"Is this what you call a guilty conscience?"
Qingyin looked at the egg shells in the kitchen and said with a bit of suffocation.
This damn bastard has wasted so many eggs!
No wonder he asked her how she made the cake on his birthday.
So this is what was waiting for her!
Qingyin took a look at the cake, which looked ugly but had some shape, and said, "If you want to eat it, you can tell me."
We don't have to waste these eggs.
When Xie Jin saw her like this, he knew that she must have forgotten what day it was.
You clearly attach so much importance to your birthday, but why don’t you even remember it when it comes to mine?
Xie Jin felt a swelling and sour feeling in his heart, which eventually turned into a puppy-like smile, "Happy birthday, silly Ayin."
birthday?
Hers?
Qingyin was still a little confused. After calculating the date, it seemed that today was really her birthday. She smiled embarrassedly and said, "I forgot." After saying that, she realized what Xie Jin called her, "Xie Xiaojin, are you being naughty again and calling me sister?"
"Yes, yes, I was wrong."
Anyway, I won’t shout.
Little did she know that in the future, she would cry and ask him not to scream.
Considering Xie Jin's kindness, Qingyin had to put aside the matter of the eggshells.
"Is it delicious?" Xie Jin asked with some anticipation.
How can it not be delicious?
Forty eggs are needed to make this palm-sized cake.
Qingyin nodded with tears in her eyes, "It's delicious."
"As long as it tastes good, I'll make it for you next time." Xie Jin promised solemnly.
"Ahem..." Qingyin quickly changed the subject, "Mianhong should be here later. Check what other dishes are left at home. She hasn't had a good appetite lately. I'll try to get her some food."
How could Xie Jin bear to let her cook today? "Just leave these to me, you can just go out and eat the cake."
After Qingyin went out, he took a look at the mess on the stove and the floor. It was indeed a waste.
But he has mastered the technique and will definitely not do it again next time.
Mianhong came before night fell.
When she stopped outside the door, she glared at the man carrying the food box and asked, "Are you really not going in?"
She didn't want to take him with her before.
Now let him go, he still got Joe.
Butcher Hu handed her the food box and said, "Come in. I'll wait for you here."
It's not that he doesn't want to go, he's just afraid that they will feel uncomfortable with him around.
Mianhong snorted, took the lunch box and walked in.
Qingyin saw Mianhong and greeted her happily, "You...forget it, you never listen no matter what I say." Then she took the food box from her hand and motioned for her to sit down and rest.
As soon as Mianhong sat down, she couldn't help but say, "Open it and take a look."
Qingyin looked at her with a smile, then opened the food box. It was a two-layer food box, and the first layer contained some exquisite pastries.
The second layer is a bowl of noodles.
"Try it, I made them all myself." Mianhong looked at Qingyin expectantly.
Qingyin carefully brought out the noodles, picked up a noodle with chopsticks, blew on it, and was just about to eat it.
Mianhong continued, "It can't be interrupted."
Qingyin laughed. It seemed that she had become much more careful about her pregnancy.
In fact, before Mianhong came, she had already eaten a bowl of longevity noodles.
After she finished the bowl of longevity noodles, she couldn't even hold a drop of water in her stomach.
Xie Jin seemed to have known the result long ago, so she only fried three side dishes, each with a small portion.
Mian Hong looked at Xie Jin jokingly, and the more she looked, the more satisfied she became. "You little brat, not bad. You know how to love your sister."
Xie Jin glanced at her indifferently.
Then he immediately changed his expression to one of seeking praise and looked at Qingyin, "Sister."
Qingyin resisted the urge to raise her hand to stroke his fur and instead fixed her eyes on the food.
Shredded potatoes with vinegar.
Sweet and sour carp.
Sweet and sour pork.
...Does it have to be so sour?
Before eating, Qingyin felt her teeth were a little sour.
Mianhong couldn't stop eating after eating one, nodding as she ate, "Not bad, delicious."
Xie Jin's eyes were dark and unclear, and no one noticed.
Seeing her eat so much in one breath, Qingyin couldn't help but feel worried, "Slow down, don't overeat."
Mianhong was a little surprised when she saw that she had accidentally eaten a bowl of rice and then saw that she had eaten most of the dishes on the table.
Although she hasn't vomited recently, her appetite hasn't improved much.
I didn't expect that I ate so much without realizing it.
Xie Jin seemed to have known this for a long time, and took the initiative to pick up a piece of pork tenderloin for Mian Hong, "Sister Mian Hong, it's delicious, isn't it?"
Mian Hong felt a chill down her spine. She glanced at the meat in the bowl, then at Xie Jin, whose expression remained unchanged. "You didn't put drugs in the food, did you?"
She said.
This bastard was so kind as to cook all the food for her.
Xie Jinhui can answer this question.
His peach blossom eyes were drooping, his long eyelashes fluttering, as if he had suffered a great injustice. "Ayin, she doubts me?"
Mianhong got goosebumps all over her body.
This brat has been acting like a spoiled brat since he was young.
Wait, Ayin...wait a minute.
Ayin.
If she had heard correctly, the boy's name was Ayin.
Xie Jin seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up and smiled at Mian Hong.
The pointed fangs seemed to be declaring his territory.
Mianhong mechanically turned her head to look at Qingyin, and seeing the relief in her eyes, she said, "Ajin really thought about it this time. I heard that you had a poor appetite, so I made the dishes you wanted."
If she had known this situation in advance, she would never have eaten it even if she was beaten to death.
Damn it.
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