She watched helplessly as the hundred yuan bill was pinched between Yama's slender index and middle fingers, put back into the notebook, and sandwiched together with a pile of bills.

"Well, that..." She was anxious and couldn't help but put her hand on his arm that was holding the money, not knowing whether to pull it back or do something else.

But the moment her fingers placed on his arm, her attention shifted from the banknotes to the muscular arm muscles beneath the thin layer of cloth in her hand. Uh... the feeling of "the beauty of strength" made her unable to help but pinch it twice.

Oh my god! The feel is explosive! He could even feel the sudden tightening of his arm muscles the moment she touched his arm.

Wen Xin only touched the skin and knew that this person must have great endurance and explosive power...

Because she had worked in a hot spring massage parlor for half a year and had learned skills from masseuses, she could basically tell a person's physique, physical fitness, and...

People in that line of work make a living by looking at their bodies, just like plastic surgeons, they can tell at a glance whether your face is natural or acquired, the proportions of your three parts and five eyes, and where you have good features and where you have defects. The same is true for massage. You will know the body's condition, which part of the body is blocked, which acupoint is blocked, and which area of ​​the body is sick. You will also classify the massaged body into categories: this is top-quality, this is inferior, and this is not good...

According to what the masseur said, plus the shape of Yama Head she saw yesterday... and the hardness and strength of the swollen muscles she just touched, she can be sure that he is the kind of person the masseur described, who can achieve more than three impacts per second... an electric motor physique.

In short, the muscles are very strong! Very strong!

Thinking of this, Wen Xin's face flushed as she took her hand back from his arm, but her eyes were still scanning him dishonestly, feeling that with such a perfect body, it would be okay for her to give him a free massage...

…

Yan Zeyang has been in the army for many years, and he has long developed the attitude of not frowning on the surface even if he is in turmoil inside. Even though men and women are strictly prohibited now, Wen Xin pulled his hand so naturally, and he naturally would not look more unnatural than her. She pushed him twice, and then he took his hand back, but then she put her hand directly on his arm.

The moment his inner arm was touched by Wen Nuan, his arm muscles tightened instantly and his whole body was a little stiff, but Yan Mo Tou was so calm that his expression did not fluctuate at all. He even glanced at Wen Nuan.

But he didn't expect that she dared to pinch his muscles. After pinching him twice, he saw a rippling look like spring water on her pretty face. He withdrew his hand timidly and guiltily, and secretly glanced at him. What she didn't know was that soldiers have a very keen observation of other people's gazes. He suppressed the inexplicable restlessness in his heart and a certain impulse in his chest and abdomen.

Hu Luan handed her the money and tickets he had been holding, "Here, I have no use for too many tickets."

Wen Xin was a little embarrassed, but she didn't dare to be shy anymore. What if he took the money back? So she took it generously with a red face, "Okay, thank you, Captain Yan." Holding the banknote he gave her in her hand, Wen Xin was happy. She raised her face and gave him a bright smile as if she was the God of Wealth, which was slightly different from her usual professional smile.

Although Yan Zeyang has many admirers, he is always proud in his heart. In the eyes of this favored child, many people are not worthy of his attention. Moreover, with his status, in this closed era, few people dare to confess their love to him, and no one dares to touch him...

He coughed, and quickly regained his stern and self-possessed expression. He slightly avoided her approach, glanced at her almost flattering smile, and asked in a cold voice: "Have you peeled the hazelnuts?"

Wen Xin's smile froze on her face immediately, "Haha." She laughed dryly, "It's almost done." Then she changed the subject, "I made hazelnut pie tonight, we'll have dinner when Aunt He comes back. Uh...how about I bring it upstairs for you later?" Wen Xin had complained about him yesterday for being so pretentious that he had to bring food upstairs, but the next moment he took the initiative to offer to bring food upstairs as a thoughtful service.

Money can make the devil work, so what’s the big deal about moving up a building?

But after what happened yesterday, she didn't know if she could go up again.

Yama snorted coldly, probably remembering something, glanced at her, turned around and left.

Tsk! This young master is so arrogant, but he also has a bad temper! She's always fussy all day long, so arrogant and difficult to deal with! If Wen Xin hadn't been in the service industry for a long time, she really wouldn't be able to tolerate this kind of person. It was just that he had just given her the money. Under normal circumstances, she would not be willing to serve him.

She turned her gaze away and looked at the banknotes in her hand. She had never seen banknotes of this era. She picked one up and took a look. It seemed that the one given by Yama was a cloth coupon. Cloth coupons were the most commonly used by girls. They could be used to buy cloth and other things. It was really great. She was really tired of wearing these shabby clothes. She was so shabby that she didn't even dare to look in the mirror. Who made her have no money on her?

When Yan Zeyang went upstairs, he glanced over there and saw Wen Xin holding money in her hand, happily skipping back to the room, humming a very strange song. Although it was a light hum, as a soldier, he had excellent hearing and could clearly hear her humming: "I have money, I don't know how to spend it..."

