It was these same hands that once held her firmly in their arms.
Jiang Nian felt as if he was scalded again, his ears felt hot, and he quickly turned his eyes away, not daring to look at Qin Sanye again.
"I...I'll go get the chopsticks. You sit down first and you can eat soon."
The woman's figure flashed and she hid in the kitchen as if escaping.
Jiang Nian took the chopsticks and the dinner prepared for his little girl and walked out of the kitchen.
A family of three sat down at the small dining table.
The aroma and heat of the food lingered in everyone's nose.
Qin Sanye did not pick up his chopsticks immediately. His dark eyes looked back and forth between Jiang Nian and the delicious Yangchun noodles.
"Did you make this?"
"yes."
Jiang Nian nodded generously.
The noodles were taken out from her personal space.
There are some technical and hard-working recipes for the soup base, and you just need to add water according to the proportion.
In fact, she was the one who lit the fire, cooked the noodles, and cracked the poached eggs.
And the most soulful spoonful of lard~
It can bring out all the wonderful flavors.
By that calculation, how come it wasn’t the noodles she cooked?
Jiang Nian felt no guilt at all and kept mumbling complaints.
"It's so hard to light the fire. It took me almost half an hour to cook everything, which is longer than cooking noodles. I almost gave up, otherwise you wouldn't have dinner. This is my first time cooking. Isn't it great?"
Qin Sanye listened quietly to her soft complaints, his eyes sweeping across the black and gray on her cheeks.
When he withdrew his gaze, it seemed that he believed Jiang Nian's words.
His Adam's apple moved, and he nodded in a deep voice.
"You did a great job. Thank you for your hard work."
When Jiang Nian heard the praise, he smiled with his eyes curved.
"Woo-woo-yi-yi-Mom--"
Little Anbao watched the two adults talking. Being ignored, she babbled in protest, clenched her little hands into fists and knocked on the small table.
Qin Sanye immediately turned around to look at the child.
This time.
Jiang Nian's speed was faster than that of a soldier like him, and he cared for him gently.
"Baby, what's wrong? Are you hungry? Mommy made a lot of delicious food for An An."
Talking.
Jiang Nian picked up the small bowl of rice paste and placed it in front of Xiao Anbao.
Just raise your hand and stretch it out.
Her arms and chest were pulled, and her chest felt stuffy and a little sore.
Jiang Nian frowned immediately and made a slight sound.
"hiss……"
Qin Sanye immediately showed concern for her, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"No, no, no, no... I'm not feeling unwell..."
Jiang Nian waved his hands repeatedly, denying the pain in his body.
But her thin eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she didn't dare to look at Qin Sanye, which clearly showed that she felt guilty.
"Jiang Nian, are you injured?"
Qin Sanye spoke again, his voice full of low force, wanting to pull her over for a physical examination.
Jiang Nian was anxious and dazed, and his face turned even redder.
How could she possibly tell Qin Sanye about such a secret and shameful pain?
Jiang Nian turned his back, suddenly picked up the little girl and rushed to the kitchen.
"An An hasn't washed her hands yet. I'll carry her to wash her hands. Qin Sanye, you eat the noodles first. I'll be back soon."
Qin Sanye frowned, trying to stop Jiang Nian.
He saw Jiang Nian pressed her chest with her hands before she picked up the child.
She frowned and blushed, looking very shy.
After picking up the child, she let out a long sigh.
In a flash.
Qin Sanye thought about something, a beautiful crimson scene flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
…
In the kitchen.
Jiang Nian held the baby and fed him.
After feeling chest pain for the entire afternoon, I finally feel relieved.
Little Anbao drank the delicious milk and lay quietly in Jiang Nian's arms, feeling so comfortable.
She swallowed in big gulps and moved her fingers happily.
He grabbed Jiang Nian's clothes by the collar, and then grabbed Jiang Nian's hair, with great interest.
Jiang Nian pressed down little Anbao's restless little hand.
"Baby, you can't do this, be good~"
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