Chapter 44: change...

Yi Yan and her grandmother went back to the house and sat chatting for a short time. After that, the old lady Yi went upstairs and rested sleepy, and she stayed alone on the sofa to think about problems.
After a while, she picked up her mobile phone and sent Fang Shushu's WeChat message, wanting to ask her for her opinion, [Shu Shu, do you think I need to change myself for Jiang Xiche? 】
Fang Shushu sensibly returned to her: [You can change it appropriately, but don't become what you don't like. 】
Yi Yan nodded, thinking that what she said was very reasonable, and asked in her heart: [Then after you think I changed, will he fall in love with me one day? 】
Fang Shushu naturally wanted to give Yiyan confidence, righteously speaking: [Nonsense! If you think about it, you are a woman with hundreds of thousands of male fans! Wouldn't it be possible to get a Jiang Xiche? ! trust yourself! You can definitely replace the woman in his mind! 】
This sentence undoubtedly greatly increased Yi Yan's confidence and made her feel a lot more cheerful.
Yes, although Jiang Xiche likes others, his wife is her! And he said that he had never been in love, and he gave her the first kiss on the first night, indicating that he has nothing to do with the woman he likes.
She can't be pessimistic and depressed, let alone wait for death, she should try to replace the woman in his heart!
So Yi Yan decided to do something.
She squeezed her chin and pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered the ugly thing that Jin Sui disliked making dumplings yesterday.
Then she will make dumplings by herself today! Not only need to wrap willow-shaped! Also pack a better shape! What's so difficult about this! Does she know how to make clothes? Can't make dumplings yet? joke!
If she said nothing, Yi Yan ran to the kitchen and found that there were dumpling skins in the refrigerator, so she asked the nanny to help her chop up the meat for dumplings, and she started watching the instructional video.
She watched a video several times, memorized the steps, and practiced it several times against the air.
This time, because she was at grandma's house and she was alone, Yi Yan didn't feel any restraint at all. She rolled up her sleeves and started to make dumplings while watching the video.
At first, it was not very beautiful, but practice made perfect. Gradually, after she got acquainted, the dumplings became better and better, even without watching the video.
She has fully mastered the technique.
Looking at the different shapes of dumplings in the plates, Yi Yan felt a strong sense of pride in her heart, and she couldn't wait to show them to Jiang Xiche.
She thought so and did so, and immediately took a picture of dumplings and sent it to Jiang Xiche, saying: [Praise me! 】
At that time, Jiang Xiche was taking the elevator. He was surprised when he saw the pictures she sent. He even zoomed in on the pictures and watched every dumpling carefully.
Then asked: [Which one did you do? 】
Yi Yan:?
What do you mean? Do you look down on people? Yi Yan smiled angrily and threatened: [Give you two minutes to withdraw this sentence. 】
Jiang Xiche was stunned for a moment, and withdrew his words according to her words, and Yi Yan's news immediately jumped out.
[I did it all by myself! All! personally! 】
To confirm, she also sent him a picture of her hand, with dots of white powder on it.
Jiang Xiche's lips suddenly swept across an arc that was not easily noticeable, and he praised her without hesitation: [Why are you so powerful? 】
After receiving his compliments, Yi Yan was happily stepping on small steps on the spot, but forced herself to calm down, cleared her throat, and said to him: "If you want to eat, come back early."
The elevator door opened, Jiang Xiche and a few people walked out, clicked on Yi Yan's voice and put the phone to his ear to listen. Unexpectedly, the phone was turned on handsfree.
Her sweet voice spread in the quiet and empty space, clear and sweet.
"Huh?" A middle-aged man walking next to Jiang Xiche couldn't help laughing and teasing, "Mr. Jiang, is this your wife urging you to go home?"
"No." Jiang Xiche put down the phone calmly, replied "OK" to Yi Yan before putting it away, "My wife learned to make dumplings at home. Let me go back early in the evening to taste her craft."
"Mrs. Jiang is really a good wife and mother, then we will end it as soon as possible today. Don't delay your going home to eat dumplings."
"Well, that's what I meant."
When Jiang Xiche returned to Grandma Yi's house in the evening, it was time for dinner. As soon as he entered the house, he saw Yi Yan coming out of the kitchen with a plate of dumplings.
When she saw him, she couldn't hide the excitement on her face. As she went to the restaurant, she happily called him: "Jiang Xiche! Come on!"
