The next day, while having breakfast, Miao Jin said to Jiang Xingyun, "Ayan, I dreamed of you last night."
The corners of Jiang Xingyun's lips seemed to rise slightly. "Really? What did you dream about?"
"Maybe it was because I looked at your photos yesterday, too many times, so my dream was quite messy. I have also been to Victoria Falls, and when you collapsed in my dream, I was also there. Unfortunately, I can see you but you can't see me. I was like an invisible person." Miao Jin smiled awkwardly again, but that smile was also quite nice.
"What are you doing today?" A Yan asked again.
"Let's continue sorting out the photos today. Find a photo that you like, buy a frame to frame it, and then buy a few photo albums. Put the photos away, and this matter will come to an end." Miao Jin clapped his hands, with a sense of "mission accomplished".
"I'm going on a business trip in a few days. Do you want to come with me?" Jiang Xingyun asked again, "If you don't have any meetings."
"Is it okay? Where are you going?" Miao Jin asked A Yan seriously, lying on the table with an innocent expression, as if he was looking forward to it.
"Sure, Chaoshan." A Yan said again.
"China?"
"yes."
"Sure." Miao Jinsi was very happy.
"Then your family packs up your things. I'll pack my things, and you too. We'll take a flight at 3 pm the day after tomorrow." Jiang Xingyun said.
Miao Jin happily agreed. If there was a meeting in the next few days, she could just postpone it. She had the final say in her work. However, she always felt that postponing a meeting was not a good idea.
After Jiang Xingyun went to work, Miao Jin continued to organize the photos. After lunch, Miao Jin bought a photo album and a frame, put all the photos away, and hung the photo of him in the snow when he was in high school on the wall.
Miaomiao looked at this photo for a long time.
In the afternoon, Miao Jin was cooking in the kitchen, and Jiang Xingyun came home.
Miao Jin came out of the kitchen and saw Jiang Xingyun with his hands in his pockets, looking at a photo for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.
"Does it look good?" Miao Jin asked.
"Two are missing." Jiang Xingyun said.
"What?" Miao Jin stood next to Jiang Xingyun and said.
"We're missing one for you, and one for both of us," Jiang Xingyun said.
Miao Jin looked around her house and saw only her and Jiang Xingyun's wedding photo.
Wedding photos seem rather mechanical. After all, when taking wedding photos, the two people are not that familiar with each other, they are just a good match, a talented man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match.
Including now, Miao Jin tries hard to be a good wife because she doesn't want this marriage to fall apart.
During the Republic of China period, many couples did not know each other before marriage. They fell in love after marriage, but were able to live a stable and loving life. Miao Jin believed that her life would be like this too.
"Okay, it's easy for me to take a photo alone, but can't we just take another photo of the two of us?" Miao Jin said again.
"Let's talk about it later." Jiang Xingyun sat at the dining table and ate.
Day 3.
Miao Jin and Jiang Xingyun boarded the plane to China, and Jiang Xingyun closed his eyes and rested beside her.
It was not Miao Jin's first time to fly, but it was his first time to fly with Jiang Xingyun. Although it was first class, Miao Jin still felt tired.
Jiang Xingyun turned his head and asked her, "Are you tired?"
Miao Jin was like a kitten, holding his arm beside him. He seemed a head shorter than him and nodded as if he felt aggrieved.
"If you're tired, lean on me and rest." Jiang Xingyun said again.
Miao Jin fell asleep holding his arm.
After arriving in Chaoshan, Jiang Xingyun went to the presidential suite of Shangai Dinghao Hotel.
Like his fifth uncle, he has never been one to compromise on accommodation.
This was the first time Miao Jin lived with him somewhere other than home. It was very novel. Moreover, this was Miao Jin's first time in Chaoshan. In the past, she had only been to big cities in the north, such as Fengcheng and Haicheng.
Jiang Xingyun said he had to go to a meeting to listen to the report of the applicant investment company, and let Miao Jin walk around the street by himself. Miao Jin naturally agreed, and compared with the previous few days, Miao Jin's mood was obviously better.
This street has a strong southern atmosphere. Although it is winter and very bleak, it still reminds people of the splendor of summer. Miao Jin walked along and saw a small shop making scallion pancakes outside. There were many people queuing in front of the shop. Chinese people like to buy things in a lively environment, so they will go to where there are many people.
Miao Jinting likes this kind of lively atmosphere.
There was a middle-aged man and his wife, who looked like a couple. They were working and selling outside the store. Although it was winter, they were sweating profusely and looked like they were working very hard.
Miao Jin didn't go to queue up, but stood next to the auntie and watched her make the pancakes.
The uncle and aunt who were making scallion pancakes saw Miao Jin standing next to them, smiled and raised their heads, and Miao Jin also smiled. The line was still very long, so after they finished laughing, they continued to make pancakes.
Miao Jin looked at the old lady, and gradually coated the dough with oil, added green onions and salt.
The auntie looks very strong and she kneads the dough very skillfully.
Miao Jin has a habit of trying to learn how to cook delicious food from any country he visits.
