Over the years, Yu Wanfeng's birthday has not been celebrated in any special way. In the past, her parents didn't get along well, and they never had dinner parties. Her father didn't have any intention of buying gifts, so he would only give her a large sum of money and let her buy things casually.
Her mother is caring. She will knit sweaters for her and cook delicious food for her.
In the past, the aunt at home would prepare cakes, but after the fall of the Yu family, no one prepared cakes for her.
So for birthday, Yu Wanfeng's deepest impression is mother's sweater and a lot of money from father.
This year Wang Xiu still gave her a sweater, dark red, fluffy, very warm.
Yu Wanfeng put on the sweater early in the morning, skipping downstairs, very happy.
In the early hours of last night, some classmates and friends sent her birthday wishes, and Yu Wanfeng chatted with them cheerfully.
It's just that I haven't received Zhong Chumian's blessing yet.
She began to harbor small expectations.
I wonder what Zhong Chumian will say?
After thinking about it for a while, she felt that Zhong Chumian would probably say, "Xiaowan, happy birthday."
Well, there is a high probability that this is the case.
In this way, Yu Wanfeng lowered her expectations.
As soon as he went downstairs, he heard noises in the kitchen. Yu Wanfeng thought it was Shen Huaijin, went in and saw Zhong Chumian.
She was taken aback: "Zhong Chumian? Why do you" Zhong Chumian turned around to look at her before he finished speaking, and smiled: "Are you up? Let's eat noodles."
Yu Wanfeng was startled again.
Zhong Chumian boiled a bowl of egg noodles and brought it to her in the living room. The steam rose and floated like in her eyes.
She raised a smiling face: "How do you cook noodles for me?"
Zhong Chumian sat down opposite her, and replied, "Shouldn't birthdays be eaten with longevity noodles?"
Oh, I cooked noodles for her birthday.
Yu Wanfeng was so sweet to the bottom of her heart that she took two bites with chopsticks and was almost burned.
Zhong Chumian frowned: "Don't worry, no one will grab you."
"oh."
Of course Yu Wanfeng knew that no one would rob her, but she wanted to taste it quickly.
Still maintain the standard, very delicious.
Perhaps it was because she was reluctant to finish the bowl of noodles. Yu Wanfeng ate the bowl of noodles very slowly. Halfway through, she suddenly realized something. Zhong Chumian cooked a bowl of noodles for her, without even saying "Happy Birthday".
But this bowl of noodles made her happier than those few words.
When Shen Huaijin went downstairs to cook breakfast, she saw the two of them nestled in the living room, and clicked twice: "It's early in the morning, I'm full."
She didn't bother the two of them, and went into the kitchen by herself, and found that porridge had been cooked in the small saucepan.
Did Zhong Chumian cook it? Shen Huaijin clicked his tongue again and started to make some pickles. After it is fully closed, buns and steamed buns are really impossible to buy, so you can only make them yourself. But they usually don't make pasta, and they don't prepare yeast powder or baking powder.
Yesterday, Er Wangxiu tried to make some pasta without yeast powder, and the taste was indescribable.
The noodles I hoarded before can last at most a week. I am afraid that by then, I will even have to make the noodles myself.
Otherwise, just drink porridge every day.
In the collective purchasing group, Shen Huaijin saw many residents submitting some inexplicable purchasing needs all day long, such as sauerkraut made by an old lady in the country, evenly sliced ??pork belly, round fragrant rice from Thailand, hot pot seasoning from Haidilao
After being tossed a few times, the community volunteers explained in the group that due to limited manpower and limited supplies in supermarkets, they can only provide basic necessities. As soon as these words came out, many people in the group chased and scolded them. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com