftsmanship is growing.

Liang Ma didn't know these twists and turns. She just said to Han Jingyun, "Jingyun should learn from Mr. Zhou. She must be a good cook."

Han Jingyun has learned Zhou Yunshen's style to make dumplings. It's just that Zhou Yunshen looks good when he makes dumplings, but he does not like it.

"Don't be discouraged."

Zhou Yun thought deeply and said, "I'll teach you a simple, southern dumpling."

"Nickname," he laughs, "hand copied."

"Is there a difference?"

Han Jingyun blinked.

"Of course, there is a difference," Zhou Yunshen said in a random way. After making a manuscript in the shape of Yuanbao, he handed it to Han Jingyun and said, "look, isn't it very different?"

Said to be dizzy Han Jingyun nodded: "is to look at different."

"Well, so you learn?"

Han Jingyun's answer is naturally loud, so a meal of dumplings Leng is made in two shapes, Liang Ma beside them to put dumplings and ready to eat dumpling seasoning at night, time so quietly slip away.

At 11:30, Zhou Yunshen and Han Jingyun were already staring at each other in the living room.