Although she has been to China many times, there are so many delicious Chinese foods, and she has not yet learned how to make scallion pancakes.
Gradually, there were fewer people, the peak time for buying food was over, and the crowd dispersed.
Only then did the uncle and aunt have the energy to talk to Miao Jin.
"Girl, do you want to learn how to make scallion pancakes?" asked the aunt.
"How do you know?" Miao Jin asked with a smile.
"If you want to buy scallion pancakes, go line up at the back," the aunt said again.
"Auntie, you are right. I want to learn. I think you knead the dough very vigorously. Are these leavened breads? They smell so good when they are made. I want to learn." Miao Jin said.
"Girl, who are you going to make scallion pancakes for after you learn how to make them?" the aunt asked again.
"To my husband."
The old lady smiled and looked up at Miao Jin. "You're such a pretty girl, I can't believe you're already married. It's rare for someone so young to cook for her husband. I used to make scallion pancakes for my son, and I became an expert. Then, when my son grew up, we went abroad with him for a few years. We experienced a lot, so we came back. Home is still the best."
Miao Jin listened incoherently, watching the aunt make the pancakes carefully. They were crispy and soft, and she wanted to eat them.
"Auntie, I bought this freshly made pancake." Miao Jin said.
"Okay. When making scallion pancakes, the most important thing is to make the pastry. If the pastry is done well, the pancake is half successful. Look, your uncle is making the pastry, take a closer look." The aunt said kindly.
Miao Jin nodded frequently and turned his gaze to the uncle who was frying green onions and making pastry.
The uncle looked up and smiled at Miao Jin.
Miao Jin was holding a scallion pancake wrapped in paper. It was very hot. She had already learned the basics of how to make it.
After the meeting, Jiang Xingyun saw Miao Jin was not at the hotel, so he came out to look for Miao Jin.
Jiang Xingyun came over from that side, but Miao Jin didn't see him.
She was still taking the scallion pancake with both hands. Because it was hot, she tilted her head and smiled at Jiang Xingyun as if by telepathy. It was this smile that was captured by Jiang Xingyun in his mobile phone.
His phone had extremely high pixels and could focus. In the picture, Miao Jin was holding a scallion pancake and smiling brightly. The people next to her were blurred, and it was a close-up of Miao Jin herself.
Jiang Xingyun came over.
The uncle and aunt looked up at Jiang Xingyun and asked, "Your husband?"
Miao Jin nodded.
"It's indeed a talented man and a beautiful woman. Sir, your wife just wanted to learn how to make scallion pancakes and make them for you." The aunt said to Jiang Xingyun.
"Really? I'll finish it, okay?"
With that, the two of them parted ways.
Miao Jin took a scallion pancake in his hand, tore off a piece, and put it into Jiang Xingyun's mouth, asking, "Is it delicious?"
"good."
"I've learned it. I'll make it for you." Miao Jin said with shining eyes.
"good."
After that, the two of them went to the hotel to have lunch. Miao Jin and Jiang Xingyun finished their lunch without realizing it.
Miao Jin was very happy to come to China for the meeting.
After arriving in the United States, Miao Jin visited Miao Ying's home.
Qiu Dongyue's home.
Miao Jin wanted to practice his cooking skills, so he asked his mother for some guidance. His mother was also an expert in cooking.
Qiu Dongyue was working in the living room when he smelled the fragrance of green onions and went into the kitchen.
Seeing Miao Jin cooking, he frowned slightly and said, "What are you doing?"
"Mom, I went to China for a meeting with Jiang Xingyun this time and learned how to make scallion pancakes. I'll practice it at home first." Miao Jin said happily.
Like Qiu Dongyue, Miao Jin is a person with extremely high talent. They learn things very quickly and well. Perhaps Miao Jin also inherited Qiu Dongyue's natural love for cooking.
"Where to go in China?" Qiu Dongyue asked.
"Chaoshan."
Qiu Dongyue frowned slightly again. She walked in front of Miao Jin, who was making pastry.
Pastry——
Qiu Dongyue said calmly, "Where did you learn this craft?"
"There is a store on the street that is extremely popular. People line up to buy fried dough cakes," said Miao Jin.
Qiu Dongyue glanced at Miao Jin and asked, "Have you learned how to make it for A-Yan?"
"Yes, otherwise, who can I cook for? You don't need it, Dad has you." Miao Jin said again.
Qiu Dongyue seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Miao Jin's parents cooked delicious food at home today, so she made some extra. When she came home in the afternoon, she took some of the food home and just fried a few dishes in the evening.
When I got home, I saw Jiang Xingyun had already arrived and was standing in the living room, looking at the wall.
The photos on the wall were no longer the same as when she had hung them at the beginning. They were replaced with her own photo, where she tilted her head and looked at this side with a bright smile. On the other side, there was still the photo of Jiang Xingyun.
She, who was twenty-four, looked at him, who was once eighteen.
It was as if she, at twenty-four, was looking at him, at eighteen.
The two people echoed each other from a distance.
It's inexplicably harmonious.
"Does it look good?" Jiang Xingyun knew she was coming, so he turned around and asked.
"It looks good. Very good."
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