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In the evening, the orange-red sunset was reflected in the sky. An Xiaojing sat in front of the bed and hugged Yan Wujing. He patted Yan Wujing's back while looking at the beautiful sunset outside the window.

From time to time, he lowered his eyes and glanced at Yan Wujing who was sleeping soundly, knowing that Yan Wujing was exhausted last night, so he didn't wake him up, and wanted to wait for him to sleep until he woke up naturally before going to dinner together.

Suddenly, a phone ringing woke up Yan Wujing, An Xiaojing picked up the phone and looked, it turned out to be Xie Wenxuan's ocean phone.

"Wujing, it's Xie Wenxuan's call." An Xiaojing handed the phone to Yan Wujing, who half-opened his eyes and hummed lightly, then took the phone.

"what's up?"

Xie Wenxuan on the other end of the phone yelled immediately: "Good Yan Wujing! Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing?!"

"You are far away abroad, can I tell you that it is useful?"

"Why is it useless?! Also, how is Ms. Qiancha's situation now? Are you okay? I was almost worried to death just now, and I still want to eat the sweet and sour pork ribs made by Ms. Qiancha herself."

"Why do you only think about eating? But don't worry, she's fine, and now my dad is watching over her."

"That's good, as long as Auntie is fine, I wanted to fly back to China just now."

"If it's okay, hang up."

"Okay, okay, goodbye!"

After Yan Wujing hung up the phone, An Xiaojing immediately reached out and rubbed the hair on his forehead, "Are you full of sleep? Do you want to get up for dinner? I'm a little hungry, and it's dinner time."

Yan Wujing put his phone aside, put his arms around An Xiaojing's waist and kissed his lips, and said with a doting look: "Brother Jing, I think dinner can be eaten later, I would rather eat something called An Xiaojing's food."

An Xiaojing pursed her lips and snickered, and pushed Yan Wujing, "Don't make trouble, I really want to go downstairs for dinner, my stomach is almost starving."

Yan Wujing stared at An Xiaojing with aggrieved eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Brother Jing, can we continue our afternoon exercise after dinner? We didn't have a good time in the afternoon."

"I'm tired, it depends."

"Don't worry, if your back hurts, I can help you massage."

"Okay, get dressed and go downstairs for dinner."

"Okay, my brother Jing."

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After Xie Wenxuan hung up Yan Wujing's phone call, he walked to the dining room. He opened the chair and sat at the dining table, and glanced at the breakfast on the table.

"Daughter-in-law, your cooking skills are amazing. The polenta smells delicious, so it must be delicious."

Ye Ling put a bowl of hot corn porridge in front of Xie Wenxuan, and asked with concern: "Is Mr. Yan's mother okay now?"

"It's all right, Ms. Qiancha is resting at home now, under the care of Uncle Yan Chen."

Ye Ling nodded, "Yes."

Xie Wenxuan took a sip of the corn porridge, and the sweet taste instantly swept over his taste buds. I don't know if it was because of Ye Ling, but he actually felt that this bowl of polenta was the sweetest he had ever eaten.

"Daughter-in-law, the polenta you made is so sweet and delicious."

"Well, eat more if it tastes good, don't starve yourself and say that I abused you."

Xie Wenxuan took a big mouthful of polenta, with a happy and satisfied expression on his face.

"Daughter-in-law, let's go to the amusement park to ride the carousel later, shall we?"

"How old are you? Still riding the carousel?"

"No matter how old I am, I have never been on the merry-go-round with you. I just want to ride the merry-go-round with you. Are you going or not?"

Looking at Xie Wenxuan's angry face, Ye Ling sighed helplessly, "Well, according to you, I really can't stand your childishness."

"If you can't bear it, you have to bear it. I don't despise you for being old, but you still dare to despise my childishness? Hmph!"