He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an was wearing a dark gray woolen sweater with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was washing the vegetables and his movements didn't look very skillful, but he was serious and inexplicably attractive.

Mu Mian put down the story book in his hand, walked to the kitchen, leaned on the glazed table, and looked at him: "Is there anything I can help?"

Tang Ji'an carefully broke the greens into slices, washed the soil contaminated on it, and glanced at her: "You can go back to the hall and sit down."

Mu Mian smiled and looked at him: "There is something that I think is very strange."

"what?"

He took out two eggs, the oil in the pan steamed slightly, he beat the eggs in, and dropped a bit of broken eggshells in.

Well, the movements are really unskilled.

"It stands to reason that a family like yours has a nanny since childhood. It should be the one who doesn't touch the sun and spring water. Why would you still do these things?"

Tang Ji'an took it for granted: "I learned it for you."

Mu Mian was surprised: "Huh? Is it... for me?"

Tang Ji'an looked at her: "Because you messed up the food for me the first time, and although I don’t do it on weekdays, I often see Aunt Zhou or Aunt Lin doing it, so I don’t need it. Learn it naturally."

Mu Mian touched his neck: "You are saying that I am stupid in a disguised form."

After all, she has seen her mother cook for more than ten years, and she hasn't made much cooking skills.

Tang Ji'an smiled: "It's okay. You didn't come to Tang's house to cook for me. We have a nanny and a nanny with good cooking skills. You don't have to do anything."

Mu Mian was moved: "I think you are really different from those in your family."

Tang Ji'an glanced at her: "You mean my aunt and them?"

Mu Mian nodded seriously.

Tang Ji'an gave a light cough, "Actually, I am the same as them in many ways."

He just is different in front of Mu Mian.

She mistakenly thought he was a sheep, but she didn't know that he showed fierce fangs in front of others.

Mu Mian didn't really understand what he said. After all, the Tang Ji'an she saw, although duplicity, most of the time was very gentle and considerate, without class consciousness, and waited for others equally.

Tang Ji'an touched her head: "Okay, I'm going down, you can go to the restaurant and sit down, you will be ready soon."

Mu Mian stroked his waist: "I will serve you the bowl together in a while."

Outside the window was a willow tree that had fallen out of its leaves. As soon as the pot cover inside the window was opened, the hot steam immediately filled the entire kitchen. Mu Mian's eyes were crooked with a smile, which was particularly beautiful.

The sun is very warm. Tang Ji'an hopes that this time will pass a little bit slower, and then a little bit slower, it would be nice to be able to save this warm time.

They bask in the sun, eat noodles together, read story books together, and watch TV together.

Time flies quickly, and when dusk comes, Song Ran personally comes to lead people.

She looked at her reluctant second brother and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be melancholy, if there is any need, I will take her out in two days."

Her second brother fell in love, and the changes were really not small.

Xiao Mianmian can do it.

Tang Ji'an put them in the car: "Don't be bumpy, she will be discharged from the hospital soon."

In the dusk, their car gradually left the Sinan Mansion.

Song Ran tried his best to send her back to the hospital and sent her to the ward, without revealing any flaws, Mu Guohui felt more at ease with her.