Chapter 66:

Cheng Huan is tired, and for a moment wonders if he is stupid, and will discuss this problem with this little boy.
She stared at the stars for a while, and then tilted her mouth away, and then simply flung the pan: "Then ask Dad."
So Jiang Mingyuan received his son's phone call within a few minutes after receiving Cheng Huan's phone call.
He had just eaten, and was a little strange when he received the phone call, thinking that something had happened. As a result, he received a complaint from his son: "Daddy, do you dislike me!"
"How could it be?" Jiang Mingyuan was surprised, thinking who had provoked him in front of his son. The first thing he thought of was his mother, his face gloomy: "Who told you this?"
"No one said, I just know!" Xing Xing put his hand on his waist, the more he thought, "The more you send flowers to your mother, if you don't give them to me, it's because you don't like me!"
Following Cheng Huan, Jiang Mingyuan also had nothing to say to his son.
He apologized to his mother, feeling that he should not be so suspected, took a deep breath, paused, and then asked helplessly: "Does the star want flowers?"
"Yes!" He affirmed.
"Okay, wait for that baby, maybe your uncle will send the flowers after about half an hour?"
"Okay!" After getting a satisfactory result, the child was no longer angry. He put down his hand on the waist and sat back on the sofa again, shaking his little foot to confess with his father: "Daddy, I like you too."
"Dad likes stars, too."
Then he said poorly: "But I don't have money and I can't afford flowers."
"It's okay ..." Jiang Mingyuan sighed. "Dad doesn't like flowers, so stars don't need to be given."
Hearing that he saved his piggy bank, the star was even happier. The meat on his cheeks was squeezed into two balls, and he said goodbye to his father happily, and carried out the attitude of throwing it out when he was done. Now. "
"That dad is gone, goodbye baby."
"Goodbye dad!"
Ending the call, the star dropped her hand and proudly showed off to her mother: "Dad Huahua will be sent immediately!"
"Well." After listening to Cheng Huan, she didn't want to say anything anymore. She ignored her son's Tser and turned to open the refrigerator to take out the pineapple from the inside and prepare to cook.
Jiang Mingyuan said that he would be there in half an hour, but in fact he would be there in less than half an hour.
Qi Shan came to deliver flowers, because the speed of the flower shop was too slow, and the boss had a guest to see, so he could only do it for him.
Holding a bouquet of flowers, he rang the doorbell, and a crisp homophonic sound came from inside. Then the security door opened in front of him.
The door was opened by a small bean. He raised his head and stared at the flower he was holding. He reached over to pick it up: "Uncle, this is what my dad gave me."
"Yes, it's for you." Qi Shan delivered the flowers to his hand and asked about the sweet smell of food. He looked up and nodded to Cheng Huan who came out of the kitchen, and said to her, "If not, Otherwise, I will go first. "
"It's okay." Cheng Huan walked over, a little sorry: "Children are fun, you have to run again."
"It's okay, it's just that I'm okay at noon, so I'll be a errand." Qi Shan waved his hand, saying specifically against it.
It's a joke, it's very likely that the boss and the young master will live here. Even if he's busy, he has to say it's okay. What if he doesn't like to offend someone accidentally?
Qi Shan didn't stay long after speaking, and said that he had something left.
He entered the elevator and Cheng Huan closed the door and looked at the bunch of flowers in Xingxing's hand.
This flower is also a big bunch. The pink starry flowers are mixed with some starry stars and look pretty.
The star was holding the bouquet, which was much wider than him. It was strange: "Why are my flowers different from my mother's?"
"Xingxing is called Xingxinghua, isn't it pretty?" Cheng Huan ignored his tangle and introduced him to the flower's name.
Hearing that the flower inside was the same as his own name, the stars fell in love. He put the flower on the ground, dangled the petals of the star flower with a small hand, shook his small head, and continued to think: "This flower looks better! Look good! "
"Oh." Cheng Huan looked indifferently, looking at the son on the ground and said, "The pineapple rice at noon is no longer yours."
"No mother!"
