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Song Xiao finally carried a fruit basket and followed Xie Ji home.

The old couple in the kitchen were busy chopping stuffing. They wiped their hands when they heard the door opening and came out to greet them. Seeing Song Xiao's expensive-looking fruit basket, he even said that it cost him money.

Xie Ji interjected from the side, "Don't let him make him feel uncomfortable."

His father, Xie Zhengyi, slapped him on the back, "How can you talk to the leader!"

Xie Ji raised an eyebrow at Song Xiao, and Song Xiao had no choice but to smooth things over for him, dumbfounded.

After finally finishing the polite words, Xie Ji's parents had to go back to work in the kitchen, and asked Xie Ji to take Song Xiao to rest.

"You don't need me to meet you?"

"Just accompany your leaders."

"Come on," Xie Ji looked at Song Xiao with a smile, "President Song, do you want to learn how to make peace?"

Song Xiao has never been interested in housework.

But Xie Ji, wearing a shirt and rolling up his sleeves, having a face-to-face meeting in the simple and elegant living room of his home, unexpectedly made him unable to take his eyes off him.

"Don't be in a daze," Xie Ji pushed him with his elbow, "The noodles are too dry, go get me some water."

So Song Xiao carefully brought a bowl of water from the kitchen, and then added it to the noodles little by little according to Xie Ji's instructions.

Xie Ji was amused by him, "Aren't you eager to take a beaker to measure how much before you feel relieved?"

Song Xiao was not convinced, "Then how do you know how much water to put in the noodles?"

"It feels like it," Xie Ji said, "Besides, if you do it, you can moisten it a little bit, and it can cover it anyway."

"Is that okay?"

"You can do whatever you want," Xie Ji kneaded the dough a few times, "Do you want to try it?"

……

Xie Ji watched Song Xiao's movements for a while, and couldn't help complaining, "I asked you to knead the dough, not give you a massage."

So Song Xiao, who was already trembling, didn't know what to do.

Xie Ji sighed, it would be night after Song Xiao finished kneading the dough before making dumplings, so he should do it himself.

Seeing Song Xiao's disappointed expression on the way, he grabbed a small lump of noodles and gave it to him, "Actually, kneading is pretty good, but it's a bit slow, why don't you knead this for fun?"

Like coaxing a child.

Song Xiao pouted, and reached out to re-roll Xie Ji's loose sleeves, "Forget it, you can teach me next time when you are not in a hurry."

Xie Ji naturally handed over the other arm to let him roll up his sleeve, "You still want to learn?"

"Think." Song Xiao's fingertips brushed across the young man's forearm muscles, Xie Jiyou didn't notice anything, but he himself felt a little hot, "I can't just eat and do nothing every time."

That's what I said, but Song Xiaoguang only learned how to make dumplings for a long time.

Sitting next to him, Xie Ji rolled out the dough, and wanted to laugh when he saw his mother teaching Song Xiao how to make dumplings.

His mother, Ms. Ji Chunlan, as a senior people's teacher, has a tongue that has been fighting with him and his father for many years. Now, looking at Song Xiao's movements, she doesn't know how to speak.

I just want him to watch TV in peace.

"Song Xiao," Xie Ji held back a smile to save his mother, "don't make any bags yet, help me with the medicine."

So his mother breathed a sigh of relief, and started to start a conversation, asking about Song Xiao's family situation inside and outside the conversation.

Xie Ji kicked his mother lightly under the table, and got a stare.

Xie Ji had no choice but to turn around and kick Song Xiao, meaning you take it easy and don't tell my mother anything, and then received a rather innocent look.

have to.

Song Xiao seldom chatted with middle-aged and elderly women, and he knew nothing about this kind of folk language that appeared to be a chat but was actually an interrogation.

Mr. Song, who is all-powerful in the negotiation field, is actually a little naive in front of his parents.

Xie Ji sighed secretly, and heard his mother say, "Xiao Ji, go to the refrigerator and get some red dates."

"Ah?" Xie Ji didn't understand why, "Why?"

"Didn't you hear Xiao Song say that he didn't eat dumplings this year? Make him a red date dumpling."

Song Xiao was more confused than him, his eyes followed him to the kitchen and back.

"It's our family's habit to eat dumplings with red dates to keep us safe for a year," Xie Ji explained to him. "It used to be wrapped in coins, but my mother thought it was dirty, so I changed it to wrap red dates."

"...Thank you, Auntie."

"It's not easy for a child to do business alone," Ji Chunlan sighed, "In the future, if you are not busy during the Chinese New Year, you can come to my aunt's house for dinner."

Song Xiao's eye circles were red this time, he nodded, and stared at Xie Ji in a daze.

"Look at me," Xie Ji laughed, "My empress dowager has spoken, can I not let you come?"

Ji Chunlan was serving dumplings in the kitchen, Xie Zhengyi was cutting garlic beside him, and Xie Ji was responsible for cleaning up the messy tools and ashes on the table.

In the name of helping Xie Ji, Song Xiao followed him around but didn't know what to do.

Xie Ji felt a little mischievous, and threw the ashes in his hand towards Song Xiao's face.

Song Xiao didn't move, and let him smear four white spots on his face.Xie Ji didn't expect it to be painted on, so he laughed and said, "Why don't you hide?"

Song Xiao raised his hand and rubbed his face, "Why should I hide?" It makes sense.

So Xie Ji evil was born out of courage, and simply stretched out both hands to wipe the flour on his face.

Only the place where the glasses are left is clean.

Song Xiao stood there with a good temper, "Why are you so naive?" Xie Ji pinched his nose, "What if I'm naive?"

Song Xiao raised his head in accordance with his movements, "It's nothing, it's cute."

But Xie Ji still didn't dare to let his mother see the good deeds he did, so after packing up, he took Song Xiao to the bathroom to wash his face.

Without unpacking the new towel, Xie Ji pulled a few tissues for him to wipe his face.

The two of them finally packed up and went to the restaurant to eat by themselves, Xie Ji suddenly grabbed him.

"what happened?"

"Confetti." Xie Ji reached out and took a piece of white from Song Xiao's mouth, and touched his lips again in a strange way.