Wen Xinya pouted her little mouth and complained that Si Yiyan didn't love her. Her delicate and sweet appearance, under the dim light, added an equally beautiful and gorgeous color, just like a crabapple standing on a branch, blooming with fragrance, with an indescribable beauty.
Si Yiyan's heart couldn't help but be moved. The suppressed emotions in his heart couldn't help but burst out. He suddenly hugged her into his arms, and lifted her up like a princess.
"What are you doing!" Wen Xinya glared at him coquettishly.
Perhaps because she drank a lot of wine, her eyes were hazy and red, not only not intimidating at all, but also adding a bit of sparkling color.
Si Yiyan put her on the sofa: "Are your feet sore?"
When performing foot dance, one can only lift one foot and transfer the center of gravity to one leg, making a large rotation. It is a bit similar to ballet, but more passionate and unrestrained than ballet.
This would definitely be a bit unbearable for the feet.
Wen Xinya rolled her eyes and said, "My feet are sore, and my legs are sore too!"
After saying that, she confidently put her legs on Si Yiyan's legs, her meaning was very obvious.
Si Yiyan looked at her snickering face and couldn't help but find it a little funny. She was indeed a little girl spoiled by him, but he was really willing to spoil her like this, so he held her little feet very politely and said, "Let me rub them for you!"
Wen Xinya immediately smiled, thinking that she had gotten the upper hand.
She is not that fragile. She has excellent physical resilience, strength and endurance. Although she was a little tired after dancing for two hours, and her feet and legs were a little sore, she was far from reaching her limit. It's just that waltz is a dance that mainly relies on rotation, especially the rotation on the feet, which is very strenuous, so she felt a little dizzy and tired.
As long as she is willing, it will not be a problem for her to dance with Si Yiyan for another two hours.
Under the warm and hazy light, Si Yiyan's pair of slender bamboo-like and white jade-like hands carefully and attentively massaged the acupuncture points on her feet. No one would have thought that the mysterious head of Xia Si's family, the powerful Lucifer's highest decision-maker Rex, and the distinguished behind-the-scenes big boss of Jiayuan, Jiu Shao, would one day put aside their noble stature and wholeheartedly pamper a woman and massage her feet!
Thinking about it, Wen Xinya felt her inner vanity bursting.
So Wen Xinya couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Tell me, if Gu Yuexi and the others saw you like this, what would they do?"
She is really curious!
Si Yiyan didn't even raise his head, massaging her feet seriously and attentively: "They will poke their own eyes out!"
He spoke very seriously, as if he was taking it seriously.
Wen Xinya burst into laughter: "Why?"
"If your eyes are disobedient and see things you shouldn't see, then what's the point of keeping them?" The voice was light, as if it was just stating a fact.
Wen Xinya was immediately overjoyed.
Sure enough, Si Yiyan also cared about her image in the eyes of her subordinates. She seemed to have discovered some important secret.
Si Yiyan thought she was so cute when he saw her smiling like a kitten that had stolen some fish.
Xinya suddenly felt a little hungry. She looked up at the half-eaten meal on the table and looked at Si Yiyan with some complaints: "It's all your fault. I didn't finish the candlelight dinner I carefully prepared."
Si Yiyan looked at the table full of exquisite food. She had carefully prepared all of it. It would be a shame to waste it. "I'll go heat up the food!"
People who are used to eating Chinese food always feel that Western food is not filling enough. The same is true for him. Although the taste of Western food is exquisite, it is far inferior to the rich taste of Chinese food.
If you eat it occasionally, it will taste delicious.
So like Xinya, he doesn't like Western food very much. Even breakfast is a combination of Chinese and Western food, but mainly Chinese food.
"It's better not to. Western food won't taste good if you reheat it. I'll make you another bowl of longevity noodles to fill your stomach." After saying that, Wen Xinya took her feet off Si Yiyan's legs and stuffed them into a pair of fluffy rabbit-ear slippers.
The portions of Western food were not big to begin with. Even though she cooked a table full of dishes, they didn’t eat much, so Si Yiyan definitely wasn’t full.
Si Yiyan did not stop her. Seeing that she was standing like a little wife, he put on the small apron on the sofa and went to the kitchen.
Si Yiyan sat on the sofa, looking forward to it.
After about ten minutes, Wen Xinya came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles.
A bowl of the simplest egg and tomato noodles was placed in front of Si Yiyan: "It's a bit late, just make do with it!"
Longevity noodles can be prepared in a very delicate and complicated way, but it is already half past eleven and his birthday will soon be over. Since it is longevity noodles, it should naturally be eaten before midnight.
Si Yiyan couldn't help but laugh: "It looks pretty good."
Xinya is a good cook, he has no doubt that she can make a simple bowl of egg and tomato noodles taste the best.
Wen Xinya urged, "Eat quickly, it will get cold soon."
Si Liaoyan picked up the noodles and started eating. He didn't know how the noodles were made, but they were refreshing and chewy in his mouth and very delicious.
An ordinary bowl of noodles brought back those vague memories that were buried deep in Si Yiyan's heart.
His mother is a relatively traditional woman. When he was a child, on every birthday, his mother would personally prepare a bowl of longevity noodles for him, with long thin noodles, clear broth, beautiful vegetables, and a beautifully shaped poached egg on top, exactly like the bowl of noodles in front of him. It was the most delicious taste he had ever had in his life.
"Yan'er, happy birthday. This is longevity noodles. After eating it, you will live a hundred years, healthy and happy!" His mother's gentle voice rang in his ears, as if it were yesterday.
He seemed to see his mother again, wearing a beautiful floral apron, sitting on the sofa, looking at him with a gentle and loving smile.
Wen Xinya looked at him with sparkling eyes: "How is it? Is it delicious?"
In fact, she was planning to make a birthday cake for Si Yiyan today, but on the one hand, she didn't have enough time, and on the other hand, Si Yiyan didn't like sweet food very much, so she gave up in the end.
Now this bowl of longevity noodles is pretty good as a replacement for the birthday cake.
Si Yiyan suddenly came back to his senses and smiled: "The noodles are delicious!"
It tasted exactly the same as the one his mother cooked for him in his memory.
He thought that he would never have the chance to taste such a warm flavor again in his life, but he never expected that one day, a woman would cook soup for him and let him taste that unforgettable flavor again.