Hearing that there was no food, the stars couldn't care less about his little flowers, and all of a sudden they jumped over and hugged Cheng Huan's thigh: "Mom, I want to eat!"
Cheng Huan snorted and ignored him, dragging a small tail to the kitchen to do his work.
Xingxing is really afraid that he can't eat, and he becomes extremely attentive for a while. He doesn't know how much good words, so he can do whatever he wants.
With this effort, he almost burst into tears when he saw that the half-emptied pineapple was delivered to his eyes.
The child took a spoon, picked a piece of pineapple into his mouth, and sighed after chewing: "Mom, it's hard to eat."
"..."
Jiang Mingyuan said that when he sat down, Cheng Huan could receive a bunch of fresh roses every morning.
When she received the flowers herself the next day, she was still shy. When she received too much, she could also treat it normally.
Too many flowers were sent, and the bottles at home were full. Cheng Huan didn't want to waste, so he prepared to use these roses to make some rose sauce.
The flowers were cut from the branches, removed from the torus, rinsed and dried, added sugar, kneaded and squeezed out the juice, then bottled and compressed, and sealed with honey on the top.
The prepared flower sauce needs to be stored in the refrigerator for one month before it can be eaten. Cheng Huan made a total of a bottle of flower sauce with the roses sent these days. After finishing, it was weekend.
For those whose children are on vacation and the shop does not need to go every day, there is not much difference between weekends and working days. However, thinking that Jiang Mingyuan is going to help them move today, Cheng Huan is still a little bit early.
The matter of moving has been discussed in the past few days. Cheng Huan still lives downstairs, and the stars have rooms upstairs and downstairs. The little guy is not satisfied with the result, and made a mess. Later, Jiang Mingyuan didn't know to talk to him. What whispered, the little guy reluctantly accepted the fact.
In the winter night, when Cheng Huan got up, the sun just came out of the mountain. When she finished washing, the sun seemed to have some temperature.
She washed rice and cooked porridge, put some white fungus and lily in the porridge, set the time, and then made spring rolls.
The seasonings in the spring rolls need to be fried first. Cheng Huan puts the fillings into the pot in batches, and when they are cooked and served, they hear the doorbell ring.
"So early?" She was a little weird. Usually, the flower shop only delivered flowers around eight or nine o'clock. It was an hour or two in advance.
She put down the spatula, washed her hands, and didn't even remove her apron, so she opened the door.
The door opened, and a bouquet of roses came in front of him. Cheng Huan reached out and took it. He didn't receive the documents that he used to sign, but he heard a nice bass: "Morning."
An exclamation of "how are you" was squeezed into his throat, Cheng Huanyu was on the spot, a scarlet color was visible on his face, and a half of his face was covered with a bouquet, and his eyes were down, "Why did you come so early?" "
"Wake up a little earlier." Jiang Mingyuan gave her a calm look and found the other's embarrassment. He coughed, raised his lips slightly, and actively shifted the topic: "Are you making breakfast?"
"Yes." Speaking of her professional field, Cheng Huan seemed much more relaxed. She secretly sniffed the bouquet of roses. She felt that today's flowers are particularly beautiful and the smell is better. She pursed her lips. Stand the flower on the coffee table, turn around and pretend to say easily, "Did you not eat in the morning? Or you should not eat here."
"Okay." Jiang Mingyuan wouldn't refuse, he nodded, fingers in the bedroom: "The stars aren't up."
She thought the man wanted to see his son and said casually, "No, you can just call him up."
"No, wait for him to wake up." Jiang Mingyuan refused, followed Cheng Huan into the kitchen, watched as she picked the filling on a thin piece of crust, and asked what she was doing.
"For the spring rolls, the fillings are already cooked, just wrap them and fry them."
This work didn't seem to be too difficult. Jiang Mingyuan saw that she had rolled out one and asked for help.
Cheng Huan considered and agreed, so the man washed his hands, raised his cuffs, and started helping with breakfast.
The spring roll stuffing is placed in a saucer, and two people stand on both sides, close to each other.
Jiang Mingyuan's cuff reached up, revealing his smooth forearm. His arm was very white, his blue tendons were slightly raised, and his hormones were full.