Chapter 105 Chapter 105 What is my daughter's wish...
Ao Xinyi rarely comes to disturb her at night.
Bai Qingqing sat up from the bed and replied, "Not yet."
The door was soon pushed open, revealing half of Ao Xinyi's body and a slightly tentative face: "Qingqing, do you want to have a midnight snack tonight?"
Bai Qingqing had midnight snacks eight out of seven days a week. The time for eating was not fixed. Whenever she felt hungry during practice, she would get up and quietly go to the small kitchen to make something to eat.
Most of the time, the Bai family was asleep at that time.
Unexpectedly, Ao Xinyi would take the initiative to ask her if she wanted to have a midnight snack today, as if he was inviting her.
You can tell at a glance that the food has already been prepared.
Bai Qingqing jumped out of bed, stuffed her feet into slippers, and walked quickly to the door, getting straight to the point: "What do you want to eat?"
Ao Xinyi didn't expect his daughter to get up so quickly. He pushed the door open a little wider with a smile and let her out. Bai Qingqing closed the door behind her and walked downstairs with her.
"Can I have noodles?"
"Sure, I'm not picky about staple food, are there any vegetables?"
Seeing that his daughter had no intention of objecting, Ao Xinyi smiled and said, "Yes, I asked Sister Qiao what you eat in the evening, and made a few dishes with the ingredients you usually use."
"I thought today is your birthday, and since it's your birthday, you should have a bowl of longevity noodles, so your father and I went to the kitchen together and made you a bowl of longevity noodles."
Bai Qingqing nodded in understanding.
There was a banquet in the daytime, and the dresses prepared were very tight fitting. In order to look good in the clothes, Aunt Qiao prepared diuretic and swelling-reducing tea and boiled eggs for breakfast this morning. There was not a single solid bite.
We had cake and Western food for lunch and skipped the longevity noodles.
She didn't expect that Ao Xinyi and Bai Shuting would give her sex in the middle of the night.
The mother and daughter went to the kitchen while talking.
Bai Shuting was wearing home clothes, an apron around his waist, and holding a spatula.
Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw the mother and daughter coming. He curled his lips and smiled: "Wait a moment, the last dish will be ready soon."
"Let's sit for a while." Ao Xinyi pulled her to sit down at the dining table.
Bai Qingqing stretched her neck and glanced at the messy island counter filled with ingredients. She also saw a half-opened bag of flour and asked casually, "Did you knead and tear this dough right away?"
"Yes, I made the noodles and your dad pulled them. After the noodles were pulled, I added some to test it and it was quite chewy." As Ao Xinyi said this with a smile, Bai Shuting stood in front of the stove, put the last dish on a plate, poured soup into the dry noodles, put the three bowls of noodles on a tray together, and served them steaming hot on the table.
Ao Xinyi also stood up and brought over the dishes her husband had just prepared.
Bai Qingqing sat at the dining table and watched the two people busying around and whispering to each other. She felt a little dazed for a moment.
[Tsk…]
It was obviously not her real birthday, but looking at the couple busy in the kitchen made her miss Mr. Bai and Ms. Ou.
This is how Mr. White and Ms. Ou walked around on the morning of her birthday in the real world.
Three celadon bowls as big as faces were brought to Bai Qingqing.
The noodles are in a bright array of colors: red, white, yellow, and green. The entire bowl of noodles is filled with vegetables, and you can hardly see the white noodles underneath.
The red tomatoes were cut into complete round slices, stacked one on top of the other on the soup, with a few green vegetables placed diagonally in between.
Two golden fried egg dumplings and shredded chicken are placed on the other side of the bowl, along the edge of the bowl. In the center is a pile of finely chopped fresh egg shreds formed into a pointed hill, with chopped green onions sprinkled on the top.
The carefully arranged noodles struck her eyes and also struck her memories, pulling her out of her memories in a daze.
She raised her head and looked at Ao Xinyi's smiling face which was somewhat satisfied with her. Bai Shuting was putting the tray back on the counter while paying attention to her expression.
"This...is all made by you?"
"Yes, I asked Sister Qiao for advice when making the noodles. Your parents were in charge of the whole process. Don't worry, they have tasted them in advance. There is definitely no shady dishes."
Bai Qingqing's gaze returned to her face.
