Yishi Yijia

Even Tang Mubai thought it was amazing.

No matter whether he is the nanny or the hostess, Fu Yun, his cooking skills are excellent. He has been raised with a very picky mouth and stomach since he was a child. Not to mention that Lu Yining's love egg cake has added ingredients this time, even if there are no ingredients. , the taste is also far from what he likes to eat.

Probably because the little girl's eyes were too gentle and clean, the string in Tang Mubai's head was wrong, and suddenly he didn't want to see her lost expression, so he frowned and ate all the heart-shaped egg cakes.

Lu Yining thought that her craftsmanship had been recognized, but she was happier, her eyes curled, "Senior, is it alright?"

Tang Mubai made a sound of "um".

Although he talked a lot, he couldn't bite the bullet and open his eyes to talk nonsense.

Lu Yining was a little embarrassed: "My first time cooking, I thought you didn't like it..."

"…"

He saw that Lu Yining was cooking for the first time.

Tang Mubai unscrewed the water bottle, took a sip of water, and then screwed on the bottle cap. When he put the water bottle on the corner of the table, he caught a glimpse of a red spot under Lu Yining's right index finger.

The girl's skin is very white, so the red piece is particularly abrupt.

Tang Mubai's eyes stopped on her hand for a few seconds, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Lu Yining was still excitedly unable to find Bei in her own world, and when she heard the words, she followed Tang Mubai's line of sight. She subconsciously curled up her fingers and retracted, "I was scalded by the oil."

Her tone was too understated, as if she was not the one who almost cried with hot oil standing in front of the pot an hour ago.

Tang Mubai tilted his head, and after a few seconds, he raised his eyes, stared into her eyes and smiled: "Does it hurt?"

"…fine."

The pain is definitely painful, but no matter how much it hurts, it's worth seeing the person you like smile.

In fact, I haven't seen him for a long time, but here in Lu Yining, it seems like a long time has passed.

It's said that if you don't see it for one day, it's like every three autumns, but it's better to use it on your body.

For example, Lu Weiguo and Xu Man would not feel long after seeing Lu Yining for a few years, but when the object was changed to Tang Mubai, she really felt that many years had passed.

Just seeing each other makes me happy.

The curvature of Lu Yining's mouth never came down. She raised her hand to hold her face, her eyes were full of light, "Senior, are you concerned about me?"

Tang Mubai retracted his gaze and said nothing.

"Senior, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Mubai stretched out his hand, put his index finger on his lips, and snorted.

Lu Yining pursed the corners of her mouth, and shut her mouth very obediently.

Because it was a holiday, not many people came to the self-study class. Lu Yining shut up and the whole classroom was quiet.

She slept late last night and woke up early again today. The heating in the classroom was on, and the temperature was suitable. In addition, no one spoke in the classroom. There was only Tang Mubai's soft flipping sound and the rustling sound of writing. Inexplicably felt at ease.

After a while at ease, she changed from holding her face admiring the beauty to lying on the table and falling asleep.

Lu Yining's sleeping appearance was not bad, except for a little movement when he was lying on the table, and there was no other sound except breathing.

Tang Mubai was like a cat sleeping beside him, silent, but clingy and obedient.

Unexpected harmony everywhere.

Tang Mubai turned another page of the book, and the corners of his mouth curved quietly.

He suddenly felt that this kind of study regardless of vacation, from this day onwards, did not seem to be so boring.

—

Because of Tang Mubai's approval and encouragement, Lu Yining's love breakfast plan not only did not run aground, but became more and more attentive.

Every day, I learn new recipes from the nanny in different ways, and over time, even the cooking skills are rapidly improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was rare for Tang Mubai to be a young man with three normal meals.

Days go by like this, and soon it will be the end of the year.

At the end of the year, Beicheng Street was decorated with lights, and the atmosphere was lively and festive.

Lu Yining has the habit of tearing up calendars, and each time she tore up one, she felt more melancholy.

According to what Tang Mubai said before, in another three or five days, he probably won't be staying at the school.

And what does this mean?

It means that Lu Yining won't be able to see Tang Mubai for a while, and not seeing Tang Mubai is not the point. The most important thing is that when the school starts again, she may not have the chance to be so close to him again.

The intimacy that has finally been cultivated is about to return to zero, and Lu Yining can't even think about melancholy.

This kind of melancholy lasted for a few days, until Tang Mubai returned home, her melancholy reached the top, and she didn't even have the mood to study the recipe.

Aunt Lu Xinrong knew that she was learning how to cook as if she had taken the wrong medicine recently. At first, she would lecture a few times. Later, thinking that the girl had grown up, she would have to learn a piece of meat, so she went with her.

At noon on New Year's Eve, no one in the family went out to work, so they watched TV neatly in the living room. Lu Xinrong twisted a cherry and looked at Lu Yining with a smile: "Xiaoyi has been learning how to cook for so long recently, and my aunt has not tasted it yet. Well, make a dish for my aunt tonight?"

Lu Yining was playing games on the tablet, the corners of her mouth drooped slightly, and her expression looked aggrieved: "No."

"What's the matter with your child, you finally learned how to cook and don't give it to your aunt... It's not for some little boy, right?"

As soon as these words came out, Lu Yining suddenly remembered something, raised his eyes, and made eye contact with Lu Jingxing, who was sitting on the sofa opposite.

Lu Jingxing frowned slightly, but he was about to speak.

Afraid that he would guess his thoughts, Lu Yining quickly sat up straight, put down the tablet, got up and walked to the kitchen: "Just kidding, I will do it, I will do it right away!"

It turns out that being coerced and voluntary are completely two effects.

Lu Yining thinks that she has mastered her cooking skills, but she may be really unwilling. In addition, she thinks about the people she hasn't seen for two days. As a result, two dishes are brought out. .

It's usually fine, but today Lu Yining didn't eat a few bites of rice, and what he did was a very aggrieved expression. Just as Lu Xinrong turned the chopsticks to pick up other dishes, the husband next to him coughed, "What are you doing? Don't you know that we have been in the kitchen for a long time to fry it, don't you eat nonsense?"

"…"

Of course it doesn't make sense!

The whole family indulged Lu Yining extremely, and by the end of the meal, the two dishes she cooked were all empty.

Lu Yining finally felt better. After playing cards with the three at night, it was almost midnight when she washed up and lay on the bed. She edited a message and sent it to Tang Mubai: [Senior, happy new year. 】

Tang Mubai: [Happy New Year. 】

The bell rang at twelve, and the first year Lu Yining and Tang Mubai knew each other passed like this.

—

Lu Yining stayed at home for several days.

Although she didn't think about Tang Mubai to the point where she didn't want to eat, but every time she thought about it, she felt empty in her heart, as if something was missing.

There was really no way, Lu Yining could only turn his thoughts into sleep.

Sleep in the afternoon, sleep at night, as long as there is nothing to sleep.

On the afternoon of the sixth day of the sixth day, Lu Yining fixed some movies after having lunch, and woke up after four o'clock in the afternoon.

She slept with dry mouth, and was about to go downstairs to pour some water. As soon as she opened the door, a roar came from the next room: "Damn Tang Mubai, you're going to blow me up with Wang, right?"