"Axiao, what's wrong?" Bai Peihan asked in confusion, feeling more and more that his behavior today was a bit strange.
He still didn't speak, just held her tightly. He greedily smelled the fragrance of her hair, rubbed her delicate and soft neck, and then thought of her as another person.
The man far up in the sky.
Bai Peihan felt the man's fragility at this moment. She didn't push him away, but stretched out her arms and gently hugged his waist.
She knew that he needed her at this time.
No, maybe what he needs is another her.
After five hours of flight, Wen Tong finally arrived in Country Y. Ling Shaohui had already made arrangements here, and they soon drove to Bai Peihan's residence in Country Y, a small farm.
The scenery and climate here are very pleasant. Driving in it feels like wandering in a painting. Wen Tong's depressed mood gradually improved. She even thought about whether she could consider living here when she gets old.
Ling Shaohui took good care of her along the way and was explaining the history of Country Y to her.
Wen Tong listened carefully and felt that time flew by quickly.
Bai Peihan's house is also very unique. It is made of rocks of various colors. The exterior walls are covered with ivy, and only the white windows are exposed among the layers.
Ling Shaohui took the initiative to carry her luggage, and after entering the room, he introduced to her the structure of the room and the origins of various furnishings. Wen Tong remembered them all in her heart.
Now, she must complete a role change. She is not Wen Tong, she is Bai Peihan. Therefore, no matter the way she speaks or behaves, she must try to imitate Bai Peihan.
I heard that Bai Peihan's uncle Bai Mingzhi was a soldier and had keen insight, so when facing him, we should not take it lightly.
Ling Shaohui rolled out a wheelchair and said sheepishly: "I'm sorry to offend you. Because of Peipei's physical condition, she basically doesn't need to walk on her feet."
Wen Tong didn't think there was anything wrong. When she was injured and hospitalized, she sat on this thing a lot.
Seeing that she could control the wheelchair easily, Ling Shaohui showed admiration, "I can't even get used to sitting on this thing."
"Practice makes perfect." Wen Tong wheeled her wheelchair to the kitchen. After running around for so long, she was a little hungry.
She turned around and asked Ling Shaohui with a smile, "Want to eat?"
His stomach rumbled in a helpless way, and he rubbed his nose sheepishly, "A little."
"Then wait a moment and let me see what's in the kitchen."
Wen Tong stood up and walked into the kitchen.
She rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator, and because they had been away from home for so long, she only found an unopened bag of flour and some frozen shrimp.
She thawed the shrimps in a thermos, washed them, put them on the chopping board, removed the heads and tails, removed the intestines, and soaked them in water.
Here, she mixed the flour with water to form a dough, and rolled it into thin noodles with a rolling pin.
Add oil to the pot, add chopped green onions, and washed shrimps. Stir-fry and add water. When the water boils, throw the noodles in.
Half an hour later, two bowls of hot shrimp noodles came out of the oven.
Ling Shaohui looked at it and moved his fingers.
He joked: "I just saw you busy in the kitchen. It was a bit scary, as if Peipei suddenly became alive and kicking."
He paused and said, "You don't mind me saying this, I don't mean anything else."
"It doesn't matter. In fact, I am also very curious about Miss Bai and have wanted to meet her for a long time." Wen Tong handed the chopsticks over and said, "Eat."
"Well, it smells pretty good."
Ling Shaohui took the chopsticks with an exaggerated expression on his face, "Wow, it's delicious."
Wen Tong smiled, lowered his eyebrows, and his eyes, which were covered with mist, were slightly moist.
She said to herself silently: Wen Tong, happy birthday! Happy birthday.
There was no birthday song, no cake, just a stranger she had just met. She took a mouthful of noodles and put it in her mouth, feeling an indescribable sourness.
Bei Chenxiao walked into the kitchen and turned around and asked Bai Peihan, "Would you like some cake?"
Bai Peihan raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You did it?"
"certainly."
"Okay, I'm really looking forward to it."
She didn't expect that Beichen Xiao could really make cakes.
I saw him put on an apron and disposable gloves, and professionally weighed flour, eggs, sugar, and cream on an electronic scale.
One of the most difficult steps in making a cake is to beat the eggs. You have to use a whisk to beat the egg whites into a creamy state, and you have to control the degree of foaming, which is not easy for novices to do.
But it was not difficult for Beichenxiao to make it. His movements were neat and crisp. In a short time, he had already prepared the cake batter, put it in the oven and set the timer.
Bai Peihan watched him busy in the kitchen in an orderly manner. His serious look was like a first-class chef. Men are most handsome when they are working, but men who cook are more attractive.
She couldn't help but marvel, "Axiao, you really can go to the hall and go to the kitchen."
Bei Chenxiao was whipping fresh cream. When he heard her words, he smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.
The fifteenth is her birthday.
She never mentioned it to him, but that time in the car, he said he would take her to Country Y on the 15th. She showed some surprises. The little guy was yelling and was about to say it, but she covered her little one.
Guy's mouth.
The eye contact between mother and son has long been imprinted in his heart. He is so smart that after a little research, he knew that it was her birthday.
She didn't like expensive gold and silver jewelry, nor did she like colorful flowers. He worried for a long time about what to give her as a birthday gift.
Until Yin Zhen came up with an idea, why not make a cake for her?
So he went to find a first-class pastry chef and learned how to make cakes.
Although he has a strong mind and great skills, such a delicate job as making cakes is really not for a grown man like him.
After breaking the basin several times and ruining several baskets of eggs, he was finally able to make something that barely looked like a cake.
Beichenxiao continued to carry forward the spirit of never giving up or abandoning, and kept working hard. After several days of hard work, his cake finally came into shape.
Therefore, Bai Peihan looked at the exquisite fruit cake placed on the table with an expression of disbelief. She looked at the cake and then at the man sitting aside, as if she saw Li Kui playing with an embroidery needle.
Driven by strong curiosity, she stretched out a finger and poked the cake.
A big hand reached out and grabbed her little hand, and he said seriously: "I want to say happy birthday before eating the cake."
"No one has a birthday today." Bai Peihan found his childlike stubbornness a bit funny.
But he didn't say anything, and looked at her intently, with a hint of overbearing.
She was looked at unnaturally, so she could only say perfunctorily: "Happy birthday."
He raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, looked at the birthday cake in front of him, and said lightly, as if to someone: "Happy birthday."