Listen to Ao Xinyi's gentle introduction to her:
"The egg dumplings are stuffed with bamboo shoots and meat. I made them, your dad fried them, I cut the egg skin shreds, and I arranged the noodles. Because you don't like the thick and oily noodle soup, your dad and I each made a dish, and we served them separately. I made the braised beef brisket, and your dad made the fried shrimp..."
In the kitchen early in the morning, she was wearing slippers, brushing her teeth against the kitchen door, watching Ms. Ou and Lao Bai busying around with their backs to her.
While Lao Bai was cooking, Ms. Ou would hand him the tools and carefully arrange the dishes on the surface, while explaining to her which dish or which process was made by whom.
Sometimes, Mr. Bai felt annoyed that Ms. Ou just stood there talking and doing nothing, so he would urge her to leave, telling her to go back and finish brushing her teeth quickly and not to stand at the kitchen door, getting covered in greasy smell.
The noodles that were served at the end were also like this, similar to the others, in a bowl as big as a nose, with the chicken broth skimmed off the oil, the noodles poured over clear soup, and the vegetables on top in red, green, yellow and white, filling the bowl.
"…This noodle soup is made from old hen soup. I've skimmed off the fat so it's not greasy at all. There's another bowl of it over there with chicken warming in the pot. You can get it whenever you want."
Ao Xinyi sat down beside her, and his soft and delicate voice overlapped with Ms. Ou's.
After talking for a long time, she realized that she hadn't picked up the chopsticks yet, so she pushed her husband again: "Where are the chopsticks and spoon? Bring three small bowls."
Bai Shuting had just taken off her apron and was about to sit down, but now she was about to stand up again.
Bai Qingqing jumped down from the chair and walked quickly to the cupboard: "Let me do it."
When she turned her back, her brows furrowed briefly, her lips pursed, and she took three small bowls from the cupboard with a serious look.
How strange, how could it be such a coincidence...
Such a coincidence shouldn't happen, is it God's will?
The way of heaven controls her and also controls the people in the world of the book. It is not difficult to make the bowl of longevity noodles made by Ao Xinyi and Bai Shuting exactly the same as the one made by Ms. Ou.
Including Li Qingqing's appearance, which is almost the same as her own. During this period of time, this body has been better nourished and is now 80% similar to her previous appearance.
What is the purpose of Tiandao doing this?
To make her more immersive?
Do you think her life is too dull and she is too out of touch with the world, so you do this so that you can immerse yourself more wholeheartedly in the role of a vicious female supporting role?
This blurred feeling between reality and the virtual world made her feel sick. Bai Qingqing suppressed her angry breath, slammed three porcelain spoons into the bowl, and reached for chopsticks.
Ao Xinyi heard the unusual noise and asked her from behind: "Qingqing, do you need help?"
"No need, it will be ready soon." Bai Qingqing didn't turn around, but just replied.
She knew that her face must be very sour now.
But it was really hard for her to adjust her mood quickly.
This bowl of noodles that night, which was exactly the same as the one made by Ms. Ou, was even more annoying than Bai Mu Ning's constant chatter.
She stuck the chopsticks in her palm, exhaled deeply, suppressed her stinky face, and turned around.
"Okay." Ao Xinyi felt a little strange, but seeing that she had already arrived, he did not stand up. He reached out and moved the plates on the table to make it easier for her to put them down when she came.
"Thank you Qingqing, please sit down and eat." Ao Xinyi smiled as gently as always, with a clueless look on his face, and happily took the bowl and chopsticks from her hand.
Bai Shuting beside her remained silent with a dark face, but his pair of fierce eagle eyes flashed with anticipation. His gaze lingered on her face from time to time, as if he was looking forward to her reaction when she ate the longevity noodles tonight.
Bai Qingqing's anger was stuck in her chest. Facing these two faces, she was unable to vent her temper for a moment.
He sat down at his seat, let out a slow breath, placed the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and smiled: "Well, eat."
Ao Bai and the other man obviously timed it to call her downstairs.
The noodles were not softened, the soup was hot, and the stir-fried dishes were steaming.
Bai Qingqing drank a mouthful of soup, then took a bite of the vegetables and noodles, and tasted the same flavor as she remembered.
As expected...
Ao Xinyi: "How does it taste? Do you like it?"
"It's delicious." Bai Qingqing raised her head and smiled at Ao Xinyi, "I like it very much."
