Cheng Huan was a little tired, and for a moment wondered if he was stupid and would discuss this issue with this little kid.
She stared at Xing Xing for a while, curled her lips and looked away, and simply threw the blame away: "Then I have to ask Dad."
So Jiang Mingyuan received a call from his son within a few minutes after taking Cheng Huan's call.
He had just eaten, and he was a little strange when he received the call, thinking that something had happened, but as soon as he connected, he received a complaint from his son: "Dad, do you not like me!"
"How could it be?" Jiang Mingyuan was surprised, thinking that someone provoked his son, the first thing he thought of was his mother, and his face became gloomy: "Who told you this?"
"No one said it, I just know it!" Xing Xing put his hands on his waist, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became: "You send flowers to mom, but not me, it must be because you don't like me!"
After Cheng Huan, Jiang Mingyuan had nothing to say to his son.
He felt a little sorry for his mother, and felt that he shouldn't be so suspicious of her. He took two deep breaths, paused, and then asked helplessly, "Do the stars want flowers too?"
"Yes!" He said with certainty.
"Okay, baby, wait a minute, my uncle will deliver the flowers in about half an hour, okay?"
"Okay!" After getting a satisfactory result, the child was no longer angry. He put down his hands on his waist, sat back on the sofa again, shook his little feet and confessed to his father, "I like you too, Dad."
"Daddy likes stars too."
Then he said pitifully: "But I don't have money, I can't afford flowers."
"It's okay..." Jiang Mingyuan sighed: "Dad doesn't like flowers, so you don't need to send stars."
Hearing that he kept his piggy bank, Xing Xing was even happier. The flesh on his cheeks squeezed into two balls, and he said goodbye to his father happily, and carried out the attitude of throwing away when he was finished: "Dad, I will go play with toys." gone."
"Then dad is dead, baby goodbye."
"Goodbye, Dad!"
After finishing the call, Xingxing put down his hands and proudly showed off to his mother: "Daddy Huahua will send it right away!"
"Yeah." After listening to the whole process, Cheng Huan didn't want to say anything anymore. She didn't care about her son's embarrassment, and turned around to open the refrigerator and took out the pineapple from it, ready to cook.
Jiang Mingyuan said he would arrive in half an hour, but in fact he would arrive in less than half an hour.
It was Qi Shan who came to deliver the flowers, because the speed of the flower shop was too slow, and the boss had another customer to meet, so he had to do it for him.
Holding a bouquet of flowers, he rang the doorbell, and there was a clear unison from inside, and then the security door opened before his eyes.
The one who came to open the door was a little Douding who was not very tall. He raised his head, fixed his eyes on the flowers he was holding, and was about to pick them up: "Uncle, this is what Dad gave me."
"Yes, it's for you." Qi Shan handed the flowers to him and asked about the sweet smell of food. He raised his head, nodded to Cheng Huan who came out of the kitchen, and said to her, "If there is no If there is anything else, I will go first."
"It's okay." Cheng Huan walked over, apologetic: "Children are playful, please make another trip."
"It's okay, it's okay, I just happen to have nothing to do at noon, so I'm here to run errands." Qi Shan waved his hand, saying against his will.
It's a joke, it's likely that the proprietress and the young master will live here in the future. No matter how busy he is, he has to say that it's okay. What if he seems unhappy and accidentally offends someone
After Qi Shan finished speaking, he didn't stay for long, saying that he still had something to do and left.
He walked into the elevator before Cheng Huan closed the door and looked at the bouquet of flowers in Xing Xing's hand.
This flower is also a big bunch, pink starry flowers are mixed with some baby's breath, which looks pretty.
Xing Xing hugged the bouquet that was much wider than him, and was a little strange: "Why are my Huahua different from my mother's Huahua?"
"Xingxing is called Fanxinghua, isn't it beautiful?" Cheng Huan ignored his entanglement and introduced the name of the flower to him.
Hearing that the flower inside was the same as his own name, Xing Xing fell in love with it. He put the flower on the ground, touched the petals of Fan Xing Hua with his little hand, shook his head, and continued to laugh: "This flower is more beautiful! It is better than my mother's flower. Even better!"
