What filling does she like to eat?

Song Qianxing couldn't answer.

Because no one has ever asked her this question, and in the past, even if dumplings occasionally appeared on the dining table at my uncle's house, there would always be only the leek filling that they all liked.

She doesn't like leek stuffing, so she never likes to eat dumplings.

What's more, she didn't plan to stay and eat.

"I don't like to eat dumplings." Song Qianxing put down the bag in his hand and said, "And I have something to do, so I'll leave right away."

After saying that, she didn't look at Huo Jinbei anymore, turned around and prepared to leave.

But as soon as she turned around, she met Ruan Yin's sight.

Ruan Yin frowned slightly at her and said, "If you leave like this, aunt will be angry."

Hearing this sentence, Song Qianxing was inexplicably stunned. Before he could come back to his senses, Ruan Yin had already pulled her to the dining table and forced her to sit down.

"The dumplings made by Xiaobei are delicious," said Ruan Yin, "You will definitely like them."

Song Qianxing listened to her words, and his eyes fell unconsciously on Huo Jinbei's hands.

Thin skins fell between his clean and slender fingers, and with the filling, they quickly turned into round and full dumplings, each with watery and cute Yuxue.

Such movement changes are like magic for Song Qianxing.

And she was inexplicably trapped in this magic that was not very skillful, and she couldn't recover.

Huo Jinbei focused on wrapping dumplings and said nothing.

Ruan Yin looked at Huo Jinbei's results and said, "It's almost done, I'll go to the next plate first... Qianxing, haven't you told me what stuffing you like yet?"

Song Qianxing opened his mouth, but still couldn't answer.

Without waiting for her answer, Ruan Yin picked up the dumplings and said, "It doesn't matter, there are several kinds of stuffings here anyway. You can try them all at that time. They are all made by Xiaobei personally and they are delicious."

After saying that, she was about to walk to the kitchen, but Huo Jinbei stood up and said, "I'll go and cook."

"Okay." Ruan Yin and her son looked at each other, smiled and handed the dumplings in their hands to him, and said, "Then I will chat with Qianxing."

Huo Jinbei nodded, looked at Song Qianxing again, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Song Qianxing was still in a daze until Ruan Yin asked her: "It's good to wait a while, what do you want to drink?"

Song Qianxing looked up at her, and this time, he finally responded, "Whatever."

"Then I'll pour you a cup of red date tea." Ruan Yin said, then got up and walked to the small table next to her, poured a cup of hot red date tea, put it in front of Qianxing, and said, "Girls drink this, it's good to warm and replenish qi and blood."

Song Qianxing stared at the white bone porcelain cup. Before he could reach out to get it, Ruan Yin suddenly reached out and stroked the hair next to her face.

After she cut her hair short, she didn't take care of it well. Now her hair has grown a little longer and is scattered around her face in a mess, covering nearly half of her face.

Ruan Yin pulled her hair away and saw the wound on her face, but she didn't ask anything, just said, "Look at you, you must not pay attention to these things, and your complexion is a little different. Fortunately, you are still young and can be adjusted. Stay up late, drink less cold, and drink less alcohol in the future. Do you know?"

Song Qianxing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and could not make any sound.

She turned her head quickly, avoided Ruan Yin's sight, reached out to grab the cup of red date tea and was about to pour it into her mouth.

"Be careful, it's hot." Ruan Yin said quickly, "Drink slowly, why are you anxious? Don't choke."

Song Qianxing's movements did indeed slow down unconsciously, put the cup on his lips, blew it, and took a sip, and his eyebrows were drooping.

"What a good girl." Ruan Yin smiled and touched her head.

Song Qianxing's movements suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang again in the room. Ruan Yin said to her, "Drink slowly, I'll open the door", and then got up and walked towards the door.

The door opened, and Huo Bonian's driver stood outside the house, carrying large boxes of gifts and supplements in his hand.