Captain Yan: “…” Hearing this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he walked straight up the stairs with his long legs.

…

He Wenyan came back with Yan Weiguo in the evening. Wen Xin cooked a meat dish on the spot, and the Yan family had a reunion meal.

Yan Weiguo also praised Wen Xin once again.

The pies she made were indeed delicious, and they suited the tastes of everyone in the Yan family. Yan Miaomiao and He Wenyan liked the ones with red bean paste and egg yolk filling, as did the ones with crispy, soft and sweet peanut and hazelnut filling. The Yan father and son loved the ones with cabbage and chicken filling very much, especially the ones with Yan Motou, which were almost all eaten up.

The tofu and pork ribs soup was also drunk up without leaving any part. The soup was delicious, the tofu was tender, and even the pork ribs were stewed until they were soft and melted in the mouth.

Yan Weiguo highly praised the cooking skills. He Wenyan also nodded and said that the porridge tonight was well cooked, but a little too little.

Wen Xin felt a little guilty. In fact, she had made the porridge at noon but didn't finish it. She put three bowls of it in the refrigerator. When she took it out in the evening, it was cold. In fact, a bowl of cold porridge is also very appetizing in summer. She happened to have fried hazelnuts and crushed peanuts, so she added some syrup, and then scooped two spoonfuls of the oily and fragrant crushed peanuts into each bowl to garnish it.

She also didn't expect that He Wenyan would like this. The hot oil and cool porridge, plus the fragrant minced kernels and slightly sweet syrup, gave the porridge a unique taste when stirred.

Even Yan Miaomiao ate half a bowl and kept asking for more, saying she wasn't full.

When Wen Xin was reading the book, she found that the female supporting character based on her had a very miserable life in the Yan family. The description of the male protagonist's family in the book was also cold and without any warmth. The author's setting was a cold relationship caused by various contradictions in a remarried and reconstituted family.

But after Wen Xin came through, she found that it was not that difficult to get along with people. Yan Weiguo was a person with a strong sense of the overall situation, but he was very kind to people around him and was not stingy with praise. Although He Wenyan was a very scheming person, she was also a little noble and would not easily lose face and argue with others, so she was easy to get along with.

As for Yan Zeyang, although he is very picky and has many problems and is difficult to serve, this guy is good-looking! And he’s very generous! ! ! For these two reasons, she could still endure for another three months.

After all, he gave her money and tickets in the afternoon. He probably sympathized with her experience in the Wen family. That's right, let's get it clear, she is also a victim! How could she be left alone to bear the Wen family's mistakes? From this point of view, Yama has not been blinded by hatred and has not lost his mind, so he can still be saved.

"Comrade Xiao Wen, you made this pie very well." Yan Weiguo said to Wen Xin in a very gentle manner.

"Uncle Yan, if you like it, there is a piece of beef in the refrigerator. How about I make you a beef pie tomorrow night? I guarantee that the crust will be thin and the filling will be thick. It will be sweet but not greasy, moist and smooth. I learned this skill from my great aunt. I have never made it for others. It is the first of its kind in Kyoto and not available to ordinary people." Wen Xin said with a smile.

"Oh? Then I must taste your cooking skills. Tomorrow night... it's settled. I'll come back and taste your first portion, hehe." Yan Weiguo tilted his head and said to He Wenyan, "The cooking skills of your cousin's niece are not simple."

He Wenyan nodded with a smile on her face. "This child grew up with her great aunt, so she has learned a lot."

She is very satisfied with Wen Xin now. Before Wen Xin came, Yan Weiguo was very busy and often went out early and came back late. The two of them had little time to eat at the same table. Yan Weiguo's son ignored her, and Yan Miaomiao hid when she saw her. She seemed to have a good life outside, but only she knew what it felt like when she returned home.

Since Wen Xin came, Yan Weihui came back twice in just three or four days. The family had meals together and their relationship became much more harmonious. Although Yan Zeyang still didn't look at her straight in the eye, at least he was not as arrogant as before, and Yan Miaomiao was not as afraid of her as before.

When the father and son have dinner at home, there is often silence, and He Wenyan's identity cannot smooth over their relationship. But strangely, after Wen Xin, an outsider, comes in, the relationship at the dinner table becomes much warmer, and they can even talk to each other with a smile. Perhaps delicious food can make people feel a natural sense of happiness, and once people have satisfied their appetite, it will not be so difficult to talk to them.

Wen Xin said this on purpose. Of course, she could see how nervous He Wenyan was about Yan Weiguo. If he could come back for dinner more often, He Wenyan would naturally be happy. In such an occasion, she would have to do such a good job to gain favor. If He Wenyan thanked her, then her life in the Yan family must have been much better. After all, the family was divided into two parts, one half was He and the other half was the devil. She couldn't afford to offend either of them, okay?

She was thinking a lot in her mind, but when she looked up, she saw Yama slowly chewing the food in his mouth and staring at her coldly.

Wen Xin: "Uh..." She stuck out her tongue silently, shrank her neck and dared not say anything else.