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"Wen Wan~", Cheng Yuan looked at He Wen Wan with a little dissatisfaction.

"There are fish", He Wenwan pointed to the fish soup and said.

Small green vegetables, tofu, fish soup...

It's so dull, Cheng Yuan silently munched on the green vegetables, feeling hopeless.

"You can't eat greasy and spicy food for your wound." Seeing Cheng Yuan's appearance, he is a gentle and gentle persuader.

"Okay," Cheng Yuan agreed, but he was still depressed, unhappy that he couldn't eat meat.

"Hey", He Wenwan sighed softly, called Xiaolan in, and gave instructions in a low voice.

The two ate slowly, He Wenwan liked to be light, and the food was cooked according to her taste, Cheng Yuan had no choice, and she would not make Wen Wan unhappy, so he could only eat in silence.

After a while, Xiaolan brought up a plate of food, and she knew it was for Cheng Yuan.

"Let's eat," He Wenwan put the food in front of Cheng Yuan, signaling her to eat it quickly.

Cheng Yuan looked at He Wenwan, she didn't expect Wen Wan to compromise for her.

A plate of fried meat with celery.

Although still fried...

But Cheng Yuan was very happy. It was meat. In Qian Mansion, he drank porridge and chicken soup for several days...

"Wen Wan, you're so kind," Cheng Yuan said, putting a chopstick into his mouth as he spoke, and began to eat.

Seeing that Cheng Yuan was finally happy, He Wenwan smiled and ate more with Cheng Yuan.

In the end, Cheng's mother found out about Cheng Yuan's injury, and Cheng Yuan was severely punished.

Cheng Yuan ran to He Wenwan to complain, but was not comforted. He Wenwan also felt that he should clean up Cheng Yuan and let her know how many people who cared about her would worry about her.

Cheng Yuan walked away pitifully, but then received the "Wufangzhai" snacks sent by He Wenwan.

Cheng Yuan ate two big pieces with tears in his eyes. Cheng's mother asked, "Reconciled?"

Cheng Yuan muttered, "We didn't quarrel."

Cheng's mother put it another way, "Then, she knows all about it"?

Cheng Yuan nodded.

The wound is scarred, and the shoulders can move slightly. Qian Yaoyao also sent someone to send news that everything is going well in Wushan, and Cheng Yuan understands that everything is developing for the better.

In the end, He Wenwan didn't know the ultimate purpose of Cheng Yuan and Qian Yaoyao's going to Yangcheng, and if Cheng Yuan didn't say anything, she wouldn't force her.

In the twelfth lunar month, the last month of the lunar calendar, Cheng Yuan's memory of the past life is also blurred. In the Yan Dynasty, having relatives, friends, and people he likes, this is the greatest happiness.

The only trouble is the gentle attitude, Cheng Yuan is a bit confused.

Wen Wan never refuses Cheng Yuan's closeness and overtures, but she doesn't directly say that she likes to be with her. Cheng Yuan, a rookie in love, is really at a loss. Could it be that Wen Wan is like a modern scumbag?

In the twelfth lunar month, you have to eat Laba porridge. The [-]th of the twelfth lunar month is New Year’s Eve, which is the time when the old and the new alternate. As soon as midnight arrives, the twelfth lunar month is over and the new year begins.

Cheng's mother has been busy for a long time, buying chicken and fish, frying food, making wine...

While Cheng's mother was frying all kinds of food, Cheng Yuan secretly ate them, and brought Youyi with him. In Cheng Yuan's words, it was eaten openly. Fried small balls were the best, very crispy, one bite Very happy.

This is the first twelfth lunar month that Cheng Yuan has come here. In modern times, it has never happened, and there is no sense of ritual. Maybe the twelfth lunar month is still eating instant noodles and working overtime.

Knowing that Cheng Yuan is greedy, Cheng's mother also cooks all kinds of food, no less than New Year's Eve, Cheng's mother treats Youyi as her own child, she also has Cheng Yuan's, and she will never show favoritism.

The last time Cheng Yuan went to Yangcheng and was injured, but after that, his family was obviously rich, and Cheng's mother also learned about it. It can be seen from Guang Chengyuan's jewelry that he gave himself from time to time. The child has his own ideas when he grows up. Cheng's mother does not interfere, but Cherish your own body, for which Cheng's mother and Cheng Yuan talked all night.

The servants, servants, and Cheng Yuan have all bought some from the matchmaker. Obviously, this twelfth lunar month is relatively lively.

Wushan and Cheng Yuan didn't go any more, and left it to Qian Yaoyao to take care of it. The genius treasures taken out of it also caused an uproar. Everyone doesn't know the goods.

