"A wedding? What kind of wedding is it?"
Shen Bai was curious; he seemed to have never seen a wedding before.
"You'll see when the time comes; the baby will definitely love it."
Song Yun made a promise to him.
"Moreover, we can invite our master, fellow disciples, and friends to witness our happiness."
As Shen Bai listened to him speak, he yawned.
"I'm sleepy."
He reached out to cover Song Yun's mouth.
[He's such a garrulous guy, always so long-winded.]
Hearing this, Song Yun chuckled helplessly and could only hug the person tightly.
"Then baby, go to sleep."
[I have to hold him all the time, he's a giant squid, but Little White likes it.]
Shen Bai, nestled in his arms, kissed his neck and then closed her eyes.
Heavy snow was falling.
The Song residence was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations everywhere.
Today is Lunar New Year's Eve.
Originally, Song Yun was supposed to spend New Year's Eve with her parents in the United States, but this year she decided to spend the holiday alone with Shen Bai.
Butler Li prepared many New Year's items in the manor. This year is the Year of the Rabbit, and the green plants outside have been cut into the shape of rabbits.
Neon lights were also hung up, and Spring Festival couplets and large lanterns were pasted on the main entrance.
In previous years, Song Yun didn't like these fancy decorations; the manor was just a vast expanse of white after a snowfall.
This year, they asked Butler Li to decorate the manor to be more lively and festive, and Butler Li did as instructed.
So, when Shen Bai got up early in the morning and went downstairs, he saw a red scene everywhere.
Even the sofa cushions have been replaced with a big red "福" (good fortune) character, and paper-cut window decorations have been pasted on the French windows.
[It's beautiful, I like it.]
Song Yun led him to the dining table to sit down and have breakfast.
Then I asked him, "Today is New Year's Eve, baby, do you want to make dumplings with me?"
Should we make dumplings? I don't think we ever made them when we were in the mountains.
"Okay, but I don't know how."
Shen Bai nodded obediently, "The dumplings are delicious too."
After breakfast, Song Yun first had Shen Bai change into new clothes, which were custom-made couple outfits.
Wearing a pure white Hanfu, he didn't look feminine at all; instead, he exuded a unique youthful charm.
Her long hair, which had been hanging down, was tied up high with a simple headband that matched the color of her clothes, revealing her smooth forehead.
This outfit made Shen Bai look full of youthful vigor and vitality, as fresh and refined as a flower blooming in spring.
Song Yun also put on the same style of clothes, and tied his half-length hair into a bun at the back of his head.
His hair was naturally slightly wavy, so the bangs that fell to the sides were also slightly wavy.
With his striking features and silver-rimmed glasses, he resembled a top-tier court painter from ancient times, elegant yet casual.
Inside the villa, there was no need to wear a cloak, but Song Yun still led the child downstairs, as the child might go out later.
But Shen Bai is currently preoccupied with making dumplings and has no intention of going out.
I'm going to make dumplings for my husband.
Upon hearing this, Song Yun's lips gradually curled into a smile.
But the next second, he heard it again.
[We also need to feed Uncle Li, Big Ears, Little Witch...]
Song Yun's smile faded again; the dumplings his wife made had to be his.
Leading Shen Bai to the kitchen, flour and other ingredients were already laid out on the central island.
The boss wanted to make the dumplings himself, so the chefs naturally wouldn't interfere.
Only Song Yun and Shen Bai were present.
Song Yun looked like this wasn't her first time cooking; she tied an apron on herself and then helped Chen Bai tie one too.
He rolled up his sleeves and started kneading the dough.
As Shen Bai watched the veins on his arm bulge slightly from the effort he put into kneading the dough, his mind was filled with thoughts of the night before…
I love it.
As Song Yun listened to the Minion's wild thoughts, his hands didn't stop moving, but his body felt slightly hot.
On the surface, the two of them appeared serious, but their minds were already far away.
Song Yun couldn't stand it anymore and gave Shen Bai a small ball of dough.
"Baby, can you help me knead the dough?"
"OK."
Shen Bai took the fist-sized dough ball from him and followed Song Yun's movements to knead the dough.
Song Yun taught him how to knead dough and roll it out...
An hour later, Shen Bai finally managed to pinch out a flat dumpling because there was too much filling in the previous one, and the dumpling wrapper couldn't hold it all.
"Very good, that's it, Xiaobai did a great job."
"hey-hey."
Shen Bai persevered and made another one with not much filling, but the shape was a bit strange.
He quietly put his dumplings together with the dumplings that Song Yun had made.
[This way, it's impossible to tell which one was created by a novice.]
Song Yun pretended not to see anything, but when serving the dumplings, he put all the oddly shaped, shriveled dumplings and the dumpling wrappers mixed in the dumpling soup into his own bowl.
The white bowl was filled with plump, whole dumplings.
"It's very hot, be careful when you eat it."
It's noon now, so let's have this as lunch.
Shen Bai had no objections, because the dumplings smelled delicious.
Did I make this? It doesn't seem quite right, but it tastes delicious.
He blew on the dumplings and ate them in small bites.
His eyes kept glancing at Song Yun's large bowl.
It seems like the dumplings in my husband's bowl are the ones I made.
Looking at the bowl in front of Song Yun, filled with noodles and meat, and containing a few whole but oddly shaped dumplings, Shen Bai felt a little guilty.
"Honey~, is it delicious?"
His voice softened unconsciously, with a hint of ingratiation.
Song Yun pretended to keep a straight face and didn't say anything.
Shen Bai felt even more ashamed, so he used a soup spoon to scoop a plump dumpling in front of him.
"Then you eat this."
Song Yun opened his mouth and ate, then grabbed Shen Bai's hand when Shen Bai tried to scoop up a second one.
"No need, my child's cooking is still the best. I just love noodle soup."
As he spoke, he stirred the noodle soup in his bowl again and put it in his mouth. As long as it was made by Shen Bai, Song Yun thought it was delicious.
"Really?" Shen Bai looked at him suspiciously.
Song Yun nodded without changing his expression:
"Really, baby, you can only make this for me next time."
"Okay, then I can only eat yours."
Shen Bai also disliked Song Yun cooking for anyone else, no one at all.
Butler Li posted a photo of the two of them making dumplings together to the family group chat. The group includes Lu Yue, Song Jiangzhou, Song Shuyao, and Grandpa Song, and now Song Yun and Shen Bai are also in it.
It was only a few days ago that Song Yun learned that Butler Li would post all the photos she took to this group chat, and sometimes she would even report on Song Yun and Lu Yue's life together.
Song Yun saved all the photos and then posted them on his WeChat Moments, showing off how delicious the dumplings his wife made were.
Some of the photos show the two of them wearing matching outfits and matching bunny aprons, standing together kneading dough and making dumplings.
Next is a photo of Shen Bai feeding Song Yun dumplings, and another photo shows Song Yun holding Shen Bai's hand, with their matching rings sparkling.
The caption reads: "In the first year I had a wife, she made dumplings for me."
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