Mrs. Zheng smiled and agreed, then paused and said, "Mr. seems to treat this lady a little differently."
Isn't it just different?
All his little indulgences and good temper, including the joys of his youth, were given to her, and so will the rest of his life.
Laughed in a low voice, but Shi Jian didn't answer positively, there was no emotion in her peach eyes, and she just looked peaceful in the sun.
"It's just that we've known each other for a long time."
When he said that, he paused and opened his mouth again, "Can the yam cake be made into other shapes?"
Aunt Zheng obviously disagreed with Shi Jian's answer just now, but if it's something the husband doesn't want to say, she doesn't have to force it.
Nodding her head, Mrs. Zheng went to ask him, "What shape do you want, sir?"
"Girls may like flowers a little bit."
Shi Jian thought for a while, then pursed her lips.
At this time, a bottle of condensed milk was rolled down from the kitchen stand, and the glass was a little floating due to the sun's rays. Then Mrs. Zheng heard his voice and continued, "Make it into a five-petal shape, but not round, like It¡¯s good to be slender like a sunflower.¡±
Sunflower is Shi Xiaoman's favorite flower.
I should like it.
Thinking of this, Shi Jian smiled in a low voice again, and when the smile was rendered inch by inch on the slightly cold peach blossom eyes, it seemed a bit seductive.
Aunt Zheng didn't point it out, she nodded, "That's fine, I'll try."
At this time, the three words represented everything. Shi Jian said "um", and then felt that something was missing, so she added "thank you".
Mrs. Zheng was delighted. When she smiled, the crow's feet in the corners of this middle-aged woman's eyes would be softened by this kind of smile.
"Mr. is being polite to me again, always saying thank you."
This is her job.
Shi Jian remembered that the last time she said this, she heard Mrs. Zheng's answer, and it started like this.
But this time it was obviously a little different. Aunt Zheng paused for a moment before continuing, "Sir, you are very young now, just like that boy in my family. I take care of you as my own child. There is no need Always say kind words."
The eyes of the usually cold boy were a little hot.
But he just pinched the glass bottle containing the condensed milk with his fingertips and exerted a little force, and then his habitual words were lacking, and he left the kitchen after a "hmm".
When he decided to embark on the road of his dreams, the future was unknown and dark.
Many people say that this child is too stubborn, working hard for a dream that he has no ability to realize, wasting too much youth.
Shi Jian sometimes stood in the small office of Huarui Technology that belonged only to him, and occasionally thought about it.
What would it have been like if he hadn't decided to take this path at the beginning.
It's just that many things in the world are not if.
Including the still unresolved gap between him and Professor Shi and the doctor.
Maybe they are all carefully avoiding something.
Aunt Zheng was entrusted by them to take care of his life.
During those few years when he was studying abroad, Mrs. Zheng lived in Fanghua Pavilion for a long time, with a light on.
Maybe it's nothing at all, but it's enough.
Shi Jian thought.
Then when he returned to the table, Shi Manman raised his bright face amidst the leisurely fragrance of tea, and Sui Xing's eyes were a little smiling.
"came back?"
Shi Jian also smiled, but didn't speak.
It is indeed back, including the boy from many years ago.