Reborn Sweet Wife: Quan Shao's favorite

Qiao Ruoqing doesn't believe it anymore, isn't it just making dumplings?She can even handle Qiao's, but she can't conquer a dumpling wrapper?

How could there be such a ridiculous thing?

Just a few steps, very simple!

However, after wrapping several oddly shaped dumplings that were hardly recognizable as dumplings, Qiao Ruoqing found that this dumpling skin seemed to be more difficult to deal with than Chen Yali and Qiao Ruolan.

But even so, Huo Jingyuan can't be made to see a joke, and he can't be made to feel that he is not good enough!

How do you say something?Don't fight for steamed buns!

So, Qiao Ruoqing slowed down patiently, began to study carefully, and gradually began to look alike.

Huo Jingyuan was standing next to her. Seeing that she had wrapped one, he naturally handed over the dumpling wrapper in his hand. Perhaps Qiao Ruoqing was obsessed with the art of making dumplings and didn't pay attention at all. She took it and started wrapping it.

Huo Jiang and Tang Lan saw all this and smiled at each other without saying anything.

The dumplings were finally finished, and Huo Jiang joined in after rolling out the dumpling wrappers, speeding up the progress.

Qiao Ruoqing found that among the dumplings made by the four of them, she made the most recognizable dumplings.

After all, the dumplings made by the other three were quite satisfactory, while the dumplings she made, although they had improved a lot compared to when they first started, were still not satisfactory.

Qiao Ruoqing looked at the pile of dumplings with strange shapes, and she could tell at a glance that they were not from the same family as the large pile of dumplings neatly arranged next to her, so she was a little discouraged.

That's what people call neat and tidy!

Sure enough, she is not the material to do this!
It seems that it is easier to conquer Chen Yali!
Seeing the disappointment in Qiao Ruoqing's eyes, Tang Lan grabbed her hand, "Xiaoqing, it's already very good that you can wrap like this for the first time, it's much better than when Xiaojing was learning it!"

After finishing speaking, he went into the kitchen with Huo Jiang carrying the dumplings.

Huo Jingyuan didn't speak.

Let Tang Lan say what she says!Most importantly, Qiao Ruoqing seemed to be in a good mood after hearing what Tang Lan said.

"Okay, go and wash your face." Huo Jingyuan said at the right time.

"Huh?" Qiao Ruoqing turned her head to look at him, with blankness written all over her face.

Huo Jingyuan didn't speak, and pointed to her face.

Following his fingering, Qiao Ruoqing could clearly see the flour stained on his fingers, it was white and quite a lot.

Suddenly remembered, did he pinch his face when he first started making dumplings?

For the first time, Qiao Ruoqing felt that why was her reaction so slow?
No, I can't just let Huo Jingyuan bully her like this, she has to get it back!

Frowning, she relaxed for a while, Qiao Ruoqing had an idea in her mind, and pointed to Huo Jingyuan's face, "Brother Huo, there is something on your face!"

"What?" Huo Jingyuan was stunned, as if he didn't react.

Qiao Ruoqing's palms were facing down, she folded her fingers in and released them, and repeated twice. The voice she uttered was gentle and melodious, like a brisk bird flying among flowers in spring: "Come here, I'll wipe it for you."

Huo Jingyuan felt that something was wrong.

Normally, if he made any moves at close range, Qiao Ruoqing would have no time to avoid it, and would seriously tell him to keep a distance.

what is it today?He actually offered to help him wipe the dirt off his face?

But it's possible that people who are in love really have negative IQs, so Huo Jingyuan didn't think too much about it. Instead, he felt that happiness came too suddenly. Then, like a puppet, he obediently bent down and leaned very close to Qiao Ruoqing. Close enough to see her eyelashes neatly arranged one by one.

Wow, very nice...

Those pitch-black eyes, like black pearls soaked in a deep pool, shone with a seductive light, and at some point hooked his soul, as long as he could keep staring at him, he seemed to be willing to do anything for him .

He didn't understand why he had such an idea, but it just came out naturally, from the bottom of his heart.

He was engrossed in watching, until he felt a little itchy on his face before he came back to his senses, and found that Qiao Ruoqing's fingertips were gently brushing his face.

Her fingertips were covered with flour, which was different from the usual smoothness, with a slightly rough feeling.

wait, flour...

flour? !
Huo Jingyuan suddenly understood something.

Where is happiness coming so suddenly?It's clear that the little girl has gotten wild and is messing with him!

Although he understood Qiao Ruoqing's plan in his heart, Huo Jingyuan's body did not move, because he saw the upward curve of Qiao Ruoqing's mouth getting deeper and more obvious.

In her pupils, he could clearly see his own face being reflected, and he could also see Qiao Ruoqing drawing horizontal lines on his face with her fingertips.

Every time you paint, you'll be left with white traces of flour.

She first drew three strokes on his left, but she didn't think it was enough, so she hesitated for a moment, and then drew three strokes on the right.

Then, as if he had finished a certain big project, he took a step back, looked at his face carefully, finally nodded, and clapped his hands in satisfaction, "Brother Huo, you are really cute!"

Then he turned around and ran towards the bathroom.

The black hair trembled on her shoulders as she ran, like layers of waves in the sea caused by the wind.

