After mixing the five kinds of fillings, Cheng Yinian felt that white dumpling wrappers were too plain, so she mixed some spinach juice and dragon fruit again, and rolled out colored dumpling wrappers.

After all the trouble, the two of them made a bunch of dumplings. As a result, at ten o'clock in the evening, they didn't even have dinner.

Cheng Yinian froze the wrapped dumplings in the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator compartment, and was still looking at the dishes inside.

Si Qingmo panicked all of a sudden. He closed the refrigerator door and said, "That's enough, that's enough. This is enough for them."

Cheng Yinian said, "That's enough. It's rare for them to come here. Let's get more. Let me think about what other fillings we can get."

"Hey, how about you wrap something novel for them?" Cheng Yinian looked at the tomatoes in the refrigerator and said, "How about wrapping it with tomatoes and eggs?"

She did what she said, so she started to get dressed again. Si Qingmo had no choice but to help. Just seeing her busy for his family made him feel really warm in his heart.

In the past, everyone said that he and Qing Yi's childhood sweetheart were a perfect match, but he had never seen Qing Yi care about his family like this.

As for his family, they only treated Qingyi like a friend's daughter, and they had never been as affectionate as Cheng Yinian.

He thought that this was probably fate.

The two of them made more than [-] stuffed tomatoes and eggs. Cheng Yinian still wanted to toss, but Si Qingmo finally couldn't help it and said, "I'm hungry, Yiyi, we haven't had dinner yet."

At this moment, Cheng Yinian seemed to have remembered. She hurriedly went to boil water and called Si Qingmo, "Take out a few of each of the fillings from the frozen dumplings. Let's taste them first. If If any of it tastes bad, let’s not take it out and cook it for our parents and grandparents tomorrow.”

Listening to Cheng Yi Nian calling his parents and grandparents so naturally, the corners of Si Qingmo's mouth curled up again.

The two of them cooked several dumplings with all the fillings. Si Qingmo found that every filling was delicious. I have to say that the fillings made by Cheng Yi Nian were really fragrant.

After he praised Cheng Yinian well, the two of them tidied up the kitchen. When it was time to rest, it was already eleven o'clock.

Cheng Yinian took a quick shower, and when she returned to the bedroom, she found that Mo Lan had also sent her a WeChat message.

Mo Lan: [One by one, mom, dad and grandparents want to go over and see you. I wonder if you are free? 】

Mo Lan: [Oh, Yiyi, don't be embarrassed, we just want to see you, we have no other intention. 】

Mo Lan: [If you are in trouble, then we won’t go. You two live your lives well. It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay. 】

Looking at these three messages, Cheng Yinian was busy typing on his mobile phone, [Mom, I’m not embarrassed. I heard Amo say that I was supposed to go back and serve you tea, but now I ask you to come over. I’m so disrespectful. I understand etiquette. 】

Mo Lan was already lying on the bed. She kept looking at her phone, thinking why her daughter-in-law didn't reply to the message?

If you don't reply, are you really not happy for them to go there?

She was considering whether to cancel the ticket.

She kicked Si Haoyuan, who was sleeping next to her, and said, "Oh, I said, how can you sleep so well? Your daughter-in-law didn't even reply to the message, how did you fall asleep?"

Si Haoyuan woke up in confusion and held her in his arms, "Are you still waiting for a reply? Go to sleep. If you don't reply to messages one by one, you must not want us to come over and disturb you. Let's refund the tickets tomorrow. .”

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