Chapter 30 "Yangyang feels so unfamiliar with me."
Ni Yang walked quickly to the door and opened it.
What came into view was He Siyu wearing a white shirt with the collar open and the sleeves half rolled up on his arms. His veined hands were holding a black tray.
On the tray was the little white bear plate she bought, and on the plate was a plump white osmanthus Longjing milk dumpling and a glass of milk.
Ni Yang noticed a white mark on He Siyu's cheek. Did he make this dumpling?
"You did it?"
"Well, Uncle Zheng taught me. He said Yangyang likes this."
Ni Yang's heart suddenly swelled, as if something was stuffed inside, very swollen and sweet.
She turned sideways and said, "I can't finish it by myself. Do you want to come in and eat with me?"
He Siyu's eyebrows were all smiling, "Yes."
The door was closed, and Hes wanted to put the tray on the small round table in front of the sofa inside.
The two of them sat on a sofa covered with a cream-colored upholstered French-style skirt. He Siyu sat sideways. He could clearly see the damp hair at Ni Yang's forehead and hairline. She had already removed her makeup.
Her eyelashes, without mascara, were slightly curled. She stared at the soufflé balls on the table, reached out to pick up the plate, and handed it to him.
Her watery and clear eyes were bathed in light, and her pink lips were slightly parted.
"Take one and we'll eat together."
He Si wanted to curl the corners of his mouth and took the dumpling closest to him without hesitation.
Ni Yang put the plate back on the table, picked up a dumpling, put it to his lips and took a bite.
The flavors of milk and Longjing tea burst in your mouth layer by layer.
The soft and sticky texture was effortless to eat, and tasted pretty much like what she makes.
"tasty."
She turned her head to glance at He Siyu's face and muttered, "Thank you."
"Yangyang feels so unfamiliar with me."
Ni Yang: “?”
"Which couple says thank you to each other?"
Ni Yang smiled, with a faint dimple on her cheek. "Tomorrow I'm going to buy a bouquet of white roses and a bouquet of sunflowers. These are the flowers my parents like."
He Si was about to finish a dumpling, and he was twisting the glutinous rice flour remaining on his fingertips.
"Okay, let's buy whatever Mom and Dad like to eat and drink and take it with us."
Ni Yang blurted out: "Dad likes to drink Romanée de la Romanée, and Mom likes to eat the sweet and sour spare ribs that Dad makes."
"Okay, leave it to me, I'll take care of it."
"Um."
She ate another dumpling and drank half of the milk. Thinking of the white powder on He Siyu's face, she took a wet towel from the round table, moved her buttocks, moved closer to him, and tilted his face with her hands, wiping the glutinous rice powder near his chin with the wet towel.
He glanced at Ni Yang's face, staring at her pink lips opening and closing.
"He Siyu, the soufflé dumplings you made are delicious. I like them very much."
She meant, thank him.
But he didn't like to hear her say thank you, so she changed her words.
The cool touch on his cheek couldn't suppress the rising heat in him.
He deliberately put glutinous rice flour on his face in order to get closer to Ni Yang.
He didn't put any medicine in the milk in the evening. She was in a bad mood today, and he couldn't just care about his own selfish desires.
"alright."
A unique smell belonging to Ni Yang left. She sat up straight, lowered her eyes, took his hand, and helped him wipe the glutinous rice flour off his hands.
Her movements were gentle and careful.
He Si's aggressive gaze depicted her face and facial features inch by inch, leaving no inch untouched.
Before leaving, he pretended to be pitiful and asked Ni Yang for a goodnight kiss.
Ni Yang gave him a quick kiss on the face and kicked him out of the room.
*
As soon as the sky brightened, He Siyu put on casual clothes and went downstairs, heading straight for the kitchen. Last night he called the cook and asked her to come early and bring some fresh ribs.
Before Ni Yang got up, He Siyu finally learned how to make sweet and sour pork ribs. In the trash can, there was a pile of black charcoal ribs that would make anyone retreat three feet from the smell of marshmallows.
After packing up the sweet and sour spare ribs and Romanée de la Romanée-Conti red wine, Hes went upstairs to his room, took a shower and washed his hair again, and changed into a well-tailored black suit.
He opened the door at the same time as Ni Yang was about to go out.
Ni Yang wore a black high-necked, waist-length dress, tied her hair into a lazy low ponytail, and had light makeup on her face.
"Good morning! We both left the house at the same time twice. We have such a good understanding."
When Ni Yang saw He Siyu, his eyes lit up.
"Early, huh? That means we have similar schedules."
He Si wanted to smile gently.
The two went downstairs to the restaurant, and Ni Yang saw at a glance the packed lunch boxes and two bottles of Romanée Conti that had not yet been opened.
She smelled the sweet and sour pork ribs, which were very fragrant and sweet, and she wanted to eat them too.
"Auntie, do you have any extra spare ribs? I want to eat sweet and sour spare ribs tonight too."
"Yes, I'll make it for you tonight."
He Siyu said silently: "I can cook it too. Can I make it for you tonight?"
Ni Yang was so shocked that she didn't even pick up the soup dumpling.
"You can do this? That's amazing."
He Siyu enjoyed the compliment and silently put the soup dumplings that Ni Yang had just put back on her plate into her bowl.
Before I could say anything, the cooking lady beside me said with a smile: "My husband called me here at five o'clock just to learn how to make sweet and sour spare ribs. I wasted a lot of ribs. Marshmallow smelled it and turned around and ran away."
He Siyu glanced at his aunt indifferently, and his aunt fell silent instantly, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.
She was the cook that her husband brought over from the old house, and her salary had increased several times.
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