Even though he was jumping constantly, it could make people feel a sense of peace in his heart.

When Tang Lan and Huo Jiang came back, they found Huo Jingyuan standing alone, with several marks on his face - three on the left and three on the right, like a cat's whiskers, evenly distributed and neatly arranged.

"Xiao Jing, what happened to your face?" Tang Lan was a little curious.

Her son is not such a careless person.

"Ah." Huo Jingyuan seemed to be in a good mood, and raised the corners of his lips, "I accidentally got it."

……

When Tang Lan and Xu Wen were cooking dumplings in the kitchen, Qiao Ruoqing took down the New Year's gift she had prepared in advance, and when Tang Lan came out, she gave the gift to Tang Lan.

"Xiaoqing, did you prepare a gift for me?" Tang Lan held the gift in surprise and looked left and right, as if eager to open it now and see what was inside.

"Yes." Qiao Ruoqing nodded, "Here are two copies, yours and Uncle Huo's are in it."

Now Tang Lan was even happier, and shouted to Huo Jiang who was on the sofa: "Honey, look how sensible Xiaoqing is, and she prepared us a New Year's gift, look!"

As he spoke, he carried the gift to the living room as if offering a treasure, and put it on the coffee table.

Tang Lan's reaction was too big, which made Qiao Ruoqing startled.

I don't even know what's inside, Aunt Tang is so happy...

Qiao Ruoqing thought narcissistically, maybe Tang Lan was so happy because she gave it to her?
She was still thinking, there was already an extra figure in front of her, blocking the light and enclosing her whole body in the shadow.

Qiao Ruoqing came back to her senses and found that Huo Jingyuan was looking down at her, his eyes seemed to be a little...sorrowful?
Suspecting that she had misinterpreted it, Qiao Ruoqing scratched her face, "Brother Huo, what are you looking at?"

I must have misunderstood it. How could a person like Huo Jingyuan have anything to do with the word mourning?

Huo Jingyuan stood still, but the sadness in his eyes grew stronger, "Where's mine?"

"Huh?" Qiao Ruoqing was dumbfounded.

his?What?
Neither of the two spoke, and it was unknown if it was an illusion. Qiao Ruoqing seemed to hear a gust of cold wind blowing.

It's that... embarrassing... embarrassing sound...

But it should be an illusion, after all, it is now indoors, the doors and windows are closed, and it is impossible for the wind to blow.

She was still thinking about the wind, Huo Jingyuan suddenly sighed, turned and left.

Qiao Ruoqing was stunned again.

This is gone?Didn't you just say something about him?Why did you leave without saying a word?
Following Huo Jingyuan closely, Qiao Ruoqing watched him go and sit down on the sofa in the living room. Tang Lan was discussing with Huo Jiang the New Year gift she gave them, with a smile on her face, while Huo Jingyuan was sitting alone. Beside, there seems to be a big dark cloud over the head.

Qiao Ruoqing suddenly understood what was going on.

What Huo Jingyuan said, couldn't it be... New Year's gift, right?

But she hadn't thought about giving New Year's gifts to her peers before, so when preparing, she only prepared for Huo Jiang and Tang Lan...

For a moment, Qiao Ruoqing felt a little guilty.

But it's not a big deal. She will really feel guilty when she eats the New Year's Eve dinner.

During the New Year's Eve dinner, Xu Wen was together. After everyone clinked glasses, Huo Jiang and Tang Lan gave Xu Wen a red envelope.

Then Huo Jingyuan paid New Year's greetings to the two elders, and one of them gave him a red envelope.

Qiao Ruoqing suddenly remembered the time when her parents were still there.

At that time, she also got red envelopes every year during Chinese New Year. When she was 19 years old, her mother gave her red envelopes. She was a little dissatisfied and pouted and said, "Mom, I'm already an adult, don't give me any more New Year's money! "

The mother smiled happily, as bright as a blooming lily, rubbing her hair and telling her: "No matter how old you are, in the eyes of me and your father, you will always be a child!"

Yes, as long as they are still there, I will always be a child, but now, they are gone...

In this world, it seems that there is only one person left alone.

In the originally lively atmosphere, Qiao Ruoqing suddenly felt a little sad. She picked up the glass and took a sip of the juice.

As soon as she put down the cup, she heard Tang Lan's voice: "Come on, Xiaoqing, happy new year, good luck!"

Seeing the bronzing red envelope Tang Lan handed to her, Qiao Ruoqing was startled.

The four corners of the red envelope are printed with beautiful patterns, and in the middle are four big characters arranged in an orderly manner: Congratulations on the new year.

This is... for her?

"Aunt Tang..."

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and take it." Tang Lan said while passing the red envelope forward.

Qiao Ruoqing's nose was a little sore, and she took the red envelope with trembling hands. Before she could calm down, another red envelope was handed to her eyes.

"Ruoqing, we are all a family, don't be so ignorant, come here, I wish you all the best and smooth sailing."

This is... Huo Jiang's.

"Uncle Huo..."

"Good boy, take it quickly." The man in his 50s had a gentle smile on his face, and his age could not be discerned at all.

Qiao Ruoqing pursed her lips, said "Thank you, Uncle Huo", and took the red envelope.

It seems to be quite thick...