Qingmei is no match for the sky. Why are you crying when I leave?

Wen Ya changed into slippers and came to the kitchen, looking at this fat, thin, juicy and tender brine pig hand, in disbelief.

When did my brother, who never knew how to cook, learn to cook?

She looked inspectively at Wen Hao, who was smiling at her, her voice was a little nasal, and it was very good:

"You want to eat sister to make it for you, how expensive is it to buy this in a restaurant, and the money you got for you in the morning is gone, right?"

"Sister, I made it myself, it didn't cost much."

"Really? Why don't I believe it?

"The cooking pot hasn't been washed yet, and I didn't make it." Your brother's cooking skills are now comparable to those of a five-star restaurant chef, how about a quick taste?

Wen Hao put his hands on Wen Ya's shoulders and forcibly turned her to the marinated pig hand, together with her still doubtful eyes.

Wen Ya picked up the chopsticks and brushed the hanging hair behind her ears with one hand, revealing her snow-white ears and the beautiful contours of her side face.

Elegant skin fair, goose egg face, long black straight hair tied into a ponytail.

A pair of flaxen short sleeves and a pair of light blue jeans look clean, simple and elegant.

The overall temperament is gentle, but it is not offensive.

A combined version of the big sister next door and the royal sister Gao Leng.

There is a star temperament.

The elegant chopsticks caught the pig's hand, the gravy flowed out through the chopsticks, and the Q bounce was mouthwatering.

She took a piece, dipped in the spicy sauce, and took a bite, and the mouthful of meat, marinade, spicy, and sauce flavor were intertwined.

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue suddenly danced, like ballet dancing in classical music.

The more delicious the taste, the more unbelievable Wen Ya is, this is what Wen Hao did:

"It's so bad, you really made it?"

Wen Hao's praise method is most familiar to Wen Hao.

It seems that the taste is indeed extraordinary, she is a master cook.

Wen Hao enjoyed his sister's praise, and pushed his sister's shoulders out of the kitchen:

"Sister, you go wash your hands quickly, I'll serve the meal, today is a special day."

Wen Ya thought for a moment and said to herself: "Special day? The Mid-Autumn Festival hasn't arrived yet? "

How is the silly brother weird today, it won't be because Zhong Yu'er can't think about it, make her the last meal, right?

The closer you are, the easier it is to think of things in a bad light.

Thinking like this, Wen Ya did not wipe her hands and came to the dining table after washing.

The meals have been served, two vegetarian dishes, a marinated pork hand, and a crucian carp soup.

Wen Ya cautiously probed and asked

: "Hao Hao, you and Zhong Yuer..."

Wen Hao handed the chopsticks to Wen Ya, and said lightly:

"Women can have it at any time, but youth is only once, and I won't be stupid for her again."

"Yes, this is my brother! Zhong Yuer's child has a lot of eyes, and he will definitely bully you together in the future. Saying that, Wen Ya thought of something: "By the way, her road idiocy is quite serious, if it weren't for her sister just now, she would have taken the wrong car." Looking

at Wen Hao's change, Wen Ya's hanging heart relaxed.

In the past, Wen Hao was confused by Zhong Yuer, and he completely lost himself.

She looked distressed, anxious, and helpless, the more anxious she was, the more annoying Zhong Yuer was.

Between the two of them talking, Wen Hao took out a plate-sized cake from the kitchen, opened it under Wen Ya's puzzled eyes, and lit a candle.

"Happy birthday, sister! I forgot my birthday again! Hearing

Wen Hao's blessing, Wen Ya remembered that today was her birthday.

Seven years after her parents died, no one remembered her birthday, not even herself.

She is a girl in her 20s, how can she not like these rituals in life.

My brother really grew up, gave her his birthday for the first time in so many years, cooked for her for the first time....

Make a wish, blow out candles, cut cakes... Gentle eye sockets moist.

Wen Hao wanted his sister to make her wish to be a singer, but she thought that she didn't have enough money in her hands now, and her sister would definitely not agree.

