Chapter 66
The alarm clock in the kitchen beeped, and Shi Ye stood up and put down his guitar.
Jiang Zhinian lowered her head and covered her face. All her sad emotions disappeared under Shi Ye's comfort.
But she was still a little shy and wanted to save face by passing the blame.
"Shi Ye, you said I've been crying so much lately. Could it be that it's not my fault, but the baby's crybaby fault?"
Shi Ye walked into the kitchen to turn off the fire, and Jiang Zhinian followed behind him like a little tail.
Although it was unlikely from both a scientific and medical perspective, Shi Ye still nodded and said, "Maybe.
"Then when the baby is born, will it cry all day and night?"
"It's possible." Shi Ye put on heat-insulating gloves, picked up the casserole, and said to Jiang Zhinian, "Move aside a little, be careful of getting burned.
Jiang Zhinian stepped aside and watched Shi Ye put the steaming casserole on the small gas stove that had been prepared on the dining table.
"Go get the dishes."
Jiang Zhinian was directed into the kitchen, took a small bowl and chopsticks, and returned to the living room. She was surprised to find a bottle of orange juice on the dining table.
"Can I drink orange juice?" Shi Ye had previously banned fruit juice drinks, saying they were too high in sugar and low in fiber, and only allowed her to eat fruit.
"Today only."
Shi Ye poured her a glass of orange juice and they sat down facing each other. At this moment, the house was full of red decorations. Under the dim light, the air was steaming, which made people feel festive just by looking at it.
It turns out that this is the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year. Just by adding some simple decorations, the whole mood of the person has changed.
"Let's clink glasses first." Shi Ye raised the glass of orange juice.
"Should we say something when we clink glasses during the New Year?"
She always sees good wishes or something like that during the New Year on TV.
Shi Ye gently touched her cup: "I hope you and the baby are safe and healthy."
"No, it should be that we, the three of us, are safe and healthy."
"Yeah." Shi Ye took a sip of orange juice and asked her, "What about you? What's your New Year's wish?"
Jiang Zhinian tilted his head and thought for a moment: "I hope... this day will come every year."
That's enough.
She is not a person who has big fantasies about life. Getting rich overnight is good, but maintaining the current life is more important to her.
No waves may mean dullness, but if the people who are with me at this time next year are still the same people as now, it seems that everything has become perfect.
Shi Ye took another sip of orange juice: "All our wishes will come true."
Jiang Zhinian suddenly felt warm all over. Shi Ye's words were a guarantee to her that it would be possible.
She happily followed suit and took a sip of orange juice.
She put down the cup and was about to eat a few bites of meat when a pair of vegetables was stuffed into her bowl from the opposite side with chopsticks.
“Eat more vegetables.”
Jiang Zhinian lowered his head and muttered softly, "I feel like a sheep, eating vegetables every day."
"What did you say?"
Shi Ye paused his chopsticks and glanced over. Jiang Zhinian quickly stuck out his tongue: "No... I said..."
The question she asked when they first sat together to eat hot pot came to her mind.
"Shi Ye, what was the happiest thing that happened to you in the past year?"
Shi Ye paused while picking the meat. This was the question she had asked him.
I forgot what his response was at that time.
"What about you? What's your answer?"
Jiang Zhinian felt that Shi Ye was sometimes very cunning. He always habitually took the initiative in a relationship.
It's like standing at the intersection of light and shadow, staring at each other silently, calm and self-controlled, but making others toss and turn because of his look.
But she is willing to give her true heart to such a Shi Ye.
She looked into Shi Ye's eyes and opened her red lips slightly.
She said, "Shi Ye, it was that night."
The night that entwined our destinies.
Then, she bit her lower lip, stared into Shi Ye's eyes, and asked, "What about you?"
Were you there that night too?
Shi Ye seemed to hear her inner voice, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "I...wasn't that night."
Jiang Zhinian was stunned. Before she could process the complex emotions in her heart, Shi Ye said, "It was that snowy day when you told me you wanted to keep the child."
For the first time in his successful life, he experienced what it meant to lose and then find again.
"It's snowing..."
Outside the window, a child from an unknown family was shouting excitedly. Jiang Zhinian turned around and saw snowflakes falling, as beautiful as a fairy tale dream.
If human happiness also has an upper limit, then at this moment she must have reached the maximum.
There are many things I want to say, but when it comes to my mouth, it only becomes one sentence -
"Shi Ye, it's snowing."
"Well, do you want to build a snowman tomorrow morning?"
This was just the most ordinary conversation in ordinary life, but it was a sentence that the young Jiang Zhinian had longed for for more than ten years when he was standing in the heavy snow, shivering with cold.
She said, "Okay, do we have carrots at home? Let's use carrots to make noses."
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After dinner, the Spring Festival Gala just started. The two of them huddled on the sofa to watch the show together. Jiang Zhinian ate nuts and would occasionally exclaim or comment.
"The acrobats are so amazing..."
"This posture hurts my waist."
"The singer's voice seemed to be broken in that line just now..."
"I think I have a cold."
“I don’t understand this skit…”
Shi Ye looked at the time in the upper right corner of the screen: "I'm going to make dumplings."
"Ah? Oh..." Jiang Zhinian climbed up, "Do you know how to knead dough?"
"In theory."
He had studied it carefully yesterday. Not only did he look for videos to learn from online, he also went to the cafeteria to observe the practice in person. Apart from the lack of practical experience, everything else was not a problem.
Jiang Zhinian helped him move everything he needed to the dining table.
Shi Ye washed his hands and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his toned arms.
In fact, it is quite interesting to watch Shi Ye kneading the dough. He showed the rigor and seriousness of a medical student doing experiments, and made the proportions strictly according to the instruction video, striving to be accurate to even a gram.
Jiang Zhinian supported his head and sat beside him, watching him knead the dough. His slender fingers wrapped around the soft dough, turning it over, squeezing it, and kneading it. As he watched, he didn't know what he thought of, and his face turned strangely red.
"Why is your face red? Are you feeling unwell?"
Shi Ye raised his hand and was about to touch Jiang Zhinian's forehead with his arm.
Jiang Zhinian quickly shook his head, tongue tied, "It's hot. Maybe I'm wearing too much or the heater is too hot."
She stood up and poured herself a glass of water, reciting a passage from the periodic table of chemical elements to calm herself down.
Taking a deep breath and turning around, Shi Ye had already started rolling out the dough.
"I know this, let me help you."
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