The green camphor tree has a deep view

After a while, the ribs in the pressure cooker were cooked, and the kitchen was filled with a rich aroma of meat. Jing Long ran from the living room following the smell:

"It smells so good! I want to eat it!"

"Wait a little longer, we'll have dinner when the noodles are cooked." Wen Qing said as she added more boiling water to the noodles.

Maybe Song Jingshen didn’t like noodles, but she searched the kitchen but couldn’t find any noodles, only a small bag of flour.

Wen Qing recalled how her grandmother rolled out noodles, pouring water to mix the dough, rolling it into a round thin sheet, and then cutting it into thin noodles with a knife.

There was no long rolling pin like the one grandma used in the kitchen. Even the ordinary-length sandalwood rolling pin was something Wen Qing had found in the corner and had just unsealed.

Wen Qing felt that Song Jingshen would definitely not remember to buy a rolling pin, so this must have been the work of Butler Yu.

Wen Qing once made wontons for Jing Long at the Song family mansion. There was no wonton wrapper at home, so Wen Qing rolled some by hand. Unexpectedly, housekeeper Yu was so meticulous that he even noticed these small details.

When Song Jingshen came out of the study, he was immediately surrounded by the smell of food. He paused, as if he was attacked by a long-lost familiar feeling, and for a moment he couldn't figure out where he was.

He walked into the restaurant and saw a ball of warm yellow light in the kitchen, with a slender figure wrapped in the warm light. The figure was busy in and out, sometimes wearing gloves to bring out a large plate of ribs, and sometimes picking up a few sets of bowls and chopsticks, and scooping out long noodles from a white porcelain bowl on the table.

After the noodles were served, Wen Qing suddenly realized that there were no vegetables on the table. She hurried back to the kitchen, took out a few Shanghai greens from the refrigerator, picked them and washed them, then blanched them in the water used to cook the noodles, ready to put on the noodles.

Song Jingshen leaned on the kitchen island and watched her busying around, a familiar feeling rising in his heart. The first impression of this girl on him was too vivid, and coupled with her relationship with Zhou Wen, he always felt that she was a woman like a vine.

But now she was wearing an apron and circling around the stove, looking like a plain and virtuous wife and mother.

However, Song Jingshen has always been reluctant to accept the title of "virtuous wife and loving mother".

Maybe because he is still young, he enjoys the stimulation brought by hormones more than the dull family life.

Maybe he has self-knowledge and knows what kind of person he is, and is not worthy of the affection and friendship of a good woman.

Just as I was daydreaming, I suddenly heard a childish exclamation: "It's so delicious! Sister, I want more."

Wen Qing put the vegetables in Jing Long's bowl: "Don't just eat the meat, eat the vegetables too."

Jing Long frowned and twisted his body: "No! Give the vegetables to my brother, I'll eat the ribs!"

Wen Qing bargained: "Eat one bite of the vegetable and two bites of the ribs, okay?"

Jing Long pouted, thought for a moment, then opened his mouth and started eating the food obediently.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a wave of fatigue coming over her, and she didn't want to move at all. She cooked this meal for nearly an hour, and after cooking, she had to coax the children to eat well. After all this busy work, she was much more tired than doing experiments in class!

"Don't you want to eat something?" Song Jingshen sat opposite her, holding the bowl of noodles she had served him.

Wen Qing shook her head, stood up with the help of the table, and staggered towards the island counter.

"We'll clean up later." Song Jingshen pulled her to sit down, and a strange feeling flashed through his mind. Was it heartache, or something else?

"Your feet hurt? Are your slippers too hard?" Song Jingshen asked, "Why can't you walk steadily?"

"No, I want a glass of water." Wen Qing said as she was about to stand up again.

"I'll get it for you!" Jing Long put down the bowl, ran to the island, stood on tiptoe to pick up a cup, and stretched out his little hand to get the water. Wen Qing was afraid that he would get scalded, so she ran over to watch over him.

Song Jingshen looked at her profile and felt upset.

What he wanted was a spicy fast food that could be had at his request, but he unexpectedly fell in love with a bowl of boiled cabbage. It turned out that the cabbage was more tempting than the chili peppers, so he was reluctant to let it go, but he was hesitant to eat it.

Fast food is easy to disperse after eating, but Kung Fu cuisine is not necessarily the same. If you get addicted to it, you may end up being restrained by the other party...

He retracted his gaze, lowered his head, picked up a piece of pork ribs, and slowly put it into his mouth. The meat was boneless and soft, oily but not greasy. He chewed it, and the aroma of meat filled his mouth - it was enough to open a shop! He took another bite of the noodles, which were smooth and chewy, but the thickness was not uniform, and he could tell that they were hand-cut.

