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Chapter 93 Mom, you have 2 sons now.

Every winter solstice season of the Meng family, the dumplings will be filled with many different fillings. Meng’s mother likes to eat three delicacies, Meng’s father likes to eat cabbage and pork, Meng Qinshi likes to eat tomato eggs, as for Qin Jin——

Mother Meng didn't ask, but she learned from Meng Qinshi that he likes to eat shrimp and corn.So this year, she added an extra portion of shrimp to the stuffing, and she didn't know if Qin Jin would be used to it.

The dumplings were boiled in the pot and put on different plates. Meng Mu and Meng Qinshi each put two plates on the table, together with the fried cabbage and the stewed fish soup, the dinner table tonight became extraordinarily rich.

Meng's father hasn't had a drink for a long time, and the family is strictly controlled. During the holidays, Meng's mother puts away the wine brought by others. Occasionally, when he sees that he is in good spirits, he will give him a drink; he looks like a child. Gluttonous like candy, every time he watched Meng Mu pouring wine for him, he silently muttered to pour more and pour more.

Meng Mu had to give him a blank look and give him a brain break before he would stop.

But today is different, Qin Jin brought the wine today, Mother Meng didn't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face, so she should give him an extra sip.While thinking about it, Father Meng triumphantly took the bottle of wine and placed it on the table in the dining room, not forgetting to take out the goblets from the wine cabinet and wash them off.

"Yo? Quite self-conscious?" Mother Meng raised her eyebrows, with a playful smile in her tone, while pouring vinegar into the dish, she winked at Meng Qin.

Meng Qinshi immediately understood: "Old Meng! How much do you want to drink today?"

"Ah? Hahahaha, isn't this..." Father Meng immediately smiled when he heard it, and at the end of the laugh he scratched his head in embarrassment, with a naive look: "This is not today's winter solstice, this wine It was brought by Xiao Jin again, how can we not drink more?"

"Oh—drink more?" Meng Qin replied, and took the wine glass in front of Meng's father with a smile, took the red wine Qin Jin opened, and poured it into the glass while Meng's father watched anxiously. Small half cup.

Father Meng's expression changed from anticipation to disappointment a little bit, he twitched the corner of his mouth a little stiffly, shook the red wine glass, looked at Meng Qin quite dissatisfied, and said, "Just... so little Son?"

"Isn't that enough?" Meng Qinshi poured half a glass for himself, and half for Qin Jin, and then poured some wine for her after asking Meng's mother's opinion, and by the way answered Meng Father's question: "Old man, the doctor said last time that the best physical condition for you is to not drink at all, so you must not be able to do it, right? So, out of humanitarianism, we I'll give you a drink, that's what it means."

"How can this be mean?" Meng's father frowned dissatisfiedly: "You guys...you are simply tricking children!"

"No, there's nothing, come, come, let's eat, try today's dumplings." Meng Qinshi joked and made a few more dumplings for Meng's father, trying to divert the other's attention: "Old Meng, look at today's dumplings." The dumplings are filled with leather and filled, so they look delicious!"

Father Meng muttered something dissatisfied, but no one could hear him clearly. He lowered his head and looked aggrieved like a child. Qin Jin couldn't help laughing.

Others may not have noticed, but Meng Qinshi, who sat next to him and watched his movements all the time, would definitely notice; he looked back at Qin Jin, and quietly put a shrimp and corn into his bowl dumplings.

Qin Jin raised his eyes to look at him, and when his eyes met, Meng Qin smiled lightly, and said in a low voice, "Eat more, I made it for you."

"Oh..." Qin Jin responded, and looked up at Mother Meng by the way.

The other party seemed to sense his gaze, raised his head to look at him, and responded with a smile: "Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good when it's cold."

"Okay." Qin Jin responded softly, picked up a dumpling and bit a small opening gracefully.

He never told Mother Meng what kind of food he likes to eat, but it is clearly made for him, which he does not dislike. The last time he ate dumplings was a winter ten years ago, when Meng Qin woke up in the morning and looked at the desk calendar , Said that today is the winter solstice, so I have to make dumplings.

"Qin Jin, what kind of stuffing do you like to eat?" Meng Qinshi asked him standing at the kitchen door wearing an apron.

"Will you?" Qin Jin expressed deep doubts about his ability.

Meng Qinshi patted his chest: "It must! My craftsmanship! Don't worry! My grandma taught me this!"

Qin Jin was dubious: "Then...shrimp and corn."

In fact, Qin Jin didn't have much obsession with dumplings, and he didn't usually eat much, so he didn't have much hope. He casually said something that wasn't too annoying, then turned and went into the room to continue studying.

There was a burst of movement in the kitchen, and those who didn't know it thought Meng Qinshi was raiding the house; after a while, it became quiet, Qin Jin took off his earphones, and walked lightly into the kitchen.

