The two had dinner in the restaurant outside at noon. Meng Jianwan didn't listen to Song Yu's words and drove home directly.

The weather was cold, and looking at the gloomy sky that was almost pressed down, it seemed like it was snowing again. Song Yu held Meng Jianwan's hand into the house. The two of them stood in the entrance hall. He helped her take off the scarf and gloves and put them in, and asked curiously: "What are you busy with recently? I see what stadium you run to every day."

Meng Jianwan paused, as if he had forgotten that he could see his position. She took off her down jacket and hung it on the hanger, bent down and pulled off the boots on her feet, pulled the slippers, and talked casually: "Just play, what else can I do?"

Song Yu didn't ask in detail, rubbed her hair and whispered: "You don't need to interfere in the wedding, just leave it to me to prepare. At that time, you only need to be a beautiful bride. I will definitely make you the most beautiful bride in the world."

Meng Jianwan was still stunned, so he lowered his head and smiled, going upstairs to handle the work.

Song Yu not only has to prepare for wedding-related matters, but also has to take into account the company's affairs. He has been raising him at home some time ago, and many important matters are temporarily managed by Song Xiaozheng. Now that he has recovered, there is no reason to shirk it.

Meng Jianwan went into the room and poured a cup of hot water, leaned against the cabinet and drank it in big mouthfuls. Liang Rushui's voice came from his ear, with a smile: "I just heard Xiaoyu say what the wedding meant?" She probably guessed it, but she was not sure.

Meng Jianwan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that her family didn't know about this. She pursed her lips and said straightforwardly: "Song Yu and I are going to hold a wedding, which is scheduled for early next year. We have not yet chosen the specific day."

Liang Rushui was stunned. After a moment, his eyes were bright and his tone was full of surprise: "Really?!"

"……real."

Meng Jianwan scratched his head. Why are everyone so excited when they heard this news? Is it so interesting to hold a wedding? She began to wonder if there was something wrong with the wedding process she knew. It was obviously very cumbersome and troublesome?

Two old ladies, Lin Chunhua and Cai Xixiang, looked at me, and I looked at you, and were equally happy. Lin Chunhua acted more obviously than Cai Xixiang, and patted her thighs and said excitedly: "It's finally time to hold a wedding! Wanwan, you don't know, your aunts and mother-in-law in the village always called me to ask when the wedding will be held, and they all said they would attend!"

Meng Jianwan grinned, remembering something that happened a long time ago without warning.

When Song Yu chased her to her hometown in the countryside, she bragged in front of a group of aunts and mother-in-law, saying that during the wedding, they would be chartered to pick them up and take them to the city for a meal.

Meng Jianwan looked at him leaning against the door frame, saying that he was daydreaming and even wanted to beat him up. Thinking of today, she really regretted that she was talking too much.

Reality tells her that some words are left to the next day to slap in the face.

Lin Chunhua took out his smartphone from the pocket of the cotton jacket, stretched out his index finger and clicked on it: "I want to call to notify your aunt next door and ask her to prepare in advance. I will notify her first, so no one else needs to notify her. She is a famous loudspeaker in the village!"

Meng Jianwan held his forehead and sat on the sofa watching her flip through the phone book. He quickly reached out to stop him: "The wedding will be held next year, so there is no need to notify so early."

"That's right." Lin Chunhua smiled, "I'm so excited. It's not too late for me to notify them after the date is set. But how do they come here?"

Meng Jianwan: "You don't have to worry about this."

Liang Rushui quickly agreed: "Yes, let Xiaoyu find a way to pick them up at that time. Don't worry about this. Just make a list of guests to be invited there in advance."

Lin Chunhua was relieved, held Meng Jianwan's hand and patted it, smiling with relief, the wrinkles on his face became a little deeper.

Meng Jianwan secretly said that the old man really paid attention to these forms. He was a legal couple after getting the certificate, but in their eyes, it seemed that only after holding the wedding was held.

Meng Jianwan just thought it was to make them happy, how could he perform with Song Yu?

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It was less than ten days before Song Yu's birthday, Meng Jianwan remembered to learn how to make longevity noodles. He couldn't rely on on-the-spot performance on his birthday, so he had to practice in advance.

While Aunt Du was making afternoon tea for everyone in the kitchen, Meng Jianwan tied up his long hair and rubbed it into the kitchen. His eyes swept across the things on the control table and waited with his waist on his back.

Aunt Du is making pastries. There is an old man at home. She makes soft pastries. When she notices Meng Jianwan's figure, she smiled and said, "It's just done and hasn't been sent to the oven yet. Come over later." She pointed to one of the pastries pinched on the iron plate, "There is the red bean cake you like to eat."

"No, I'm not..." Meng Jianwan closed his eyes and simply took it aside, "Aunt Du, please ask me to cook."

Aunt Du's hand shook, and a dough that was being held in her hand fell on the rig, and it fell flat. She blinked and looked at Meng Jianwan in shock: "Ah?"

