After Shan Sinuan finished chatting with Miaomiao, she tossed and turned on the bed, undecided whether she should confess to him tomorrow. Once he rejected her, how could he be friends in the future? Even if they would still be friends, they would be rejected by one man after another.
Twice, she doesn’t want to lose face, right?
"It would be great if he liked me." Shan Sinuan turned sideways to look at the rain outside the window and murmured melancholy.
She looked at the time and did not sleep. When the time reached 0:00, she sent him a birthday greeting and transferred a 666 red envelope.
Su Jincheng didn't sleep either. He leaned on the bedside and stared out the window blankly. The heavy rain poured down and hit the glass, making him recall every birthday in the past.
Suddenly, the WeChat notification sounded, and he glanced at the clock on the wall, knowing in his heart that it was his sister who had sent a birthday greeting. He put his thoughts back and picked up the phone with a smile on his face. When he saw Shan Sinuan's name,
His heart moved, and when he saw the 666 sent by her, he felt even more unspeakable.
To be honest, everything Shan Sinuan did and paid for him was seen in his eyes and moved in his heart. She was a good girl, and he couldn't make her sad. He still had Yatong in his heart, and he couldn't pretend to be someone else now.
He doesn't want to watch her sink deeper and deeper into him.
Happy birthday, Jincheng! I wish you don’t have to go to the sea, but the spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom; you don’t have to be homeless, you can still find companionship; you don’t have to stay through the night, just wait until good night. Inscription: Si Nuan.
Su Jincheng replied to her: Sinuan, thank you for your birthday wishes, I accepted them. I will not accept the red envelope.
Shan Sinuan looked at the message he sent and then the previous transfer, feeling a little disappointed. She didn't want it, so she couldn't shamelessly let them keep taking it, so she had to give it up.
I closed my eyes and went to sleep, thinking to myself, if he is like this, do I need to confess my love tomorrow? I feel like I am humiliating myself.
The night passed quickly. Shan Sinuan felt groggy and didn't sleep well. After getting up, she went to Zhuang Xiaomeng's room as usual.
But today, when she opened the door and looked, she saw no one on the bed. She was stunned, and then went to the bathroom to look for it, and then went to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Zhuang Xiaomeng was working hard to roll out noodles. His sleeves were slightly rolled up, his injured foot touched the ground, and he put all his strength on his good foot.
"Auntie, why are you up?" Shan Sinuan walked over hurriedly, "You haven't recovered yet, how can you have the strength to roll out the noodles? Give it to me." After she finished speaking, she went to get the rolling pin.
Zhuang Xiaomeng did not let go, rolling out the noodles again and again, saying: "I'm fine, my body can handle it, this little illness won't bother me."
"I thought when you said you were cooking noodles for Jincheng, you were just cooking noodles." Shan Sinuan looked at her worriedly, fearing that she would hurt her foot and that her cold would worsen.
Zhuang Xiaomeng stopped, took a sip of hot water, and said: "Boiled noodles are not called longevity noodles. These hand-rolled noodles are the authentic ones. After a while, I will lay two poached eggs. Good things come in pairs. After eating noodles, Jincheng will be happy every year."
Don't worry, I have to roll this with my own hands."
Shan Sinuan said: "Auntie, you are so attentive."
"There is no intention, I owe him all these things." Zhuang Xiaomeng sighed, "I will try my best to make up for him."
"By the way, I slightly modified the menu last night, take a look." Zhuang Xiaomeng said to her, "I suddenly remembered that his aunt told me that Jincheng loved fried food when he was a child. I
Added a fried eggplant box and fried crispy pork."
"Okay, we also have these ingredients at home. If he wants to eat them, just add them." Shan Sinuan looked at it again and said with a smile: "Auntie, this menu is all Jincheng's favorite food. What do you think about him?
I know the taste quite well.”
"Qiqi told me before, and I have kept it in mind." Zhuang Xiaomeng said while rolling out the noodles: "I, now I just want to make up for it a little bit."
Shan Sinuan looked at all Zhuang Xiaomeng had done and couldn't tell whether Jincheng should forgive her. As she said, she owed Jincheng all this.
After rolling out the noodles, put them under the pot and add the eggs. After more than ten minutes, the hot egg noodles will be out of the pot.
"I'll call Jincheng." Shan Sinuan said excitedly.
Zhuang Xiaomeng wiped his hands and said, "Sinuan, when I get back to the room, you can call him again. Don't say it was me who did it."
"Okay, I'll help you back." Shan Sinuan obediently helped her back to the room.
"Auntie, you haven't recovered from your cold yet. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Zhuang Xiaomeng said with some surprise: "Si Nuan, tell me these two days, I have been lying in bed with a fever and groaning in discomfort. But today, look at me, after rolling out the noodles, nothing happened. Do you think it's strange? I
I just took my temperature this morning and it was 37.9, which is still a bit high, but I feel much better than yesterday."
Shan Sinuan smiled and said, "Look at you, it is the power of mother's love that is supporting you. You only want to roll out noodles for Jincheng, and all the pain and discomfort are forgotten."
"Well, you're right, it should look like this." Zhuang Xiaomeng said: "Go and get him up to eat quickly, otherwise the noodles will be lumpy after being left out for a long time."
"Okay, I'll call him right away."
After Zhuang Xiaomeng saw Shan Sinuan leave the room, she stretched out her hand to rub her sore ankle. It was not easy yet. She had stood for such a long time and exerted too much force on her body. Now her ankle could no longer bear it. She quickly took the external medicine.
Apply medicine to the affected area.
Shan Sinuan knocked on the door of Su Jincheng's room and asked softly: "Jincheng, are you up?"
"Oh, I'm up." Su Jincheng responded as he sat up from the bed and saw Shan Sinuan come in.
"Get up and eat. The noodles I made for you this morning included two poached eggs." Shan Sinuan smiled happily and added: "Happy birthday!"
"Thank you." Su Jincheng smiled lightly.
Shan Sinuan picked up the temperature gun and took a test on him. It was 37 degrees and the fever had gone down. "Look, you are the longevity guy today. The virus doesn't dare to mess with you. The fever has gone away. Let's eat later."
Noodles will be ready in the morning."
"I'd like to lend you some good words." Su Jincheng looked at her with a crooked smile, and one could tell that she was sincerely happy for him.
Su Jincheng went to the restaurant, and Shan Sinuan brought the noodles to him and said, "Try it and see how it tastes. It's hand-rolled noodles."
"Did you roll it?" He picked up a chopstick and asked in surprise.
Shan Sinuan hesitated for a moment and said vaguely: "Just eat it, no matter who makes it the same."
"Then it wasn't made by you?" Su Jincheng asked again. Seeing Shan Sinuan's embarrassed look, he said, "There's nothing I can't say. I've also eaten the food she cooked. A bowl of noodles, no matter what it looks like in her eyes."
It doesn’t have any special meaning, but in my opinion, this is just an ordinary bowl of noodles that can fill the stomach.”