She looked normal in this way. Jiang Xiche felt relieved, and accelerated her pace and followed her to the restaurant. Old lady Yi and Yi Zheng were already sitting at the table.
Yi Yan put the fresh dumplings on the table, eagerly picked up one of the chopsticks, put it to his mouth and blew it several times before handing it to Jiang Xiche’s mouth, and said enthusiastically: "Jiang Xiche, come on. Can you taste it?"
Jiang Xiche took a bite of the dumplings beside his mouth and tasted them slowly. The dumplings are stuffed with pork and corn. They are neither salty nor light but with a strong fragrance.
"How is it? Isn't it delicious? I made the filling myself." Yi Yan asked him expectantly, like a child waiting to be awarded a certificate.
Jiang Xiche swallowed the dumplings in his mouth, nodded, and looked at her gently, "Well, it's delicious."
"Really?!" Yi Yan's eyes suddenly flickered like stars. She stuffed the dumpling he had eaten into her mouth, chewed a few times quickly, and praised herself without humility.
"My god, what a worldly delicacy is this! I'm so awesome! Grandma, brother, you guys eat! It's so delicious!"
Mrs. Yi was teased by her and closed her mouth from ear to ear, very cooperatively, she put a bite half of the bite into her mouth, and gave her a thumbs up vaguely complimented her before she even started chewing: "Well! Not bad, not bad! Me! Granddaughter is really good at anything!"
"That's it!" Yi Yan smudged her hair, and then urged Jiang Xiche on the side, "You go wash your hands and eat. See you have to go to work for the New Year, I will reward you with a dish of dumplings that I made myself."
"Okay." Jiang Xiche turned around obediently, and his mood suddenly improved a lot. He still liked such a lively, cheerful and unrestrained Yi Yan.
After he washed his hands and came over, he realized that Yi Yan's words of rewarding him with a dish of dumplings were true, and she really installed a dish for him alone.
He has a low appetite. In order to finish the plate of dumplings that Yi Yan gave him, he deliberately ate her dumplings and vegetables without eating rice.
Yi Yan was very satisfied with this, which gave her a lot of confidence.
After dinner, Jiang Xiche didn't go out again, and watched TV and chat with Yi Yan and Yi Zheng together. It was not until 9:30 that the old lady was about to rest, and the couple returned to the room.
Yi Yan took a shower first. When she took a bath, Jiang Xiche carefully observed her room for the first time.
The room size is small, and the decoration style is in line with Yiyan's character, not single but not messy. There are large and small plush dolls in the corners, posters and photos of Qiao Zhou on the walls, and many photos of herself, from small to large.
It's as small as her mother holding her eating a lollipop, to the size of her college graduation photo holding flowers and wearing a bachelor hat.
His gaze floated on the scattered photos for a while, and finally froze on one of her wearing high school uniforms, white shirt, pleated skirt, ponytail, and youthful smile on her youthful face.
He thought, if one day Yi Yan also fell in love with him, he would go back to middle school with her, walk the campus with her, and realize his fantasy at that time. Then go to the university she has studied together to see where she has lived for several years.
And while Jiang Xiche was going to take a bath, Yi Yan downloaded a software dedicated to sharing food tutorials on her mobile phone. It was very versatile and practical. She just watched a few videos and couldn't wait to do it herself.
Not long after, Jiang Xiche came out from the shower.
As soon as he sat on the bed, Yi Yan was glued to his back, and he walked around in front of him with the mobile phone in both hands, and said happily, "Jiang Xiche, please check if there is anything you want to eat in these videos. I will give it to him tomorrow. you do."
"...You?" Jiang Xiche was flattered, looking down at the dazzling dishes on her mobile phone interface, "Aren't you good at cooking?"
"There are tutorials on this. What materials are needed and the steps are clearly written. I plan to follow them."
"Why do you suddenly want to learn how to cook?"
"I want to add one more skill to enhance my charm." Yi Yan said half-truth, not flushing and heartbeat, "Anyway, I haven't started work, and some have time. And I promised your mother to help her take care of it. Yours, I have to do what I say, right?"
"Do you really want to learn?" Jiang Xiche asked, afraid that she forced herself to learn because of his mother.
"Really! Why lie to you!" Yi Yan sighed and shook his body impatiently, "I really want to be a woman who can go to the kitchen or the kitchen! You hurry up and choose what you want to eat. ."