He didn't mention it, he gave Wen Ya a dish, and changed the topic to the matter of her unit:

"Sister, I heard that three deputy directors in your factory compete for the position of workshop director?"

"Well, the other two deputy directors are veterans, and my sister is under a lot of pressure, so it is estimated that there is little hope."

"Sister, just do your job, don't fight with them, in the end the director's position will definitely be yours."

"You can't fight for it, and you can't fight it." Elegant and puzzled.

Wen Hao explained: "Sister, you think, they fight back and forth, they will definitely use all kinds of means, you don't fight, first of all, they won't harm you."

After a pause, he continued: "Secondly, the boss sees that the two of them are fighting for positions, and you work steadily, the boss will feel that you are more reliable, after all, the boss wants someone who is an official."

After listening to Wen Hao's analysis, Wen Ya Mao suddenly opened up, how could the younger brother in front of him suddenly have such an accurate grasp of people.

This is not the experience that a high school student should have!

In his previous life, Wen Ya was framed by those two deputy directors, lost his job, and became angry and sick.

Since Wen Hao has been reborn, he must change the trajectory of his sister's life and no longer let his sister leave him so early.

Wen Hao filled Wen Ya and his cup with drinks and toasted:

"Sister, Director Wen, happy birthday." When the pajamas in your factory go wrong, that's when you become the director. When the time comes, I will give you another big gift. Wen

Ya looked at her brother's eyes more and more confused, how could this batch of pajamas go wrong?

But what my brother said was the same as it was true....

......

Zhong Yuer looked absent-minded, and she didn't have the heart to eat.

One hand supports his face and thinks cranky.

The decoration of her home is much more luxurious than that of Wen Hao's house, with an open kitchen, European style, and her own piano room.

"What's wrong, Yu'er, isn't the food my mother cooking delicious?"

Zhong Yuer's mother is a dance teacher, and she has been in a good family since she was a child, a person in her forties, who looks to be in her 20s, tall and well-proportioned.

Zhong Yuer inherited her genes.

"Nope." Zhong Yuer came back to her senses, even if it was not delicious, she did not dare to say it, compared with Wen Hao's sister's cooking skills, it was far worse.

Zhong Yuer glanced at the latest Motorola mobile phone on the dinner table, Sister Wen Ya must have told Wen Hao about her taking the wrong car when she went back, didn't that guy feel guilty in his heart?

Don't you know how to send her a message and ask?

Zhong Yuer's mother looked at her daughter's absent-minded appearance and said worriedly:

"Is there a conflict with your classmates?" Or is it awkward to mess with Wen Hao?

Seen through by her mother, Zhong Yuer was a little weak-hearted, and subconsciously refuted:

"No, I have nothing to do with him in the future."

Zhong Yuer's mother smiled, knowing that she had guessed correctly.

If it wasn't awkward with Wen Hao, how could her daughter care about mentioning Wen Hao?

In fact, she still likes Wen Hao's child, but her daughter still has to converge in the college entrance examination immediately.

"In fact, my mother thinks that Wen Hao's child is very good, you can talk about it, but don't affect your studies." Although Wen Hao is poor, but that kid is good to you, your father didn't have money back then, I didn't choose him too, you see how good your dad is now.

The child couldn't stand his parents saying these things the most, Zhong Yuer's cheeks were red, and the food in his mouth almost didn't spit out:

"Mom, what did you say, Wen Hao and I are good friends."

Zhong Yuer's mother took an unhurried sip of rib soup:

"Mom is from here, and I am afraid that you will make a detour, and I am afraid that you will make a detour when choosing a man, just like your father..." Listening

to her mother's words, Zhong Yuer's mind was full of Wen Hao.

This nasty guy must have liked her.

When she went to school in the afternoon, she would stop him at the door and ask him clearly!

......

Outside! Outside! Outside!

Senior Wen Hao's quote: When a person does not reply to your messages, he thinks of you when something happens, and your emotions are not taken care of, just let it go. Looking for traces of love for you in the other person's indifference will only allow the other person to find a reason not to love you.