There was silence in the bedroom, and the hand, unconsciously, was grasped.

A man's deep voice came from his ear: "What are you thinking?" ”

Mu Wan blinked, stared thoughtfully at the ceiling and said, "It's okay, I'm just thinking about something." ”

Hearing this, Gu Yichen turned over to her and asked, "I want to hear it." ”

Mu Wan lay on the pillow and glanced at him: "Actually, it's nothing, I'm just thinking that I will be able to graduate next year." ”

Gu Yichen stared at her and asked with interest: "If you want to intern in my company, do you want to continue to run your studio." ”

Mu Wan looked at him: "Of course, it would be great to be able to learn some experience from your company, but ...... I think the studio will be very busy at that time, and I should think about it. ”

"Okay." He answered.

……

This Lantern Festival, Mu Wan originally thought that she could make dumplings with Song Lian, and then the family spent it happily.

However, what was unexpected was that Song Xuemei did not plan to return to Haicheng these days, and wanted to stay in the old mansion to spend the Lantern Festival with Song Lian.

And Chu Jiawen is also back.

Therefore, when making dumplings, except for Yun Ma, who was silent, there were four women.

Song Xuemei glanced at Song Lian's white fingers: "Sister, this kind of thing, you can let the maid come, why do you have to do everything yourself?" ”

After speaking, she also deliberately glanced at Mu Wan's hands, although Song Lian was her elder, her hands were not as well maintained as Song Lian.

There were scars all over it, and my hands were particularly bloated, and four words suddenly came to mind: braised pig's trotters.

"I wasn't going to pack it myself, but ...... I like to eat grape-flavored rice balls, Wan likes to eat matcha-flavored, and we both want to wrap up a little bit of our favorite flavor. ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Xuemei asked the key question: "What kind of taste do the brother-in-law and Yichen like?" ”

Hearing this, Song Lian and Mu Wan were both stunned and took care of themselves.

Song Lian thought for a while: "Uh...... Gu Tingyuan, he likes the original flavor, and so does Gu Yichen. ”

"Are the dumplings original?" Song Xuemei asked in surprise.

"I said he liked it, and he liked it." Song Lian wrapped the rice balls in one hand and said disapprerovingly.

"Does Yichen also like to eat glutinous rice balls?"

Mu Wan smiled: "Yichen is generally not a picky eater. ”

Anyway, what she does for him, what he usually eats, and she also cooked for him for a few days during the few days in the downtown apartment.

Song Xuemei glanced at Mu Wan and said suspiciously: "You are a hand...... Is it a hot scar? ”

When Mu Wan heard this, she responded: "Oh, it's chilblains." ”

Anyway, from an outsider's point of view, the first reaction is indeed a scar of burning.

"No wonder your hands look so bloated, like braised pig's trotters, which look like a girl's hands." Song Xuemei said with a disgusted face.

Actually, Song Lian also paid attention to this question, but she didn't ask much about it.

Just about to speak, I heard Mu Wan's laughter in my ears: "Then you really have a tacit understanding, usually when they come to my hands, the first reaction is braised pig's trotters." ”

Hearing this, Song Lian couldn't help but laugh along, and the critical atmosphere eased a little.

Song Xuemei heard Song Lian say that Gu Tingyuan likes to eat the original flavor, and seeing that the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law did their best to pack the taste they liked, they also wanted to pack a few more for Gu Tingyuan, so she asked: "Sister, what is the original flavor, I will also pack a few, it won't be all glutinous rice in it, right?" ”

When Song Lian heard this, she was speechless for a while, and picked one casually: "This ...... This orange flavor is the original flavor, you can wrap this. ”