deliberate kiss

Cheng Cunzheng, who hadn't spoken all the time, smiled knowingly, and said, "Go, come back tomorrow and have a good chat with your mother."

"Thanks Dad! I know!"

Zhou Jingwei felt Cheng Weiyue hit his back, and the next moment, he hugged him.

He was amused by her childish behavior, and he wrapped her hand in his palm dotingly.

The abbot looked at the state of the two of them, and smiled knowingly, "I won't bother you two."

When the host walked away, Cheng Weiyue tiptoed close to Zhou Jingwei's ear and asked him, "What were you talking about just now? Why are you smiling so happily?"

"It's just a boring chat." Zhou Jingwei turned around, hugged Cheng Weiyue in his arms naturally, kissed her forehead, and said, "Did you finish the phone call?"

Cheng Weiyue jumped out of his arms in fright, covered her forehead and said, "It's not good to kiss in a temple, the Buddha will see it."

"It's the New Year's Eve," Zhou Jingwei casually clasped Cheng Weiyue's waist, embracing Cheng Weiyue back without refusal, every word with a provocative little hook: "The Buddha should be able to understand."

Cheng Weiyue felt that he was sometimes a little unruly.

How do you say that word?

Sven scum.

"Zhou Jingwei, I just saw my mother making dumplings, do you want to eat dumplings?" Cheng Weiyue suddenly thought.

Zhou Jingwei touched her face and said softly, "I don't think I have time to celebrate the New Year with my uncles and aunts this year."

"I know, just now my mother said that she has received all the blessings and gifts you sent her, let me thank you for her." Cheng Weiyue paused, hugging Zhou Jingwei tighter, she said: "I mean, I'll pack it for you."

"Little Moon can make dumplings?"

Cheng Weiyue coughed to cover up her embarrassment: "I haven't packed it much, but I think it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Zhou Jingwei just looked at her with a smile.

The kitchen of Ling'an Temple has not been repaired for many years, and many places are in disrepair, and the cold air can even leak in through some broken windows.

The monk Fantou who was in charge of the cooking looked at the two people in clean clothes, frowned and said kindly: "Whatever do you two benefactors want to eat, I can help you make it, you don't have to do it yourself."

"No, I just want to do it myself." Cheng Weiyue shook her head and said firmly.

When Monk Fantou saw this, he didn't stop him, but said: "The kitchen in our temple uses wood to make fire, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me at any time."

From the beginning to the end, Zhou Jingwei just looked at Cheng Weiyue's smiling side face.

Speaking of which, even Lin Xuansu never cooked for him when he was young.

Lin Xuansu said that the dishes she made by herself were also semi-finished products prepared by the Zhou family's servants, and she only needed to stir fry them a few times.

Today's situation and scene are very rare for him.

When she started making dumplings, Cheng Weiyue said that she would not ask him to help, saying that she would do everything by herself.

He just gave up and just quietly stayed by her side.

"Strange, why does this stuffing look different from my mother's." Cheng Weiyue looked at the Chinese cabbage stuffing in front of her and fell into deep thought.

There is no meat in temples, and the most suitable thing to make dumplings in the kitchen is Chinese cabbage.

Zhou Jingwei looked at the little girl's tangled face, and said softly, "It doesn't matter if it's different, as long as it's made by Little Moon, I'll definitely eat it all."

Cheng Weiyue blushed, saying that Zhou Jingwei was getting better at making people happy.

Zhou Jingwei didn't refute, but he knew very well in his heart that he has never been a coaxing character, and the reason why he can do this is only because he loves her.

He loves Cheng Weiyue, and as time goes by, day after day, he loves her even more.

The final finished dumpling is indeed very unsightly. There are more than a dozen 'intestine-piercing' dumplings floating in the bowl. It doesn't look like dumplings anymore, it's more like stewed cabbage noodles, or stewed cabbage noodles with bad quality. .

Zhou Jingwei looked at Cheng Weiyue, who already had a listless face.

She wanted to throw the dumplings away, but her voice was muffled: "Forget it. Don't eat it."

"Why don't you eat it?" Zhou Jingwei's gold-rimmed glasses were fogged by the dumpling soup, so he took them off and put them aside, and said in a very gentle tone, "I'll try it."

Cheng Weiyue watched him pick up the spoon with apprehension, but still couldn't help saying: "Forget it."

How could it be delicious when cooked like this.

She actually knew it in her heart.

"Let me taste it first, okay?" Zhou Jingwei softened his voice and looked at Cheng Weiyue's nervous little face.

"It's not delicious, so don't force it."

"Little Moon, I've never been the type to force myself."

He was serious.

So Zhou Jingwei put a boiled dumpling into his mouth without changing his face, and said to Cheng Weiyue with a smile: "It's delicious."

After that, all the dumplings.

He ate very cleanly, not even a mouthful of soup left.

Cheng Weiyue looked at him and couldn't help but doubt herself: "Really. Is it really so delicious?"

Zhou Jingwei looked at her seriously and said, "Little Moon, it's really, really delicious. This is the best dumpling I've ever eaten."

At night, Zhou Jingwei accompanied Cheng Weiyue to set off fireworks under the snow-covered eaves.

He has quit smoking for a long time, so the lighter he used to light cigarettes is now used to light fairy sticks for his little baby.

The two of them tacitly agreed, and they both put the matter of parting tomorrow behind their heads.

Such a precious night should be happy after all.

The fine golden sparks from the fairy stick illuminated Cheng Weiyue's face, and she said in a very cute voice, "Zhou Jingwei, so beautiful."

Zhou Jingwei looked at her and said, "Very beautiful."

So the fairy sticks were lit one after another, and piled up at the feet of the two of them.

Cheng Weiyue squeezed the crackling fairy stick in her hand, and suddenly said: "Zhou Jingwei, did you read the story of the little match girl when you were young?"

It is too popular a fairy tale.

He handed Cheng Weiyue the newly lit fairy wand, and said in a low voice, "I've seen it."

"Among the little match girls, the little girl lit a match in the snow, and saw the happiest scene in her life, Zhou Jingwei." Cheng Weiyue looked at him, and placed the fireworks between the two of them, she asked Serious enough: "Are you happy when you're with me?"

"Little Moon, it's not happiness." Zhou Jingwei touched her cheek pitifully, and gently stroked her face with his fingertips. He said, "It's the happiest and happiest, because what I have is the unique one on June [-]th." moon."

Cheng Weiyue also laughed, her eyes were like crescent moons when she smiled.

She said, "Then Zhou Jingwei, let's make a wish!"

"What wish do you want to make?" Zhou Jingwei put the new fairy wand in Cheng Weiyue's hands.