"Don't teach me how to cook too complicated dishes, just make noodles. It's not ordinary noodles, but longevity noodles." Meng Jianwan said, "Or write me a detailed process and I'll do it myself." She was too lazy to search for tutorials online, so she might as well ask a ready-made chef.

Aunt Du didn't understand at first, but later she heard her say "Longevity Noodles". When she thought that Song Yu's birthday was coming soon, she suddenly understood her intention. The smile on her face was filled with a bit of ambiguity.

"Okay, I'll teach you when I finish my work." She picked up the dough and rolled it to the rounds, and the smile on her lips could not stop. "Actually, the process of cooking noodles is not difficult at all. If it is longevity noodles, it will be different. Only hand-made ones are delicious. In the past, it was said that there could only be one noodles in a bowl of noodles, and it cannot be broken in the middle, which means longevity. There is not so much attention now, but it also needs to be made by hand to appear both sincere and dedicated."

Meng Jianwan leaned against the flowing table and couldn't imagine how he rolled the noodles himself. He always felt that it would make a mess. She couldn't do it just by rubbing the dough. She has been very good at playing with mud since she was a child.

Aunt Du put all the prepared pastries into the baking tray, put them into the oven, set the temperature and time, turned around and said to Meng Jianwan, "Will we start learning now?"

Meng Jianwan retreated a little, but when she thought of her words, Meng Jianwan was not dismissed when she walked around the world. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "Come on!"

Aunt Du: “…”

For some reason, I felt that her momentum was like drawing a sword to fight with someone for a duel and making noodles, so there was no need to do this.

Aunt Du put the flour left over from the pastry on the flowing table. She first taught Meng Jianwan to knead the noodles: "When adding water, you should add it a little bit, stir it with chopsticks, and stir it into a floc. The dough needed to roll the noodles should be harder, otherwise it will be unhealthy in the pot... Hey, you have too much water... you have put too much water!"

Aunt Du couldn't even stop calling, and she watched Meng Jianwan pour a large bowl of water in, and her expression was a little desperate.

Meng Jianwan held the empty bowl and looked at the obviously sticky surface with a little helplessness, and closed her eyes. She looked at her hands and recalled that she felt that her hands were out of control.

Aunt Du reluctantly calmed down and could only add a few bowls of flour to try to remedy it, saying, "Adding so much flour is not the amount of noodles, it is estimated that three bowls can be made."

Meng Jianwan said "ah" and nodded: "I'll pay attention next time, pay attention next time..."

"Continue to stir with chopsticks, and you can almost start kneading the dough." Aunt Du is a very good teacher, very patient and generally does not get started in person, but will let the "students" understand each detailed step clearly and avoid mistakes.

More than ten minutes passed, Aunt Du pinched the dough and felt it was OK: "It takes about twenty minutes to cover it with plastic wrap in the basin."

After Meng Jianwan did as he did, he breathed a long sigh of relief and finally could rest for a while. She stepped aside and set an alarm for her phone.

Aunt Du took advantage of her spare time to take a look at the situation in the oven. A sweet fragrance wafted in the air. Meng Jianwan looked over and saw that the pastries inside had turned from ordinary dough into pieces of exquisite food through the transparent glass of the oven. She probably wouldn't learn it in her life.

After waiting for a while, the oven dinged, Aunt Du took out the baking tray with gloves, brushed one of the pastries with a layer of egg yolk liquid, and sent it to the oven again.

Meng Jianwan sniffed the fragrance and felt very satisfied.

Aunt Du put a few other plates of pastries into a small bamboo basket, and put a layer of light yellow oil paper inside. One beautifully shaped pastries lie inside, which is very pleasing to the eye.

"Try it quickly." Aunt Du gave it to Meng Jianwan first.

Meng Jianwan was not polite and grabbed a piece of red bean cake. It was still hot when it was released. On such a cold winter day, it was sweet to the heart. She sighed inwardly that it would be a pity if she didn't open a store. She gave Aunt Du a thumbs up.

"I've brought it to the living room. If you want to eat, go and get it." Aunt Du smiled and walked towards the living room. Suddenly he thought of something, he stopped. "Song Yu is working upstairs, I'll install a little bit alone, you can take it for him." He was in the study, and it was not good for her to go in and disturb him.

This Sunday, Song Yu went to the company for a short meeting in the morning and stayed at home in the afternoon to deal with some trivial matters. After lunch, he went upstairs and spent the rest of his time in the study.

Meng Jianwan was chewing crispy and soft pastries in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Don't give it to him, he doesn't like to eat these sweet foods."

"Song Yu is prone to hunger when he is busy with work. There are not too sweet pancakes here. If you ask him to eat two pieces of cushion, dinner may be a little later." Aunt Du handed her a small plate, which contained only three or four pieces of unsweet pastries. It is four o'clock in the afternoon. My family will definitely not be hungry so quickly after eating pastries, and dinner time must be delayed.

