Two celadon soup bowls, one large and one small, are placed on the coffee table.

The food that just came out of the pot was covered with a white fog.

Mianmian slid down the sofa, holding her small bowl, and exaggeratedly supporting her, "Wow——"

"What a beautiful flower." Mianmian stared at the things in the bowl, looking novel, it was a food she had never seen before.

Lu Huaiyu found two seat cushions and placed them on the side of the coffee table so that they could sit with a cushion.

Jian Qing slowly moved to the mat, and the injured leg passed through the bottom of the coffee table, stretched straight, and the other leg bent up against the edge of the coffee table.

In the sitting position, the Hayao on her body was pulled upwards, which seemed much shorter, above her knees.

The coffee table is completely transparent glass, with slender and snow-white long legs visible at a glance, dazzling and dazzling.

Lu Huaiyu lowered his eyes and looked away inadvertently.

After Jian Qing sat down, her eyes fell into the bowl and was stunned.

The thin white dough is pressed into the shape of plum blossoms by the mold, floating in the clear chicken soup base.

The surface is dotted with emerald green fine green onion.

A faint fragrance of plum blossoms and sandalwood drifted in the air.

It is because plum blossoms and sandalwood powder were added when kneading.

Jian Qing sniffed, and a familiar smell came to her face.

Memories surge into my mind.

When she was a child, she was picky about food and didn't like to eat rice.

Chen Yuan always makes plum blossom soup cakes like this to coax her to eat.

The plum blossoms are elegant, the noodle soup is delicious, and it looks simple, but it is actually very troublesome to make.

Jian Qing remembers that at that time, Chen Yuan wrote a full two pages of the production method in the recipe.

The misty mist lingered. Jian Qing blinked her bright eyes and raised her head to ask, "How could you do this?"

Lu Huaiyu bent down, took two tissues, wiped his hands slowly, and said casually: "After learning online, do you taste it delicious?"

Mianmianzao, who was beside him, held a small spoon, started to eat it, and answered first, "It's delicious!"

Jian Qing held the soup bowl and took a bite.

The plum blossom dough has just the right taste, and it will not be too strong if it is not soft or too strong.

Chew carefully, the dough is sweet and mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

The amount of sandalwood powder is added is very small, and the taste is light, so it will not attract the taste.

The chicken soup is mellow and there are stars of oil flowers floating on the surface.

As the taste buds were activated, Jian Qing was in a trance for a moment.

The plum blossom noodle soup made by Lu Huaiyu tastes very similar to the one made by Chen Yuan.

I thought I would never eat anything again, and no one would make anything for her.

"It's delicious." Jian Qing buried her head and said in a muffled manner.

The pupils quietly blew into a sea. She opened her eyes wide and did not dare to blink, for fear of falling into the water.

Lu Huaiyu received positive feedback, so he felt relieved and let the two children eat, and he left the door quietly.

Go and pick up the fireworks he left in the yard.

Fireworks scattered all over the place.

Lu Huaiyu half-squatted on the ground, slowly shook off the snow on it, and picked it back into the cardboard box.

He lowered his eyes, focused his eyes on a certain place, and seemed to be looking at nothing, as if he couldn't help but chuckled at his own heart.

Because it was not too early, Lu Huaiyu made a small amount of plum blossom noodle soup, so he was afraid that he would not digest it at night.

When he came back, the two children had eaten clean and had not even left the soup.

As soon as the door was opened, they looked at him in unison.

Mianmian saw the big box in his arms at a glance, colorful, excitedly whirled, and immediately ran over, "Do we want to set off fireworks?"

Lu Huaiyu smiled, "Yes."

Upon hearing this, Jian Qing's eyes also lit up, and her playful thoughts were drawn out.

Lu Huaiyu put the cardboard box containing the fireworks on a sofa chair, took it out with the chair, and placed it under the plum blossom tree next to the hot spring pool.

The temperature beside the hot spring is very high, like a natural warmer. Even if it snows, you can't feel the slightest coldness.

Jian Qing's leg was injured and she walked slowly, which was not very affected. She couldn't stand and sat on the sofa for a while.

Mianmian is young and hasn't played with fireworks much. It's understandable that she is in love with her.

But Jian Qing didn't expect that Lu Huaiyu could not play with fireworks at such a big age.

She took out a cannon from the cardboard box and handed it to him.

Lu Huaiyu frowned and looked at the small pink box in his palm for a long time. Then he held the soybean-sized cannon in his hand, pressed the lighter and clicked on the lead.

If she hadn't stopped it quickly, Lu Huaiyu's precious hands would probably have been blown away.

Jian Qing stopped his hand that was about to ignite the fire, "This is not how I play."

"Have you never played the cannon throwing?"

Lu Huaiyu said honestly: "No, I have only seen fireworks."

“…”

All right.

He is indeed a spoiled young master.

Jian Qing held a cannon and threw it hard on the ground, making a crackling sound.

The violent factor ignited at the moment of explosion.

Inexplicably happy.

Lu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows and stared at the little girl who was smiling happily, as if she was infected, her lips curled up gently.

Mianmian was startled, then giggled quickly and clapped her hands, "I want to play too, I want to play too."

At first, the little guy tentatively threw the cannons one by one, but later he spread it away. He imitated Jian Qing's appearance and threw it everywhere.

Lu Huaiyu was slow and stood upright.

The clean and slender fingers had clear joints. The two fingers pinched the round white cannon, rubbed them back and forth, and threw them slowly on the ground.

Even if you play with a cannon, your every move is noble and elegant, careless, as if you are playing for the sake of playing.

Jian Qing sat on the sofa chair, holding a cardboard box, looking at the fireworks one by one, both of which were large and small, and had a complete range of types.

Before she knew it, she became the only person in the field to give guidance.

The yard is dark and worn.

In order to make the fireworks look good, even the lights in the living room were turned off.

Only the small street lights hidden in the surrounding shrubs emit white light, providing faint lighting.

Mianmian was particularly excited. He jumped with the fairy stick in both hands, pulling out the curved light, and constantly urging, "Dad, let go of the others."

Learning from the lesson of throwing cannons, Lu Huaiyu took out a firework he didn't know, and his first reaction was to ask Jian Qing how to play.

"Just put this on the ground, just click the lead. After igniteing the fire, you have to run faster." Jian Qing reminded him worriedly.

Seeing Lu Huaiyu being slow, if she hadn't had good legs and feet, she would have gotten on her own.

If it weren't for seeing him lose his composure just before, Jian Qing couldn't help but wonder that even if the sky collapsed, he wouldn't have run away in a hurry.

Lu Huaiyu smiled and replied OK.

Fireworks rushed out of the fireworks, rising and higher until they were taller than people, illuminating the darkness around them.

The golden rain is flying all over the sky, like a fire tree and a silver flower.

Jian Qing looked at the gorgeous fireworks, her clear eyes reflected the firelight, and her ears were noisy sounds.

The heavy snow was rustling down, mixed with the burst of fireworks and the giggling of children.

Her attention was entirely on the burning fireworks.

Lu Huaiyu leaned obliquely against the plum tree, without looking at the fireworks. His dark eyes were deep and deep, staring straight at the little girl beside him.

The fireworks like silver moonlight were like the galaxy pouring down, reflected on her porcelain white face.

The cheeks were stained with a light blush, and the eyes were clean and clear, as if they were filled with cosmic starlight.

——The heartbeat was beaten uncontrollably.

If she is a human firework, she would not know it, but she would look up to it in the world.
To be continued...