It was okay not to go in, but once he entered, he was stunned by the scene inside.

It was as if Meng Qinshi had thrown himself into a pile of flour and rolled.It was covered all over, and there were several traces of flour on the face, like a kitten whose face was dirty because of mischief.

"What are you doing?" Qin Jin frowned and looked at him.

"I..." Meng Qinshi wiped the flour on his face with his hand, and hurriedly explained: "I'm kneading dough, that's what my grandma does. Mix flour and water, and then It's alright."

Qin Jin looked at the pile of sticky but still shapeless gnocchi on the stove, and gently twitched the corner of his mouth: "You—how much flour and water did you add?"

"I don't know." Meng Qinshi still had an innocent face, probably because of the flour, his eyes were extraordinarily dark and bright: "Isn't this just adding noodles when there is too much water, and adding water when there is too much flour?"

What kind of fairy theory is this? According to him, a hundred catties of flour is not enough for him to make dough.

Qin Jin complained silently in his heart, stretched out his hand and wiped the flour on Meng Qinshi's cheeks, probably because it had dried and formed and couldn't be wiped off, so he dragged him to the bathroom, wet a towel and gave him a Wipe off your face little by little.

"Did you know that there are ready-made dumpling wrappers in the supermarket?" Qin Jin's voice was very soft, and the warm and fresh breath rushed towards Meng Qinshi's face.

The boy's clean and handsome face was flushed because of this, and the beating of his heart became faster and faster under the touch of his fingertips.The light in the bathroom fell on Qin Jin's face, and the crow-like thick eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on the lower eyelid.

"I know." Meng Qinshi replied softly, "But I just want to make everything from the dumpling wrappers to the dumpling fillings for you, not by others."

So, under Meng Qinshi's stubborn insistence that day, they didn't eat this meal of shrimp and corn dumplings until after eleven o'clock at night, and then cleaned up the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Since then, Qin Jin has almost had a psychological shadow on dumplings. Since then, when he went to London, the probability of eating dumplings is almost zero.

After the meal, Meng's father was still brooding over his drank less wine.Meng Qinshi sat there with him and reasoned. Now Meng's father is like a child, and sometimes he insists on being coaxed by his son and daughter.

Qin Jin was in the kitchen helping Meng's mother clean up the dining table, washing dishes and cleaning. Looking at the back of Meng's mother, he suddenly felt that this scene was a bit familiar; ten years ago, he was also in the kitchen. Mother Meng, thinking about how to leave.

At that time, he was apprehensive and guilty.

After all, Qin Jin and Meng Qinshi were still two underage children at that time, and they might not be able to take responsibility for everything they did, nor could they be completely independent and prove to everyone that they could live a good life.

But now it is different, now he and Meng Qinshi have grown up, and they are no longer the kid who was only full of passion and impulsiveness; he left just to be able to become a better version of himself, to become the one who is more The self who is qualified to stand in front of Meng Qinshi.

While cleaning the bowls that Meng Mu had washed for the first time, Qin Jin glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, trying to find an opportunity to talk.

"We've also thought about it for a long time..." Mother Meng spoke first, she wiped the oil stains on the plate, and said slowly, "Should I ask you to come back for dinner?"

Qin Jin paused for a while, then quickly threw himself into the work of washing dishes, trying to cover up his panic.

"It's been so many years..." Mother Meng stood up straight and let out a long sigh. There seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes. She reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes, choked for a while and continued: Over the years, we and his sister have introduced countless partners to him, not afraid of your jokes, all of them are beautiful and smart girls, but he doesn't like them, not one of them."

"Auntie..." Qin Jin's voice was a little hoarse, and there was still a hint of alcohol in his chest. After some kind of emotional fermentation, it gradually turned into a faint sourness.He didn't talk much in the first place, and even more so now.

He didn't even know what to say in his next sentence, or that it would be best for him not to say anything.

Mother Meng waved at him, and continued after a pause: "I was expecting him to get better, but when something happened to you and he ran to you without looking back, I knew , He can't change it, he can't change it. I know it in my heart, and so does his father. "

No one could make Meng Qinshi do this, and the couple completely understood at that moment.

The so-called knowing son is more like a mother, Meng Qinshi's attitude towards Qin Jin and others, even if other people can't see it, how can she, as a mother, not see it?

She has cried, made trouble, and been strong, but in the end it was just a waste of so many years.

Qin Jin looked down at Mother Meng, and his eyes turned red. He choked up for a while, just like when he left ten years ago, he stretched out his hand and gently hugged this mother-like person who had taken care of him for many years into his arms. .

It's just that the last time was full of sourness and reluctance, but this time it was full of peace of mind and tenderness.

Qin Jin spoke slowly, with a very soft voice: "Mom, you have two sons now."