The first thing Zhang Jingkang did after getting in the car was to look left and right in the car, smelling from the front and behind, as if he wanted to use his eyes and nose to look for anything or smells that were not suitable for children.
"What's wrong?"
Eleven looked at his strange behavior in confusion.
Zhang Jingkang didn't smell any strange smell, so he was a little relieved. He sat upright, fastened his seat belt, started the car and asked: "That brat, where did I take you last night?"
His tone was serious like a feudal patriarch.
Eleven answered honestly: "We went to the countryside to build a snowman, and then slept in the car."
Zhang Jingkang secretly cursed, "You're crazy. It's so sick to take my sister to build a snowman in such a cold weather."
After scolding him, he felt something was wrong. Wen Lingran was not his sister anymore. Why should he be so worried about an outsider?
Although he was thinking so in his heart, he was very honest and concerned: "He didn't do anything untoward to you, right?"
Well, although she is not his sister, he has heard the girl call her brother for a while. He actually likes this sister who is not related by blood, so it would be nice to think of her as a adopted sister.
Zhang Jingkang found a reasonable excuse in his heart for his lack of integrity. It's okay for me to care about whether my adopted sister is being bullied by men.
"No."
Eleven lied without batting an eye, secretly thinking that her kiss with Jiang Teng was not something inappropriate.
Zhang Jingkang snorted: "That kid has a sense of proportion."
Eleven heard that Zhang Jingkang was caring about her, and she smiled and asked, "Brother, aren't we going home?"
After entering the city, Zhang Jingkang did not drive the car in the direction of the military compound, but he didn't know where he was going.
Zhang Jingkang was stunned for a moment when she called her brother, and then he blushed a little and said: "I asked the security guard at home to tell your parents that I took you out for breakfast. Now of course you have to eat breakfast before going back.
Otherwise, you will be hungry when you go back."
He yelled, the smile on his lips getting deeper.
She knew what was wrong with Zhang Jingkang. Without knowing that she was not his sister, he could naturally care about her, protect her, and listen to her call him brother.
Now that I know the truth, I will inevitably feel awkward.
But she really likes the Zhang family. Whether it is Zhang Jingkang or the Zhang family's parents, she likes them from the bottom of her heart and wants to treat them as family. She just doesn't know what the Zhang family's parents will do after they learn that she is not their daughter.
She will call her parents.
Thinking that the Zhang family's parents might be disappointed because she was not their daughter, Shiyi's head hung down, like a little quail, which was very endearing.
Zhang Jingkang, a big boss who had never been very attentive, miraculously understood Eleven's depressed mood and the reason why he was depressed. He couldn't bear to see her like this, so he used his free hand to touch her head, trying to calm her down.
My voice sounds gentler.
"If you are willing, I will always be your brother, and my parents will always be your parents."
He remembered that in Dean Wen's file, in the family column, Wen Lingran no longer had any relatives. She had lost the warmth of family since she was a child, and was cruelly trained to become a killer. Now she has lost her memory. There is really no one like her.
Even more pitiful girl.
"Mom and dad...are they still willing to let me be their daughter?"
Eleven is happy and nervous at the same time.
"willing."
Zhang Jingkang answered her on behalf of her parents: "They like you. Even if you are not Yaoyao, they will still like you. How can they not want to have another daughter?"
A flash of light flashed in Eleven's anxious eyes, which made Zhang Jingkang's eyes sore.
These eyes and this face all looked like her sister's. Facing Eleven's sincerity, he couldn't believe that his sister was who Jiang Teng said she was.
But emotions belong to emotions, and reason belongs to reason. He still followed Jiang Teng's instructions and made arrangements, compiled a network, and waited for his sister to appear.
If his sister had been hating his father all these years and had been plotting a plan to overthrow the Zhang family, as Jiang Teng said, then he hoped Yaoyao would never show up.
He didn't want to catch his sister with his own hands, and he didn't want his father to face a choice again.
Zhang Jingkang took Eleven to a time-honored breakfast shop. The business of this shop is booming every day, 365 days a year, even on New Year's Eve. However, they arrived by chance, as they had just left.
There was a group of people, and there happened to be a lot of empty seats to sit on.
Eleven's mouth watered just from the smell. I ordered their signature breakfast. When I ate, I wanted to swallow it. I felt like I had never eaten such delicious shredded chicken and tofu.
She drank two bowls of tofu in a row and ate other breakfasts. In the end, her stomach was full, and she was still burping when she got back to the car.
"Your taste is not the same as Yaoyao's, but the fact that you like to eat tofu is very similar.
When I was a child, every time I brought her over to eat, she would drink two bowls of tofu, and she would pack a portion for lunch when she left."
Zhang Jingkang recalled what happened when he was a child, and his heart hurt as if he had been stung by a bee.
It was almost ten o'clock when the car drove back to Zhang's house. The brother and sister were scolded as soon as they entered the house. Of course, eleven was the favored one, and only Zhang Jingkang was scolded.
"On New Year's Eve, you take Yaoyao out for breakfast. Don't you know that there is a reunion dinner on the 30th day?"
Lin Shuhui scolded her son with a straight face.
"Mom, don't scold my brother, it's me who wants to eat tofu."
Eleven quickly took the blame for Zhang Jingkang.
Lin Shuhui was stunned for a moment, then became excited: "Yao Yao, do you still remember that tofu noodle shop that you liked to eat when you were a child?"
"Brother said that I liked to eat it when I was a child, so I wanted to try it. Mom, don't be angry."
Eleven ways to please.
"Okay, okay, mom is not angry, Yaoyao can eat if she likes."
How could Lin Shuhui be willing to be angry with her daughter?
Zhang Jingkang: ...even if his status is not as good as his biological sister, now even his unrelated sister has a higher status than him.
"Okay, okay, don't you want to make dumplings for Yaoyao yourself? It's already ten o'clock. If you don't make them, we won't be able to eat dumplings in time at noon."
Zhang Shaoying came over, rolled up his sleeves and planned to help.
In the north, dumplings are eaten at noon on New Year's Eve, and the reunion dinner is held in the evening. As Lin Shuhui said just now, she was just worried that the brother and sister would go out early on New Year's Eve, in case something unexpected happened and it would be unlucky.
Shiyi had not seen anyone making dumplings yet, so he went directly to the kitchen. The servants at home were all on holiday, so only two or three were left to cook and clean. By now, the servants had already filled the dumplings with meat and vegetables.
It's all minced and chopped, and it's time for Lin Shuhui to mix the stuffing herself.
Lin Shuhui quickly prepared the dumpling fillings. The servants had already mixed the noodles. She didn't need any help from the servants, so she sent them all out. She and Zhang Shaoying made dumplings for their daughter by themselves.
Eleven also sat aside, took out his mobile phone and took a few photos, opened WeChat and sent a message to Moments.
Making dumplings on New Year's Eve.
The picture is in a nine-square grid, and no one is photographed. The pictures are all about dumpling fillings, dumpling wrappers, and rolling pins.