Chapter 217 What Happened?

What's wrong with this guy? Is it menopause?

She pouted, took the spoon out of the bowl resentfully, threw it on the plate, then picked up the bowl again and drank like before.

After drinking, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, very satisfied and proud.

Having spent the afternoon with the children today, her mood has not been cheerful for a long time.

Well, so don't care about him, don't take his attitude towards her to your heart and affect your mood.

After dinner, she helped Aunt Zhang clean up the dishes.

Aunt Zhang refused to let her help, but she insisted on helping, wearing a floral apron and gloves after washing, and wiped the dishes to a bright spot.

And each one has to be put under the light to take a photo before putting it into the disinfection cabinet.

After the dishes were washed, she turned around and saw Aunt Zhang kneading the dough, "Aunt Zhang, why are you kneading dough so late?"

She walked over and stared at Aunt Zhang's skillful kneading technique, and asked curiously.

Aunt Zhang is not only good at cooking, but also proficient in pasta. Every time she eats dumplings at home, she rolls the dumpling wrappers by herself.

She is good at steaming buns and steamed buns.

While kneading the noodles, Aunt Zhang replied with a smile: "The third young master didn't eat a few bites at night. I'm afraid he will be hungry soon, so I'll make some hand-rolled noodles for him."

I remember that when she first entered Yan's house, Aunt Zhang was plump. After so many years, her hands were loose and wrinkled.

Both she and Yan Rusheng like to eat her hand-rolled noodles, which are very chewy.

Xuxu stared at Aunt Zhang's hands for a while, and suddenly she had a sudden impulse, smiled and reached out to snatch the dough from her hand, "Then I'll help you."

Aunt Zhang just let her do it and instructed her what to do.

Xuxu basically has everything at his fingertips, it's just a matter of heat.

Under the guidance of Aunt Zhang, a bowl of hand-rolled noodles made by her was deliciously served on the table.

Xuxu also put some minced green onion on it, and she was done, and she felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart.

"Aunt Zhang, do you think I'm not bad?" She pointed to the masterpiece she had just finished, and praised Aunt Zhang quite proudly.

Aunt Zhang gave her a thumbs up, "Miss really can go out of the hall and into the kitchen."

Xuxu's goal was achieved, and she was happy. She picked up the noodles with both hands and handed them to Aunt Zhang, "Hurry up and serve, I'll wash the pot."

Aunt Zhang didn't reach out to take it, "Just let them wash the pot, you can send it to the third young master, it's so late."

The young couple finally made some progress, so give them more opportunities to develop.

It's too wasteful to give this old lady such a good opportunity to deliver food on such a big night.

The most important thing is that this bowl of noodles is made by the lady herself, which is very meaningful.

"Eh..." Hearing this, Xuxu stared at the face in his hand and hesitated for a moment, then nodded reluctantly, "Okay."

If she sent it up, she couldn't guarantee that he would eat it.

As she expected, Yan Rusheng was in the study, she knocked on the door, and she opened the door only to get his permission.

He was sitting at his desk, holding a mouse in one hand and a cigarette in the other, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were slightly squinted, staring at the computer screen, his brows were wrinkled like Sichuan characters.

Looks very heavy.

The smell of cigarettes permeated the room, and Xuxu tried to figure out his thoughts as he walked towards him.

After eating last night, he seemed to have changed and became preoccupied.

What the hell happened?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Yan Rusheng looked away from the computer and looked at Xuxu who was already opposite him.