"Madam." The driver called her, "this was sent by Mr. Huo. He is in the suburbs of the city today and may not be able to get there."

Hearing the movement at the door, Song Qianxing raised his eyes slightly and looked over there.

"It's okay." Ruan Yin said, "Tell him not to drink too much wine and take care of his liver."

The driver responded, put down his things when he entered the door, his eyes turned over Qianxing, and he didn't stop for too long. He just said, "Then I won't bother Mrs.

Ruan Yin smiled slightly and said, "I think it seems snowing outside again, drive slowly."

The driver nodded, turned around and left again.

Ruan Yin closed the door, lowered her head and tidied up the things that the driver placed in the entrance hall, and then returned to the dining table. Seeing that the glass of water in Song Qianxing's hand was half missing, she took the pot and filled it with it. She smiled and said, "It's delicious."

Song Qianxing stared at the cup in front of him for a moment, and suddenly said, "Why?"

"Hmm?" Ruan Yin replied, "What's the reason?"

Song Qianxing finally looked up at her and said, "Why are you with a married man? Why did you give birth to Huo Jinbei?"

Ruan Yin didn't seem to expect that she would suddenly ask this question. After being slightly stunned, her face remained as gentle as water, and she whispered: "Old things, you suddenly asked me this, and I didn't know how to answer it for a while?"

"Do you love him?" Song Qianxing continued.

"I am grateful to him." Ruan Yin said, "He helped me when I was at my worst. I can't repay this kindness."

Song Qianxing said: "So you promised it with your body? Then are you willing?"

"I have nothing to be unwilling to give up," said Ruan Yin. "Especially after having Xiaobei, he is my whole world. I have no more requirements in my life. I am already satisfied with being like this now."

Song Qianxing stared at her for a while and said slowly: "Did you ever think about what your life would be like if Huo Jinbei was not born?"

Ruan Yin smiled and shook her head, then said, "Before Xiaobei, that period was not easy for me, it could be said that it was dark. Xiaobei's arrival was like a ray of light illuminating me. I know that even if I really had nothing, I at least still have him. He is all my courage and hope."

After listening to it, Song Qianxing was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "He did not disappoint your expectations."

Ruan Yin nodded and said, "Yes, he really doesn't. I'm very lucky to have such a son."

"He is also very lucky," said Song Qianxing. "Although he has an unspeakable life experience, he has a mother who truly loves him."

After hearing this, Ruan Yin seemed to realize something. After looking at Qianxing again, she reached out to touch her eyebrows and said, "Every mother will love her children."

Song Qianxing sneered and said, "That's not necessarily."

Seeing her expression, Ruan Yin whispered: "Maybe you will have an experience in this aspect when you become a mother."

"I won't have children," said Song Qianxing.

Ruan Yin paused slightly, "What do you say?"

"Because I am not like you, I am a selfish and indifferent person, and I can't love anyone, including my children." Song Qianxing said, "So, why should I bring one more child to this world to suffer?"

"You are still young." Ruan Yin said with a sigh, "Maybe one day, you will meet someone who makes you take off your guard and only willing to do so? By then, everything will become natural."

"Can you do?" Song Qianxing asked back.

Ruan Yin said: "Why not? There are many possibilities in life-"

After saying that, she smiled and looked up at the kitchen door.

Song Qianxing looked along her gaze and saw Huo Jinbei walking out of the kitchen with a plate of dumplings.

Tengteng steam blurred his face, making people unreal.

But when he put down the dumplings, his suddenly clear face was as if he was waving the clouds and saw the sun, which made Song Qianxing stunned.

Huo Jinbei met her gaze, her eyes calm and quiet.

Song Qianxing suddenly came to his senses, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the plate of dumplings on the table.

Ruan Yin arranged a dish and dipped dishes, then went into the kitchen to serve everyone a bowl of dumpling soup.

The fireworks of the world are the most touching of the hearts of ordinary people.
Chapter completed!