Ao Xinyi's face immediately lit up, and he was obviously very happy. Bai Shuting also breathed a sigh of relief and started to eat noodles with his chopsticks.
"If you like, Mommy and Daddy will make it for you every year on your birthday, okay?"
Bai Qingqing paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks, but she kept smiling as she replied, "Okay."
When she first saw Ao Xinyi upstairs, Bai Qingqing thought that she was using the excuse of having a midnight snack to say something to her.
But the whole evening was relatively quiet. The couple asked about her taste and preferences from time to time, chatted about small things, and spent the rest of the time quietly eating noodles.
Ao Xinyi keeps in shape and never eats midnight snacks, even for dinner.
I ate a bowl of noodles as big as my face at midnight today. I was so exhausted that I could hardly walk. I didn’t go upstairs right after dinner. Instead, I asked my daughter to go upstairs to rest while I took a walk in the courtyard.
Bai Shuting naturally accompanied him.
The couple walked into the garden late at night and took a stroll in the quiet moonlight. The overlapping shadows of the trees and flowers obscured their figures.
After being busy all day and an accident happening the night before, Ao Xinyi only had time to calm down and recall what had happened in the past two days in his mind.
What concerned her most was the situation in the past two days.
Mu Ning was injured and taken back to Beijing by the Jiang family. From then on, there was one less child in the family. There were many words in Qingqing's heart that she could not understand. It seemed that there was a bottomless secret hidden in it that would be discovered once you peeked into it.
She thought about her daughter's thoughts that she heard at noon.
After thinking for a long time, I finally asked my husband.
"Brother Ting, did you notice what Qingqing said at noon? Her words were very strange. She said things like 'the story of returning home to recognize her family has ended', the aura of heaven appeared, and 'what did this paragraph in the book originally say'. Tell me...what exactly does our daughter's voice mean?"
When Ao Xinyi was young, he had a very strong memory for memorizing lines. He could remember 80% to 90% of what he heard once.
Retelling it now brought back Bai Shuting's memories, and he nodded calmly, "I remember."
Ao Xinyi's voice was very soft, and the footsteps made by the two of them when they were walking were louder. He murmured in the middle of the night: "I was wondering, why does this sound so wrong?"
"Oh, and there's also the phrase 'the heroine of a small world'."
"I understand 'the breath of heaven'. Qingqing is a Feng Shui master, so it's normal for her to be able to sense the heaven's way. But what do the other sentences mean? Brother Ting, do you have any clue?"
Bai Shuting groaned with a straight face: "...If we ignore the reality, if we only understand from Qingqing's inner voice, she should be talking about a book, and she is describing the plot in the book."
"Right, that's the feeling." Ao Xinyi nodded vigorously, frowning.
"But she said the heroine in the book is Ningning. Why don't I understand?"
Bai Shuting also shook his head solemnly.
He thought about what it had been like for the past month or so that he had come into contact with his biological daughter.
If you say that Qingqing's thoughts are nonsense, it is obviously unlikely. My daughter is not that kind of person. Even if she has some wild ideas, she would not say such things in that situation during the day.
There are two simplest and most crude ways to infer a person's psychology and words.
Assume it is true, assume it is false.
Assuming the conditions in her daughter's voice are met, Ningning is the heroine of a book and a small world, and returning home to recognize her relatives is a plot...
Bai Shuting stopped in silence, the moonlight shining on his broad shoulders, casting a black shadow like a hill on the ground.
He took his wife's soft hand and pulled her along to stop. He looked at his wife's face and said, "Suppose our world is a book..."
Ao Xinyi and her husband looked into each other's eyes.
The cool breeze in the middle of the night blew across her cheek, and she felt the hot body temperature from her husband's large and warm palm.
The sound of Ao Xinyi's heartbeat in his chest became clear in her ears, and she forced a smile: "What are you talking about..."
Bai Shuting held her hand tightly without moving.
Repeat in your mouth: "Assume."
When she was young, she acted in plays, read the scripts again and again, and the feeling of being filmed in front of the camera leaped into her mind across the width of more than 20 years. The smile on Ao Xinyi's face became unnatural, and he denied it again: "No."
The husband's guess was too bizarre.
This is the kind of dialogue that only appears in short dramas or videos.
It's even outdated for a skit.
She acted in so many plays when she was young, but now she was asked to guess and assume that the life she had lived for more than fifty years and the real world she lived in was a book?
It's simply a fantasy.
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