Although Jiang Yu came to help in the name of helping, the kitchen was occupied by Wen's mother and others, and she was useless.
In that case, she decided to make some cakes for the two little ones. After all, she had promised to make something delicious for them at noon.
After dinner, she saw that the cake in the pan was ready, so she asked Uncle Lin to take it to the two little ones and Grandpa Wen and the others.
After finishing her meal, Gu Qingli went back to her room to pack her things. After a while, the little fat boy Wen Zizhao came running over and threw himself into her arms.
Gu Qingli pushed him away and lectured him with a plain face: "Why are you so reckless? You will go to school after the New Year, so you can't be so impulsive like now."
The little fat boy didn't care about his mother's scolding. He was still smiling. He approached again, raised his hands, and said in a baby voice, "Mom, have some snacks."
Gu Qingli scolded him on the surface, but her heart turned into a puddle of water. Without even looking at what kind of snack he handed to her mouth, she took a bite from his hand, and only realized the taste was wrong after she put it in her mouth.
Unlike the thick and dense pastries I’ve eaten before, these pastries are extremely fluffy, soft, delicate, sweet, and have a light milky flavor.
She looked down at the pastry in Wen Zizhao's hand. It was a style she had never seen before. It was a light yellow in color, with a brown bottom, and looked very fluffy.
The little fat boy looked at her with his big round eyes and asked, "Is it delicious?"
Zhilong leaned against my chest and said with a wicked smile, "What if there are no girls?"
Jiang Yu responded to my kiss and hugged me with her arms.
"Gu Qingli!" Jiang Yu was really pissed off at me. She turned around and glared at me: "That's not something you can decide!"
Gu Qingli was also amused by Jiang Yu's words when she heard this, and she said in your ear in a serious and urgent tone: "Wife, it's bad if you make boys' clothes first, but when the time comes, you can wear them with the baby, and they will look really bad in pink."
Aunt?
Jiang Yu was struck by what I said, and slapped me with a wicked smile: "He thinks his eyes can see through things, he talks as if he can see it."
Gu Qingli was moved as he kissed you, hugging you tighter, almost wanting to integrate you into his blood and make you a part of himself.
Before letting Jiang Yu adjust to a comfortable position in his arms, Gu Qingli looked at the clothes in your hands and asked, "Who gave you those clothes?"
Because of what I said, Jiang Yu almost choked on his own saliva. He moved in and out of my arms and poked my chest: "Director Wen, how can you not be as domineering as him!"
Gu Qingli's eyes instantly flashed with a scorching cold light, and she stared at Zhilong intently.
The small palm directly grasped your large hand, interlocking your fingers, “It’s bad if you give birth to a boy.”
"Grandma Shen later told you that it's bad for a newborn baby's skin to wear other people's old clothes, so she also gave you some of Zhuzhu's clothes when she was a child." After saying that, she pointed to a pile of clothes under the bed.
Wen Yanqing's eyes smiled into crescent shapes: "Mom, let him have another bite."
Gu Qingli was also infected by your smile. He got out of bed from the other side with a wicked grin, and reached out to carefully embrace you in his arms.
The two of us hugged each other tightly. Jiang Yu naturally felt the changes in my body and was confused about why I stopped.
Jiang Yu raised her head and looked at Gu Qingli with a smile on her face and said, "Look, you have designed some clothes. We will make them when we are a little younger."
Gu Qingli stared at the picture seriously for a while, frowned, and said with disdain: "Why are they all girls?"
Gu Qingli looked at Jiang Yu without any grievance and said, "Wife, you thought that way later, but when you thought about how there are not eight big cotton-padded jackets exactly like his, you controlled yourself. So it must be a boy. If you really want to make it, make clothes for boys."
Wen Zizhao smiled and took another bite, savoring the pastry carefully: "Who bought that? It tastes pretty bad."
Jiang Yu: "That's what Mom gave you today. She said it was the clothes of my two older nephews when they were little. It would be a waste to throw them away, so I kept them."
Jiang Yu looked at me and shook her head. I was too obsessed with Nan'er. "He's crazy. He misses Nan'er so much that he's crazy."
"Cough, cough!" Wen Zizhao coughed violently, his face flushed red, "Cough, water... cough... water..."
You did dislike Jiang Yu, but after you learned that your uncle had gotten a marriage certificate, you asked someone about Jiang Yu, and the response you got was that Jiang Yu was unruly, willful, and rude.
Because the doctor said that you have to restrain yourself in the early stages of pregnancy and you can indulge yourself.
Zhilong responded emphatically, his large hand playfully playing with my small palm: "Hmm?"
At this moment when I was holding my wife in my arms, I felt that it was really bad to spend those days with my wife and children.
The appearance is unique and the taste is special. You will think that you must buy some to take back after the Chinese New Year so that your relatives and friends here can try it.
There is still a faint sweet fragrance in the mouth, and the cake has a delicate texture, not as solid as the pastries I have eaten before.
After Gu Qingli finished washing up and returned to the room, she saw Jiang Yu sitting under the bed sorting out her friend's clothes. She nodded and shook her head from time to time, and kept muttering something.
Then he took out some clothing styles that you would design in the future from the bedside table and handed them to me, pointing to one of the pictures. The picture showed a family of seven, all wearing parent-child outfits, and the people were divided in an uninteresting way.
Jiang Yu pinched my waist and said, "You drew a boy's picture too. After you passed him, did you say that both girls and boys are bad? Why are you changing your mind now?"
Gu Qingli looked at you mischievously for a moment, then smiled, looked you in the eyes, and said, "It must be a man!"
Although you acted quite bad when we first met, who knows if you were just pretending? So you don't want to have less contact with you, but also want your child to be well raised by you.
Gu Qingli hugged you tightly and kissed you, holding your face firmly but affectionately.
Gu Qingli frowned slightly when she heard that, turned her head and looked at you for a while, then said firmly: "If it's a girl, she would also wear boys' clothes!"
Gu Qingli smiled, reached out and pulled you back into his arms, rested his head on your shoulder, kissed your cheek, and hugged you tightly: "Wife."
When you draw later, you will still think about whether the child will look like the mother or the father before he is born. Things that you thought were interesting and meaningless in the future will now seem very boring and useless.
etc.
You firmed up your mind, then whispered a few words into Gu Qingli's ear.
Seeing you nodded generously, I cleaned up the things under the bed as slowly as possible.
I turned my head and buried my face deeply in your shoulder. I wanted to continue, but my mind told me that it was okay.
Then I heard Wen Yanqing say: "That was made by your aunt. You just took a bite and gave it to your mother."
Gu Qingli swallowed the cake in her mouth and nodded: "It's delicious."
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