This mouthful of noodles was kneaded and cut by her own hands. He looked at her and felt that his whole body was smoothed out by her hands.

Wen Qing stroked Jing Long's head with one hand and held the water cup with the other, with a sweet smile on her face, as if the cup was filled with nectar.

"Jing Long has grown up and knows how to feel sorry for his sister." She sighed, looking relieved.

"Of course. When I grow up I will protect you and mom."

"Your sister doesn't need your protection." Song Jingshen joked, "Your sister has plenty of people to protect her."

"Humph, those people are unreliable. They are all here because of my pretty face. They are all lecherous and disgusting at first sight!"

Wen Qing laughed: "Stop talking nonsense, they are not like that."

"Why not? Brother Qi from my second aunt's family is just like that. He insisted on taking a class with you. What class? He just wanted to..."

"Qi Fan is still pestering you?" Song Jingshen suddenly spoke with a low voice.

Wen Qing didn't look at him, she just urged Jing Long: "Eat quickly, brush your teeth, take a shower and go to bed after eating."

"Still greedy! I think he is just greedy, greedy for his sister!" Jing Long said loudly.

"Shut up!" Wen Qing shouted at him, "What do you know about adults' affairs?"

"Huh, he's still an adult? He's an adult, why would he let you take care of him?"

"I am taking him to study, not to take him to eat and sleep." Wen Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"What's the difference? You come to take care of me because my mother is not at home. He has a mother at home, and Second Aunt is his mother, right? Why does he still want you to take care of him? Why doesn't Second Aunt take care of him?"

"Can you worry less?" Wen Qing wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth. "Your father went to Uncle Qi and told him not to come."

"I think he will come again. When he comes, he will just see you, look and look at you endlessly!" Jing Long said a few words, jumped off the dining chair, and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Wen Qing sighed and stood up to clean up the dishes.

"I haven't finished eating yet." Song Jingshen said.

"I see you didn't eat much..." Wen Qing explained and sat back down.

"High-fat and high-oil foods should always be controlled."

Wen Qing said nothing more.

"Qi Fan has been looking for you?" He looked at her across the dining table and suddenly felt that she was very far away, like a cloud shadow that would disappear if he looked away.

"Yeah. He left me a voice message on WeChat, but I didn't reply, so he ran to the kindergarten gate to look for me." Wen Qing propped up her head and stared at the table. "I advised him that the schedule in the third year of high school is tight, so he should stop running around... but it was no use."

Wen Qing raised her hand and wiped her eyes: "I don't want to hurt him...but I don't know what to do."

She sighed again, picked up Jing Long's used dishes and walked to the kitchen sink to rinse them.

While she was washing, another set of bowls and chopsticks came over, they were Song Jingshen's.

"Do you want me to help you?" His voice came from behind, his tone neither cold nor hot.

"No need, put it there." Wen Qing pointed to the edge of the pool.

"There is a dishwasher." Song Jingshen took her hand and said, "I mean Qi Fan. I have a way to make him stop looking for you."

Wen Qing shook her head and said nothing. She just pulled her hand out, bent down, opened the dishwasher, and figured out how to use it.

Song Jingshen squatted down, put the dishes and chopsticks one by one, added dishwashing powder, and started it. The machine started running on its own, making a regular sound of electricity.

He turned his head to look at her. Her face was pale and her eyes were wet, like a lost deer that was tired and squatted beside him. He felt that his previous thoughts were ridiculous. When the flowers are ready to be picked, they must be picked. What is there to hesitate about? If someone else picked them, he would regret it to death!

As for how Hua felt, he couldn't care less at the moment.

Wen Qing realized that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and quickly said "I learned it", then stood up and took off her apron: "I'll take Jing Long to wash up."

Song Jingshen stood up immediately, took a few steps forward to catch up with her, clasped her hands, and pulled her into his arms.

"Why are you running? Are you afraid of me?" He looked down at her, breathing heavily, "Don't move." He used force with his arms to prevent her from struggling.

Wen Qing put her hands against his chest, suspecting that he was made of iron. His muscles were like rock, and her hands hurt when she hit them, but he didn't move at all.

"Let me go. I'll call for help." Wen Qing threatened him, her voice trembling.

Song Jingshen chuckled: "Who are you calling? Jing Long? Let him see us like this and then tell your aunt?"

Wen Qing's face turned red to her ears, and her heart was pounding wildly, as if it was going to burst out of her chest.

Yes, if Jing Long hit her...she would really not be able to live as a human being.