Fang Xiaole was stunned. He stood up suddenly and stared at the door in a daze.
Only two people have the keys to this house, one is him and the other is Lin Yao.
Could it be...
Fang Xiaole's heart skipped a beat. He quickly walked to the door, stopped, and waited for the person outside to open it.
However, the person outside seemed a bit clumsy. He tried to insert the key into the keyhole, but it kept slipping and couldn't be inserted.
Fang Xiaole couldn't wait any longer and stepped forward to open the door.
"oops."
A soft and timid exclamation was heard, and a girl with a flushed face looked up blankly.
The girl wore a pink hat on her head, and in her right hand she held three or four bags filled with vegetables and meat, as well as a bottle of red wine. In her left hand, she held a key while bending over and thrusting it forward.
"you……"
Fang Xiaole looked at the girl in disbelief.
"Why are you here? Aren't you in Lanzhou?"
"I..." Lin Yao's face was red and she was slightly out of breath, probably because she ran a little too fast just now.
Without waiting for her to speak, Fang Xiaole quickly took the four or five heavy bags from her hands and took her hand to look at it.
Because there were so many vegetables in these bags and they were too heavy, there were several deep red marks on the white palms.
"Happy birthday... um..."
Before the girl could finish her words, her body was hugged tightly and her soft lips were blocked.
Because the movement was too violent, the hat on her head fell to the ground, and her long, smooth, black hair fell down, scattering on her weak back and on the arms of the man who was hugging her.
Time passed silently, the lights in the corridor went out, hiding the two merged figures in the gentle night.
After more than an hour, the girl gently patted Fang Xiaole's shoulder. He then let her go and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to come. I'm... so happy."
Fang Xiaole raised his hand and smoothed her slightly messy bangs with a distressed look. He could fully imagine how hard it was for Lin Yao to rush over to celebrate his birthday.
As soon as the award ceremony was over, he hurriedly took a car from Lanzhou to Jiangrong, and then ran over alone with all these dishes in his hand, avoiding other passers-by along the way.
Moreover, she got up before six in the morning, flew to Lanzhou, was busy all day, and had to attend the award ceremony in the evening in the best condition.
Just by thinking about it, Fang Xiaole could guess how tired she was today.
"You must be tired. Come in."
Lin Yao's face turned red to her ears when he held her in his arms, and she waved her little hands repeatedly in his arms.
"I'm not tired, I'm really not. It's so late, and I still have to cook... huh?"
Lin Yao suddenly felt herself suspended in the air and was actually picked up by Fang Xiaole.
"close the door."
Fang Xiaole hooked his fingers around a few large bags filled with vegetables, held Lin Yao horizontally with both hands, turned her upper body towards the door, and whispered.
"oh."
The girl agreed obediently as usual and reached out to close the door.
Fang Xiaole held her in his arms, turned around and walked into the living room, and gently put her on the sofa.
"Honey, I, I still have to cook."
Lin Yao wanted to stand up, but Fang Xiaole held her down with his shoulders held high.
"Husband, you, you, you..."
Lin Yao looked at him nervously, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.
She and Fang Xiaole agreed that they would do that after they got married, but now...
The rigid education and traditional ideas that Lin Yao received since childhood made her subconsciously want to refuse, but when she looked into Fang Xiaole's eyes, she slowly put down her hand that was about to refuse.
Then, those watery eyes slowly closed, and her body trembled slightly as she waited.
If he wanted to now...
Then I'll just cooperate.
Warm fingers gently stroked her cheek, and a gentle voice sounded in her ears:
"You take a rest, I'll go cook."
After saying that, Fang Xiaole picked up the bag and walked into the kitchen.
Lin Yao opened her eyes, looking dazed. She blinked twice before finally reacting.
"Hubby, today is your birthday, let me cook."
"Don't get up. Get some rest. If you dare to go into the kitchen, I'll spank you!"
Fang Xiaole turned around and said fiercely.
"oh."
Lin Yao pouted and agreed in a small voice.
I lay down obediently, listening to the swishing of water, the chopping of vegetables, and the sizzling of the stove fire coming from the kitchen...
Finally, the girl couldn't lie down anymore, so she got up and walked into the kitchen.
Fang Xiaole turned around and couldn't help but frowned: "Why are you so disobedient..."
Lin Yao turned around, bent down slightly, stuck out her butt, and said weakly:
"Hubby, go ahead and play. After you're done, go out and rest. I'll cook."
"You..." Fang Xiaole looked at her, sighed, and said helplessly:
"I really can't help you. How about this, we both do it together."
"But……"
Lin Yao wanted to speak, but Fang Xiaole pinched her cheek and said, "If you don't obey me, I will be angry."
"Oh, okay."
Lin Yao then obeyed obediently, and the two of them started to work in the kitchen together.
Fang Xiaole occasionally cooks for himself, but his cooking skills are still not as good as Lin Yao, who has learned from a master chef.
So the two of them divided the work, Fang Xiaole helped out and Lin Yao was the chef.
"Aren't there still reporters interviewing after the awards ceremony? How did you get to Jiang Rong so soon?"
"I ran away secretly, hehe."
"Aren't you afraid that the media will say you're being a big shot?"
"Sister Yan said I'm a diva now, so I can be a little willful. She even asked Fangfang to secretly give red envelopes to all those reporters. Honey, is the sauce ready? The fish is ready to be cooked."
"Okay, right away. What about Sister Mo and Fangfang?"
"Sister Yan went to Zhang Zhiqin's house. Fangfang flew back to Kyoto tonight. She said she also wanted to give birth to a little puppy soon."
"Sister Mo really plans to live in Zhang Zhiqin's house before giving birth. I heard his mother seems quite fierce. Can Sister Mo get along well with her? Honey, have you chopped the green onions?"
"Okay, here... Sister Yan is so smart, there will definitely be no problem. Sister Yan said that Zhang Zhiqin's mother is very nice to her now. She doesn't even want her to touch cold water."
…
The two of them cooked and chatted casually, like an ordinary loving couple.
On TV outside, entertainment news was still reporting on the Silver Dragon Awards that had just ended.
On the screen, Lin Yao was wearing a gorgeous long dress and standing elegantly on the stage. The lights were shining on her, making her look noble and beautiful like a goddess.
She is completely different from the girl next door who is busy cooking in the kitchen with an apron on and sleeves rolled up, yet they are very harmonious.
Because, no matter whether she is a star-studded queen of the pop world or a housewife busy in the kitchen, her eyes are filled with happiness and sweetness.
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