Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

"Are you waiting for me so you don't go to bed?"

Yan Rongrong carefully stirred the noodles, for fear of breaking them, the longevity noodles need to be a whole stick.

"Well, it's your birthday today. This is your first birthday since we were together. I still want to make it for you, but it happens that the company has something to do and it's too late to prepare. I can only make you a bowl of longevity noodles." Of course, if you don’t mind, the kitchen may still have the leftovers from our evening meal.”

Seeing the little girl wearing an apron and busy in the kitchen, Si Boheng couldn't help but smile on the corners of her lips. It's such a good day, this is called life, warm and happy.

"I'll just eat a bowl of noodles made by you, no need to heat it up."

Yan Rongrong lowered her head and took a closer look at the noodles. She felt that the noodles were still a little hard. She was afraid that Mr. Si's teeth would be bad, so she cooked them again, and looked at the time, it was already eleven fifty.

She didn't dare to cook anymore, otherwise she wouldn't be able to finish this bowl of longevity noodles before twelve o'clock.

When Yan Rongrong took out the noodles and turned around with them, he found Si Boheng still leaning against the door.

"Where are you posing? Hurry up, come and eat noodles, you only have 10 minutes."

She held her face in one hand, and went to Lasperheng with the other.

Si Boheng quickly reached out to pick it up.

"Is it hot?"

Putting down the bowl, he took Yan Rongrong's hand and looked, but there was nothing wrong with his fingers.

Yan Rongrong pulled out her hand and said with a smile.

"It's not hot, it's nothing, you often do the work, you try it quickly, if you do it in a hurry, it may not be as delicious as auntie's."

Si Boheng pulled Yan Rongrong onto his lap.

"Eat something with me."

"No, I've had dinner, and I'm not hungry at all right now, so hurry up and eat, my birthday will be over soon."

She wanted to stand up, but the big hand on her waist was pressing her tightly, and she couldn't use the strength.

"Oh, let go!"

"It's not loose, you just sit and watch me eat, okay?"

Yan Rongrong glared at him, why didn't he find that Mr. Si was such a rascal before?But thinking that there was not much time left, she didn't dare to struggle anymore, don't waste the time.

Si Boheng is also really capable, to hold Yan Rongrong in his left hand and eat noodles with chopsticks in his right.

"Don't bite off the longevity noodles."

Si Boheng smiled lightly.

"You little superstitious."

The long-lived noodles made by his mother in the past were served section by section, and he had eaten them for many years.

Yan Rongrong's bowl of noodles looks delicious, with green vegetables and poached eggs, and it smells very good.

He took a bite, obeyed Yan Rongrong's words, and didn't bite off the noodles, but still gave Yan Rongrong a thumbs up, expressing that it was very delicious.

Yan Rongrong is very satisfied. Mr. Noodles made by herself likes to eat, which makes her feel very happy.

"I'll make it for you often in the future, okay?"

Si Boheng had noodles in his mouth, and wanted to tell you to cook them after the baby was born, but the noodles were not allowed to be bitten, and he had to eat them all in one sitting, so he really didn't dare to speak, not to mention that his good upbringing prevented him from Talk when you have food in your mouth.

Yan Rongrong has been watching him eat all the time, with smiles on his eyes and brows.

But when she smiled and laughed, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally she tilted her head and fell asleep while leaning against Si Boheng's arms.

Si Boheng looked down at her, this girl had been lethargic since she was pregnant, she insisted on waiting for him tonight just to make him a bowl of longevity noodles, she probably couldn't bear it now.

He rubbed her forehead lightly with his face, and continued to finish the noodle with his head down.

I looked at the phone on the table, it was 11:59.

"Mr. Si, happy birthday, baby too... happy birthday to you!"

Yan Rongrong seemed to be talking in a dream, but Si Boheng clearly heard her blessing. He tightened his arms, took a tissue to wipe his mouth, and lowered his head to kiss her lightly.

"Baby, thank you!"

Putting his arms through her legs, he carried her back to the room.

As soon as she put her on the bed, she grabbed Si Boheng's arm and did not let go. Si Boheng smiled helplessly, and also got into bed.

He reached out and hugged Yan Rongrong in his arms, tucked in the quilt for her, and slowly closed his eyes.

Holding Yan Rongrong at this moment, he didn't have any distracting thoughts, surrounded by warm and reassuring smells, he was also very sleepy, and soon fell asleep.

Because of the new winter products, Si Boheng still had to get up early to go to the company.

When she went downstairs, Tang Yunyan came out of the room yawning, as if she was still cursing, but Si Boheng didn't have time to listen to what she scolded, so she didn't have to guess, she must be scolding his father. Never ask.

"Hey, what time did you come back last night, kid?"

Wearing pajamas and slippers, Tang Yunyan ran up to Si Boheng's side, reaching out to pull his ears.

Si Boheng leaned back to avoid her.

"Mom, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

Tang Yunyan crossed her hips and glared at him angrily.

"Why are you still asking me? What happened to you kid yesterday? If we earn less money, our Si family can't afford to eat? Rongrong prepared two big meals for you a day, but you are lucky and didn't come back."

Si Boheng looked at her blankly.

"What? What feast?"

"It was yesterday at noon and night that Rongrong personally cooked a large table of dishes for you, but you didn't have a good meal, and you didn't catch up with the meal."

Si Boheng's expression was dull, and he suddenly remembered last night that Rongrong said that if he didn't dislike the leftovers, he could warm them up for him, but at that time he...

Si Boheng suddenly scratched his hair forcefully, why didn't he think of it last night?Rongrong didn't say anything, and he didn't ask any more questions. It turned out that Rongrong cooked the food himself.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Seeing his annoyed appearance, Tang Yunyan was very satisfied, and immediately put a smile on his face.

"It's not our fault. Who made it impossible for us to contact you? Poor Hairy. After working all day yesterday, Aunt Wen said that when she washed her feet, her feet were swollen. She stood in the kitchen for almost a whole day."

Si Boheng quickly ran upstairs, ran to the door of the room, and took a few deep breaths to keep himself from panting too hard.

Yan Rongrong was still asleep, probably because she was too tired yesterday, but she didn't wake up when he walked around the room like this today.

Lifting the quilt quietly, he first rubbed his hands to warm them up, and then touched his fluffy feet.

The little girl's feet were shiny and fair, and they were very small. Her toes were curled up slightly, which might be a habitual movement. When Si Boheng touched it with her hand, she might feel the warmth, and her toes slowly stretched out.

Si Boheng pressed his fingers lightly on her instep, and there was really a small dent.

He frowned, looked at those slightly round feet, and sighed.

The quilt was lifted again, and the nightdress Yan Rongrong was wearing was rubbed up for sleeping, to see if it could cover the middle part.