Meng Jianwan had no choice but to go upstairs with a plate of pastries.

She never knocked on the door when she entered the study, and she pushed her hand in. Unexpectedly, what she saw was not the scene of Song Yu sitting behind the desk looking down at the documents, but...

Song Yu was wearing loose home clothes and laying a layer of yoga mat on the floor. He was doing push-ups, one after another, faster and faster, accompanied by deep and shallow breathing sounds.

Meng Jianwan stood at the door, a little confused about what he was playing.

Song Yu was so involved that she didn't even notice her pushing the door in. It was not until Meng Jianwan put the plate on the desk and made a sound that he stopped and sat on the mat to look up at her.

Meng Jianwan sat around the back of the desk, put his elbow on the table and looked at him with his chin, and raised his eyebrows: "Why have you stopped? Keep going?"

"Why are you here?" Song Yu stood up with a mat, raised his hand and pushed the glasses that were sliding onto the bridge of his nose up. The eyes behind the lens were pitch black and vivid.

Meng Jianwan raised his chin and signaled to the things on the table: "Aunt Du asked me to deliver food to you, she thought you were working." She paused and knocked on the table with a funny look, "What are you doing if you don't work?"

Song Yu stood opposite the table, supported his hands on the table, leaned towards her, bent his lips and smiled: "I've finished the work, exercise my body according to the doctor's requirements."

Meng Jianwan's eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds, and he laughed: "Hey, Song Yu, are you feeling very sad because you don't have abdominal muscles?"

Song Yu looked at her face through the lenses. She smiled flamboyantly, her eyebrows and eyes were bright, her eyes were light, and the curve of the corners of her mouth was so beautiful.

Just when Meng Jianwan thought Song Yu would make a few quibbling words, he nodded calmly and calmly: "It's a little sad, but it doesn't matter, I'll get back soon." His legs have almost recovered. After a while, he will go to the gym to exercise. Before the wedding, he will definitely return to his previous figure.

Meng Jianwan nodded, sat around the boss's chair and praised him for his ambition.

She stood up and said, "Practice slowly, I'll go down first." There was still her dough in the kitchen, and if she didn't go there, she would be finished.

As soon as she walked around the desk, Song Yu reached out to stop her, pinched her slender waist with both hands, and easily lifted her up to the desk with her hands on both sides.

Meng Jianwan was shocked for a moment and quickly returned to his normal expression. Since he was injured and hospitalized and was inconvenient, he had never hugged her. He suddenly lifted her up and she couldn't adapt. He stared at him in a daze: "What nerves are you scaring me."

I don’t know how long Song Yu had been exercising in the study. The ends of his forehead were wet with sweat, drooping on his black eyebrows, looking at her with deep eyes, curling his lips and chuckling.

Before Meng Jianwan could ask him what he was laughing at, Song Yu quickly lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The less gentle kissing method forced Meng Jianwan to shrink back and retreat with his neck. The next second, his palm grabbed the back of her head and took the person into his arms. She was forced to bear the surging waves.

After a long time, the person downstairs said something and made a burst of laughter. Meng Jianwan reached out and pushed him away. She breathed rapidly, her chest was vibrating, and her brain was blank like an oxygen-deficient. With the buzzing sound, there was a heartbeat of two people in her ears, and she couldn't tell who was more intense.

"It's broad daylight, why are you crazy?!" Meng Jianwan wiped his lower lips, which hurt a little. He raised his head and glared at him angrily, trying to beat him.

Song Yu tilted his head, kissed her cheek, moved forward, and whispered in her ear: "It's not possible during the day, will it be crazy tonight? Wanwan..."

Meng Jianwan avoided sideways, and Song Yu chased and kissed her unyieldingly, making her angry and annoyed. Her hand accidentally touched the edge of the plate. She had an idea and grabbed a piece of cake and stuffed it into his restless mouth.

She jumped off the table, her legs a little weak, and she hurriedly held the edge of the table, and stood firmly without making a joke in front of him.

Song Yu was stuffed with pastries, and looked at her helplessly: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Meng Jianwan: "What the hell is it?"

Song Yu bit off half of the pastry in one bite, pinched the remaining half of the piece, and clearly repeated the five words: "Can you flip the brand?"

It has been days since he removed the plaster, and she didn't allow him to touch it. He was very depressed.

Meng Jianwan raised his legs and was about to walk out. Song Yu followed him. Before she was about to walk out of the study, she raised her hand to support the door panel, lowered her head to look at him, and continued to be shameless: "Meng Jianwan, how long has it been since I served in bed? Can I still maintain my position as a noble person if this continues?"

Meng Jianwan almost couldn't help laughing out loud. She held it with her strong patience and cursed that she was sick.

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Xiao Ba: Not sick~

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There is only a little bit of the rest, and it can be counted down. The next update should be the first update~~
Chapter completed!