Song Wanwan wanted to say something else, but still kept his mouth shut.
She put the chopsticks aside and started frying an egg in a frying pan.
"I'll do it myself." Rong Luchi walked over to her and took the spatula.
He is very tall, much taller than Song Wanwan.
At first, Song Wanwan felt that his kitchen was a little too inhumane, as it was almost up to her chest.
But when the man stood over here, she discovered that it was just right.
Song Wanwan had no choice but to give him a seat, standing aside and stirring the noodles with chopsticks to prevent them from clumping together.
On one side is a pot of noodles bubbling with steam.
On one side is a frying pan with steam rising from it.
Both of them were wearing home clothes and looked like a young couple living together.
The atmosphere was a bit too awkward, and Song Wanwan would look at Rong Luchi's hand holding the spatula from time to time.
This man is good-looking and has beautiful hands.
The skeleton is elegant, clean and slender.
It is not too slender, and the veins on the back of the hand do not appear rough.
Instead, there is a sense of power.
It just so happens that she is also a hand control.
The atmosphere was too silent.
Song Wanwan couldn't help but find a topic to talk about.
"Um, why don't you like celebrating your birthday? Is it because celebrating your birthday will make you look older?"
After saying this, Song Wanwan regretted it.
He certainly doesn't care about this kind of thing.
There must be some reason.
Song Wanwan bit her lip in annoyance.
"Eat a few."
"I've eaten, I don't want to eat anymore." Song Wanwan had just finished speaking when Rong Luchi cracked an egg into his mouth.
Song Wanwan: "..."
Well, it’s okay to try the boss’s cooking skills.
To avoid embarrassment, she didn't say anything else.
Just stand quietly by the side, waiting for the noodles to be cooked and then rinsed with cold water.
"I am a twin boy and girl. I have an older sister."
"Wow, that's great." Song Wanwan's calm cat eyes were slightly surprised.
It turns out she has an older sister.
Then why...
After being surprised, she became even more confused.
Looking at his angular profile, it was too bold to ask.
"But she died when she was three years old."
Rong Luchi has no memory of his twin sister at all.
There is no photo of her in any of their family photos.
I have only seen one or two photos of them in my mother's treasured photo album.
"Ah... what a pity. If your sister were still alive, she would have been a beautiful and powerful sister, and she would have loved you very much."
Song Wanwan still felt a little envious.
Although she has a stepsister named Lu Baoer.
But the two of them were like water and fire and could not get along at all.
But it’s different for twin siblings.
"In a big family like your Rong family, she must be a young lady who is loved by everyone."
It's such a pity...he died at the age of three.
Song Wanwan was feeling regretful, and Rong Luchi beside him sneered.
Hear that cold and indifferent laugh.
Song Wanwan was a little puzzled: "You don't like your sister?"
“My father didn’t like her, so he didn’t pay attention to her, and my mother had a difficult childbirth.
My sister and I are both weak, but I am given so much attention just because I am a son.”
Hearing those bitter and sarcastic words, Song Wanwan felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
No wonder…
He must be blaming himself.
Blame yourself for taking your sister's life.
It turns out that his heart is so sensitive and fragile.
"Then add two more eggs. I'll help my sister eat her portion today! I'll celebrate your birthday with you!"
Song Wanwan suddenly felt very compassionate.
I can't bear to hear such bitter past, nor can I bear to see him punishing himself for such things.
Birthday is obviously a happy day.
I don't want him to feel lonely and sad.
Listen to her heroic tone and look at her energetic little face.
Rong Luchi chuckled softly, "Pity me?"
"No, I'm hungry too. I want to eat cake."
Song Wanwan swallowed his saliva, looking like he was about to cry out of greed.
Rong Luchi took out the fried eggs from the pan.
He hit another one with one hand.
Two per person.
"I want the one with the candy center."
Song Wanwan watched him beat the eggs with one hand.
Smoothly and without hesitation.
It seems that they both cook frequently.
No matter what tomorrow will be like, live today well first.
The atmosphere between the two of them eased a bit from the awkward stalemate just now.
After Song Wanwan cooked some noodles and took them out, he stood by and watched.
A simple bowl of longevity noodles.
There were two fried eggs and some green vegetables, and each person got five shrimps.
The soup base is minced meat fried until fragrant, and then add some chopped green onions when serving.
The aroma is refreshing.
Song Wanwan followed Rong Luchi with chopsticks in hand.
Like a little follower.
Rong Luchi put down the two bowls of noodles and wiped his hands elegantly with a napkin.
"Eat it."
"It looks delicious, I want to take a picture!"
These are noodles made by Rong Luchi himself!
She wants to take a photo and post it on WeChat Moments!
Like all girls, Song Wanwan also likes to record her daily life.
Thinking of something, she took the cake, opened it, and put the birthday hat inside on Rong Luchi.
"Song Wanwan, are you committing an insubordination? Are you really that bold?"
Rong Luchi didn't hide and let her do as she pleased.
Although there was a sense of showing off one's status, there was a hint of doting in his eyes.
Song Wanwan didn't care anymore and was determined to go all out, as if he was going to take action against the God of Fire.
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