"Oh." Cheng Huan looked at his son on the ground with a cold face and said, "You don't have the pineapple rice at noon."
"No, Mom!"
Hearing that there was no food, Xing Xing didn't care about counting his little flowers, jumped up and rushed over to hug Cheng Huan's thigh: "Mom, I want to eat!"
Cheng Huan snorted, ignored him, and dragged his tail to the kitchen to work.
Xing Xing was really afraid that he would not be able to eat, so he became very attentive all of a sudden, said many good things, and did what he was asked to do.
After all this hard work, when he saw the meal from a half-emptied pineapple handed to him, he almost cried out of excitement.
The child took a spoon, picked a piece of pineapple and ate it into his mouth. After chewing, he sighed to her: "Mom, it's so hard to eat."
"..."
Jiang Mingyuan said that after sitting down, Cheng Huan would receive a bouquet of fresh roses every morning.
She was still shy when she received the flowers in person the next day, but when she received more flowers, she could treat them with a normal heart.
Too many flowers were sent, and the bottles at home were full. Cheng Huan didn't want to waste, so he planned to use these roses to make some rose sauce.
Cut the flowers from the branches, remove the receptacle, rinse and dry the water, add sugar and knead the juice, then bottle it and press it tightly, and seal it with honey on the top.
The finished flower sauce needs to be stored in the refrigerator for a month before it can be eaten. Cheng Huan used the roses sent these days to make a bottle of flower sauce. After making it, it will be the weekend.
For those whose children are already on vacation and who don't have to go to the store every day, there is not much difference between weekends and weekdays. However, thinking that Jiang Mingyuan will come to help them move today, Cheng Huan still got up a little earlier.
The matter of moving has been discussed in the past few days. Cheng Huan still lives downstairs, and Xing Xing has rooms both upstairs and downstairs. The little guy is not satisfied with this result and made a fuss. After whispering something, the little guy reluctantly accepted this fact.
In the late winter, when Cheng Huan woke up, the sun had just come out of the mountains, and after she finished washing, the sun seemed to have some warmth.
She washed the rice and cooked porridge, put some white fungus and lily in the porridge, and after setting the time, she made spring rolls.
The seasonings in the spring rolls need to be fried first. Cheng Huan put the fillings into the pot in batches.
"So early?" She was a little surprised. Usually, the flower shop would deliver flowers around eight or nine o'clock, and it ended up being an hour or two earlier.
She put down the spatula, washed her hands, and went to open the door without even taking off her apron.
The door opened, and there was a bouquet of roses oncoming. Cheng Huan reached out to take it, but did not receive the previous receipt for signing, but heard a pleasant bass voice: "Morning."
An exclamation of "Why is it you" was suppressed in his throat, Cheng Huan was stunned on the spot, his face was flushed, he covered half of his face with a bouquet, and lowered his eyes and said: "Why are you here so early? "
"I woke up earlier." Jiang Mingyuan glanced at her calmly, and found the embarrassment of the other party. He coughed, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and took the initiative to change the subject: "Are you making breakfast?"
"Yes." Speaking of her professional field, Cheng Huan seemed to relax a lot. She secretly sniffed the bouquet of roses, and felt that today's flowers bloomed extraordinarily beautifully, and the fragrance was even better. She pursed her lips, Put the flowers on the coffee table, turn around and pretend to be relaxed and say: "Did you not eat in the morning? Why don't you eat here."
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan naturally would not refuse, he nodded and pointed to the bedroom: "Are the stars up?"
She thought the man wanted to see her son, so she said casually, "No, you can call him up."
"No, let's wait until he wakes up." Jiang Mingyuan refused, and walked into the kitchen with Cheng Huan, saw her pick the fillings and put them on a thin cake, and asked her what she was doing.
"To make spring rolls, the fillings are already cooked, just wrap them and fry them."
The job didn't seem too difficult. Jiang Mingyuan saw that she had finished rolling one, so he asked for help.
Cheng Huan thought about it and agreed, so the man washed his hands, lifted his cuffs, and started to help make breakfast.
The spring roll fillings are placed on a plate, and two people stand on both sides, very close to each other.
Jiang Mingyuan's cuffs were rolled up, revealing his smooth forearm. His arm was very white, with slightly raised veins, full of hormones.