Xia Yitong put on a hat, looked at the road with her eyes down, and came out of the company building with her hands in her pockets. Her mouth was covered with white breath, and the tip of her nose suddenly became cold. She looked up at the sky and found that it was snowing.

Fang Hui took out an umbrella from her bag and spread it open to her to block her head. Xia Yitong shook her head and said with a smile: "It's rare that there are no people on the road, let's go for a while."

Today is New Year's Eve, and the people on the street are no longer as congested as before. They either purchase New Year's goods or enjoy the joy of reunion at home. Xia Yitong wore a black jacket and a black bear mask. She was covered in black, leaving two black eyes. Occasionally, she passed by passers-by, and the other party gave her a surprised look, and she bent her eyes and smiled when the passers-by returned.

This made Xia Yitong feel very good, and she almost jumped on the road.

The snow doesn't fall heavily, but snowy winters and snowy winters are different from those that don't fall snow. Snow is a symbol. Snowy elves fly freely in the air. If you reach out, it will fall lightly on your fingertips and gradually become comfortable and cool.

Xia Yitong took out her cell phone from her pocket, blocked her phone with one hand, took a picture of the snow scene in front of her, and took a lot of photos before she could barely pick out one and sent it to Lu Yinbing with satisfaction-[Is the snow in City B bigger than here?]

After sending, he quickly covered his frozen hands in his pocket.

Lu Yinbing returned a picture to her. There was a basin of mixed stuffing, leeks and shrimps, and then a chopping board, rolling pin, and a large pile of dough.

Xia Yitong bent her eyes and replied - [Make dumplings?]

Lu Yinbing—[[Groundhog Scream.gif]]

Xia Yitong asked again-[Do you know how to pack up? [Haha]]

Lu Yinbing——[You are challenging my dignity [King Kong Grizzly.jpg]]

Xia Yitong—[I just ask, it's nothing else.]

Lu Yinbing—【No!】

The exclamation mark was very firm, Xia Yitong hurriedly said--[I was wrong Teacher Lu [begging for mercy]]

Lu Yinbing didn't see the words behind her. She called Lu Yunzhang who was passing by her and handed him the phone: "Dad, record a short video for me."

Lu Yunzhang took the phone.

"I'll start, you start."

Lu Yinbing held the rolling pin in one hand, and pulled a little bit on the dough with the other hand and rolled it into a ball on the chopping board. She stopped moving. She looked down at Yuantuaner and breathed evenly: "Prepare, start."

Lu Yunzhang held down the recording button for a long time.

Ten seconds later, Lu Yunzhang let go and said, "Okay."

Lu Yinbing looked at the perfect dumpling skin in his hand, nodded, and said, "Send it directly, record another one, I still have to pack it."

Lu Yunzhang recorded another one for her and sent it, leaving a person who took a closer look at the dialog box. The name is "constant". His avatar is a landscape photo that is exactly the same as Lu Yinbing, which means a bit of a affection. Lu Yunzhang returned his phone and turned his eyes. This was a big deal. Hurry up and informed Lu's mother Liu Xinmin.

"Do you know the constant?" Lu Yunzhang pushed the door and asked.

"Constant? Who?" Liu Xinmin was trying on clothes in front of the mirror, and turned around in confusion after hearing this.

"Our daughter, I just asked me to record a short video for her and sent it to someone called Constant," Lu Yunzhang said, "When did you see your daughter being so close to which man?"

"Hey, this constant..." Liu Xinmin and Lu Yunzhang were confused, "Why haven't you heard her say it?"

Lu Yunzhang: "Do you think this constant is the reason why Shu Yao doesn't go home for the New Year this year?"

Liu Xinmin sighed as soon as she heard this.

Liang Shuyao is so old, no matter how busy she is, she goes to two places during the Chinese New Year, one is the Liang family and the other is the Lu family. I don’t know what happened this year, so I called on the New Year’s Eve that I would be walking the catwalk abroad and I can’t come back.

Liu Xinmin was shocked and asked, "You won't come back for the New Year?"

Liang Shuyao answered very naturally and smiled: "Yes, this year is really busy, and it's not the Spring Festival abroad. Aunt Min, you know. After this time, I'll go back to see you and make up for the New Year together."

"I know." Liu Xinmin said tentatively, "Yinbing is at home."

Liang Shuyao calmed down for a moment and said, "Speak to her for me and go see her when I have time."

"Okay, don't be too tired, pay attention to rest." Liu Xinmin knew it was broken after hanging up the phone. When Lu Yinbing was at home, she called Liang Shuyao and she didn't come back from thousands of miles away. Now she has been unable to do so for many years.

The cooked one, no, the son-in-law who got it is about to fly. She is not worried about Liang Shuyao. She and Lu Yunzhang have seen her feelings for so many years. Liang Shuyao thought they didn't know. She always used the deep sisterhood as a guise to deceive a three-year-old child. What she was worried about was Lu Yinbing, a daughter with a nerve that was as thick as a Dinghai Shen Needle. What if she was abducted by a little fairy?

Liang Shuyao is not going home anymore. I guess she knows the matter, it must be that constant! She is still a male fairy.

Liu Xinmin felt aching for Liang Shuyao, and she didn't even have the time to try out her clothes. She sat down and asked, "Old Lu, is there any young master in our circle called constant?"

Lu Yunzhang took his cell phone to the windowsill and called: "Don't worry, I'll ask the secretary to check it for me."

