Song's Villa Garden.

Song Yuyi, Ye Qinqin and Song's mother came to the villa garden.

I saw Father Song and Song Liansheng sitting at a rectangular marble table.

Father Song sat above.

Song Liansheng sat at the bottom.

Father Song sat on a leisure chair, holding a mooncake with a pumpkin flavor of jujube paste, and looked at Song Liansheng with a distressed face in surprise.

"Song Liansheng, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Song Liansheng reluctantly hooked the corners of her lips.

"It's really nothing, I think you seem to have something on your mind, and you haven't even eaten the mooncakes you made yourself." Father Song looked at the moon cake in front of Song Liansheng and couldn't help but smile, "The moon cake you made is really big, and the moon cake is like a plate." ”

Song Liansheng listened to Father Song's words.

His face became more and more gloomy.

He looked at the mooncakes that had been marked.

I just felt that my stomach was tumbling over the river and the sea.

He really didn't want to eat the mooncakes he made himself.

Father Song slowly ate the mooncakes with the flavor of jujube paste and pumpkin.

Then, he moved his gaze from the tangled and complicated Song Liansheng to Song Mu, Song Yuyi, and Ye Qinqin, who were walking slowly.

"Wife." Father Song got up and strode towards Song Yuyi and the others.

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On the inky black starry sky, a bright moon that seems to be plated with silver brilliance hangs in the sky.

Ye Qinqin and Song Yuyi sat together.

Song Yuyi put out his baked miniature moon cakes with various flavors and listed them in front of Ye Qinqin.

"Qinqin, this is the taste of pumpkin in jujube paste, this is the taste of lotus paste sugar, this is the taste of pear wind fruit, this is the taste of lotus paste honey beans, this is the taste of Suzhou-style pear, this is the taste of red bean paste, this is the taste of chocolate, this is the taste of fresh meat, ......" Song Yuyi pointed to the miniature moon cakes and introduced them one by one.

Ye Qinqin's eyes were shining, looking at the position in front of him.

Miniature mooncakes woven into the shape of flower petals.

The miniature moon cakes are bright in color and different shapes, some are like a small sun, some are like a small crescent moon, and some are like small leaves, which look good and delicious.

She picked up a moon cake in the shape of a small sun, and the little sun was pinched into the palm of her hand, which was extremely small.

Open your mouth and you can eat it in one bite.

Ye Qinqin put the little sun mooncake in his mouth and took a bite gently. The smooth and delicate mooncakes are fragrant in the mouth, with the sweetness of red bean paste, and the taste is wonderful.

"Qinqin, how does it taste!" Song Yu stared at Ye Qinqin intently.

"Brother Yi, it tastes delicious." Ye Qinqin finished eating the red bean paste mooncake, stretched out his hand, and picked up a mooncake in the shape of a small crescent, "What kind of taste is this?" ”

"This is the taste of fresh meat, I mix beef in fresh meat, it should taste good!" Song Yuyi is as gentle as water.

Ye Qinqin listened to Song Yuyi's introduction.

Quickly pick up a small mooncake in the shape of a crescent moon and put it in your mouth.

The deliciousness of the fresh meat is mixed with the tenderness of the beef, and the slightly spicy flavor with the gravy aroma makes it more aftertaste after eating.

"Brother Yi, I found that no matter what it is, as long as you make it, it is delicious." Ye Qinqin looked at Song Yuyi with admiration.

Song Yuyi smiled slightly.

Doquetting: "Qinqin, as long as you like to eat, Qinqin likes to eat, I will be happy." ”

Ye Qinqin listened to Song Yuyi's tender words.

Happily plucked the cherry red lips.

looked at Song Yuyi with a smile.

"Brother Yi, you can eat too." Ye Qinqin stretched out his hand, picked up a small crescent-shaped miniature moon cake, and stuffed it into Song Yuyi's mouth.

Song Yuyi opened his mouth.

Homeopathically use your mouth to hold Ye Qinqin's index finger.

Ye Qinqin's cheeks were flushed.

Shyly and disgusted, he glanced at Song Yuyi.

The four eyes intersect, and the tenderness is infinite.