"Okay." Jiang Xiche wrote this letter. He agreed with her in his heart to learn how to cook. After all, it was an extra survival skill.
He took her mobile phone and looked at the video above. Considering that she is a beginner, he deliberately chose two dishes with a simple production process, so as not to wear down her enthusiasm and confidence.
After adding the two dishes to his favorites, Yi Yan let go of his mobile phone, and squeezed Jiang Xiche's shoulders for an unprecedented time, and said with a sweet smile: "It's hard work, let me relax your muscles."
"???"
Jiang Xiche felt strange about this, and changed the direction to sit without letting her pinch, and looked at her with searching eyes, "Why are you so attentive all of a sudden?"
"Squeezing your shoulders and back is called diligence?" Yi Yan curled his lips speechlessly, and quickly squeezed his shoulders again, and lied solemnly, "I just want to be nice to you. I chatted with my grandma today. I think the more I treat you badly."
"...You didn't treat me wrong."
"Oh, you just have to enjoy it." Yi Yan didn't want to find any other excuses, and ran behind him pretending to be impatient.
Jiang Xiche didn't stop her anymore, just wondering why she suddenly changed so much in one day, and it didn't look like she had been stimulated badly.
Since Yi Yan often squeezes her grandma's shoulders and backs, she is very skilled in this aspect and her strength is well controlled.
The comfort she brought made Jiang Xiche, who was thinking about the problem, gradually let go of his thoughts and closed his eyes to enjoy the rare treatment.
However, this comfort did not last long. Yi Yan suddenly felt bad when he beat his back. After hesitating for a while, she secretly smiled and quickly pinched his waist.
A feeling of sourness struck, Jiang Xiche straightened his back involuntarily, and swiftly responded, grabbing her evil hand, and reprimanded, "Don't make trouble, it's uncomfortable."
"Jiang Xiche, you are afraid of itching?" Yiyan laughed, not planning to let him go, her hand was confined, so she scratched with her toe.
Unexpectedly, in the next instant, Jiang Xiche turned to his side and held her arms. After a while, she was led by him and pressed on the bed, with his hands pressed on top of his head.
His handsome face was close at hand, and he looked at her without anger, his brows were raised slightly, and he said, "Aren't you afraid of itching?"
Yi Yan had no sense of crisis, raised an eyebrow at him triumphantly, and said braggingly: "I've never been ticklish since I was a kid. If you don't believe me, you scratch it."
"Okay." Jiang Xiche's mouth was in a trance and a smile faded, he let go of a hand that was holding her wrist, and instead imprisoned them with one hand.
And the hand where he was free went down purposefully.
"!!!"
Yi Yan's expression changed drastically in an instant, and a stormy sea was set off in his heart, his smile disappeared in a second, and the roots of his ears became red.
She unconsciously tightened her legs, and said in a shy tone: "Bad son, I didn't mean that..."
The other party didn't respond, just stared at her coquettish and charming face silently, and continued his shameless behavior.
Within a short time, Yi Yan's body softened into a puddle of water, her eyes narrowed, her body twisted, and her chest undulated more and more.
But he did not forget to warn him: "Jiang Xiche, stop! Otherwise I will be angry!"
It's a pity that her voice sounded delicate at this time, with no deterrent effect at all, and judging from her reaction, she didn't really mean to stop people.
Jiang Xiche not only didn't listen, but was even more presumptuous, but still looked at her calmly, not like a person doing bad things at all.
After a while, Yi Yan couldn't help but scream, Jiang Xiche succeeded, and finally lowered his head to kiss her slightly opened lips, and his slender fingers boldly invaded her secret base.
Yiyan suddenly went crazy.
But she couldn't refuse him at all, and surrendered for a second.
Behind, he galloped on her, Yi Yan's eyes swayed on his wet face at the corner of his forehead.
She thought of his love for others again, and she couldn't help secretly cringing.
She slowly raised a hand to his left chest, and asked lightly, "Jiang Xiche, who are you thinking about here at the moment."
She was really afraid that when he did this kind of thing with her, he thought of the person he liked and thought of her as someone else.
"No one thought about it."
Jiang Xiche's voice was panting, his slightly stretched face turned red, his shining eyes fixed on her face, and he paused for a while and said: "I know very well that the person I am pressing is you, Yi Yan ."