In the evening, Cheng Yuan ate a bowl of Laba porridge. On a whim, he wanted to give some to He Wenwan to taste. Then he filled his mind with a bowl and asked the servant to drive the carriage and went out. Fool, is it possible that He Fu doesn't even have Laba porridge?

"Leave her alone, she really gets more and more stupid the longer she grows", Cheng Mu and You Yi complained, "Eat more".

Youyi also thinks that Cheng Yuan is a big fool, he took the Laba porridge over and it was still cold, while happily eating the meat that Cheng's mother sandwiched.

He Wenwan is also full of black lines. Cheng Yuan's IQ must be negative.

"Wen Wan, I brought you a super delicious Laba porridge." Cheng Yuan held the bowl in both hands as if offering a treasure, and handed it to He Wenwan, looking at it expectantly.

He Wenwan reached out to take it, and lightly scooped a spoonful into her mouth. It was really sweet, sweet to the bottom of her heart.

"How about it"?Cheng Yuan asked.

"Delicious", He Wenwan chuckled and replied.

"I knew it, it was delicious and sweet," Cheng Yuan was satisfied.

"Fool", He Wenwan also laughed along with her, as long as she was by Cheng Yuan's side, she always seemed happy.

"Tired"?He Wenwan looked at the thin sweat on Cheng Yuan's forehead, and gently wiped her with a handkerchief.

Cheng Yuan shook his head, signaling He Wenwan to eat Laba porridge quickly.

Xiaolan said: "Mr. Cheng, the porridge is cold, and the lady has a bad stomach."

"Little Lan"!He Wenwan interrupted in a cold voice.

Xiaolan lowered her head and dared not speak.

Cheng Yuan was taken aback for a moment, yes, along the way, even if he wrapped himself tightly, the porridge would still be cold, Wen Wan still eats if he has a bad stomach, Cheng Yuan feels a little uncomfortable.

"Wen Wan, I hugged it in my arms, but I didn't expect it to be cold, I'm so stupid," Cheng Yuan said.

He Wenwan reached out and touched Cheng Yuan's head, and said, "It's very sweet, I like it very much", and ate a spoonful after speaking.

Cheng Yuan was in a hurry, why did Wen Wan continue to eat.

He reached out and snatched it, and pulled three spoonfuls and two spoonfuls into his mouth. While chewing, he looked at He Wenwan, his complacent eyes seemed to say, now you have nothing to eat.

He Wenwan's face turned red, it was the spoon she used.

Cheng Yuan didn't know it, he was still smiling complacently.

He Wenwan had nothing to do with her, and said angrily: "It's cold, and it will hurt my stomach if I drink it."

Cheng Yuan replied: "It's okay, I won't hurt, I'm afraid your stomach will be uncomfortable."

"Wen Wan, my mother is still waiting for me to eat at home, I have to go", there is no way to give up, I still have to go back.

"I'll see you off", I haven't seen this person for several days, and I only got along with him for a short while today, so Wen Wan didn't want to give up.

Walking through He's Garden, a little bit of snow fell from the sky.

"It's snowing," Cheng Yuan looked surprised, and stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes, but they disappeared when they fell into the palm of his hand.

Today's first snow.

"Wen Wan..." Cheng Yuan took He Wenwan's hand and looked at each other, there was only each other's silhouette in the world.

Cheng Yuan leaned closer and tasted the fragrance, it was extremely soft, slightly cool and fragrant.

He Wenwan closed her eyes, felt the other person's presence, her palms were sweating, her left hand was held, her right hand was tightly squeezed into a handkerchief, and she held back the □□ that blurted out.

It seems like a long time, and it seems like only a moment.

Cheng Yuan was reluctant to part with him, but he had no choice but to do so. This was He Fu, and he was already presumptuous.

When they parted, they looked at each other, and Cheng Yuan was fascinated.

Until he returned to Cheng's mansion, Cheng Yuan was still dumbfounded, laughing foolishly.

Xiaolan followed the two from a distance, not disturbing or making a sound, seeing this scene, she felt that the couple was a perfect match.

The always cold lady also has a shy side. Sure enough, only in front of Mr. Cheng will the lady let go of her burden, Xiaolan thought to herself.

"That kid is here again," Father He asked casually at the dinner table.

He Wenwan paused, Father He's seemingly easy questioning was actually not simple.

In the end, He Wenwan only said lightly, "Mmm."

"Wen Wan, what is Mr. Cheng thinking now, why..." Mother He asked.

He Wenwan can also guess what was not said later, it is nothing more than why there is no movement, no marriage proposal and so on.

He is gentle and silent.