...

Xia Yitong had just finished saying something that suspected Lu Yinbing, and sent a video to the convenience. Xia Yitong clicked on it and saw that the small rolling pin turned around Lu Yinbing's palm first, and then fell down steadily. He held the dough with his fingers and quickly turned on the chopping board with the rolling pin. In the eighth second, a round dumpling skin of moderate thickness was formed. Lu Yinbing raised his fingers up, and the rolling pin drew an arc in the air again, landing steadily in his hand. His eyes were raised, and the cold was like ice and snow, with a peerless master's style.

Xia Yitong was so happy that rolling a dumpling skin was like a master's move, only Lu Yinbing could make it.

She watched it three times in a row and found that a new short video was entered behind: the rolling pin was placed aside, Lu Yinbing held up the rolled dough with one hand, skillfully scooped half a spoonful of stuffing with the other hand, and made a circle around the dumpling skin with his fingers. In the ninth second, the work was completed. He didn't have time to show off.

Xia Yitong—[It is a small person with eyes but no beads, and he is disrespectful and disrespectful.]

Lu Yinbing had just made dumplings and didn't type with his hands. He just wiped one finger and pressed the key and sent a voice message: "Everyone said that I am versatile, I have to question me, is it a slap in the face?"

Xia Yitong put the receiver on her ear, her eyebrows and eyes were bent, and she also made a voice: "Did you laugh, will you sound?"

Lu Yinbing's voice sank a little: "I'm waiting."

Waiting? What are you waiting for? Xia Yitong reacted for a second and realized the implication. She was not afraid at all anyway, and she was still looking forward to it: "Are you waiting for you to kick me?"

"I will let you kick me!" Lu Yinbing was very confident. She had a holiday for herself during this period, but she studied this technique in the room every day and recorded a thick notebook. She didn't believe it anymore. How could she be a mere bed affairs?

"Let's wait and see."

"Mr. Xia, I found that you have a tendency to go to heaven recently. Is An Zhe Monkey?"

"Is that true? I don't think so."

"I think so." Lu Yinbing spoke by her tone, holding the chopping board with her palm, leaning against the table, unable to stop laughing.

"Then think, I've expanded since I became a constant." Xia Yitong also smiled. They didn't sleep that night, and they talked until the early morning. In fact, they didn't say much in the second half of the night, just looked at each other. Occasionally, they were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change. They were in a state of slightest change.

"I'm quite inflated now, let's talk to each other." Lu Yinbing said.

"I will go back to Beijing the day after tomorrow to record a program. Are you free? Let's meet at night?"

"Look at what you said, Mr. Xia ordered that I would squeeze out the time if I didn't have time."

Xia Yitong told her a layer of goose bumps, which was colder than the snow falling on her skin: "Teacher Lu, if you say this again, I am not swelling, I am going to explode."

"Then you just fry it. It's better to fly to the sky and come here directly. I also saved a lot of air tickets," Lu Yinbing raised his eyes and found that there was a gap in the door of her mother's room. He quickly loosened his fingers, then pressed them down, and whispered back, "My parents are out, say later."

Lu Yinbing didn't mind that her parents knew about Xia Yitong's existence, but it didn't mean that she didn't mind that Lu Yunzhang and Liu Xinmin were so embarrassed to hear her and Xia Yitong's speech.

"Dad, mom." She greeted her.

Liu Xinmin was in front and Lu Yunzhang was behind. The two of them walked out with a smile on their faces, and their eyes glanced at Lu Yinbing's phone that was turning over. They seemed to have heard her speak, and they were still happy. They must be with that constant, and they were about to finish.

"Make dumplings?" Lu Yinbing asked the two of them.

"Bao." Liu Xinmin hit Lu Yunzhang's arm, and Lu Yunzhang walked over and picked up the rolling pin: "I'll roll the dough."

Liu Xinmin: "I'll go chop the stuffing."

"Chop it," Lu Yinbing looked at her strangely, pointing to the basin under his hands, "Where is this."

Liu Xinmin sighed without hesitation: "My daughter is so hardworking."

Lu Yinbing was silent for a moment and said, "...Mom, this was what you bought, an hour ago."

"Is that so? Look at my memory." Liu Xinmin laughed dryly, kicked Lu Yunzhang on the toes under the cover of the table. Lu Yunzhang said: "Yes, your mother has been forgetting about it recently. When she went back to check, the doctor said it might be Alzheimer--"

Liu Xinmin took her feet back from Lu Yunzhang's feet and continued to wink at him.

Lu Yunzhang just got kicked, endured the pain and asked, "Your mother wants to ask you, Shu Yao won't go home for the New Year this year, are you having any conflicts with you?"

Liu Xinmin secretly gave her husband a thumbs up under the table, then activated her naked eyes 1.5, and did not let go of any micro-expression on Lu Yinbing's face.

"Maybe it's busy." Lu Yinbing lowered his eyes and mixed the chopped dumpling filling with chopped chopped rice dumplings, but no flaws were found.

Lu Yunzhang: "Oh, I suddenly had an important phone call. Dad, can you borrow your phone?"

Lu Yinbing tskated, put down his chopsticks, changed into a leisurely position, leaning his back on the table. Because his hands were dirty, he could not hold his arms, so he stood on the table behind him, looking at her parents who were hiding and hiding for fear that they would not see anything.
Chapter completed!