then quietly ate their steaks.During that time, Shen Yian would occasionally glance at WeChat, hoping Xu Manman would reply to her message.Song Lin replied casually, "What's up"Shen Yian hesitated for..."Mom." Shen Yi'an awkwardly interrupted Mo Auntie's praise and changed the subject, "Besides not liking noodles, is there anything else Mr. Song dislikes"

After a pause of ten seconds or so, Mo Auntie fell silent. Shen Yian thought the signal was bad.

"Mom Mom Can you hear me"

"Song Lin told you he doesn't like noodles He... said it himself You actually heard it from him" Aunt Mo sounded shocked.

"Hmm. Mom, is there something wrong" Shen Yian asked puzzledly.

When Song Lin was a child, his school had an activity where students made a bowl of longevity noodles for their parents. It happened to be his father's birthday, so he clumsily made a bowl of noodles. As a result, his father smashed it and said some very hurtful things. Song Lin didn't dislike the taste of noodles, but he disliked the meaning behind them. Anyway, he hasn't eaten noodles since then.

Auntie Mo, as she spoke, became overcome with emotion.

Shen Yi'an stood before the dazzling rows of shelves, but his eyes seemed to have lost their color.

She couldn't imagine Song Lin's disappointment as a child.

But when she delivered noodles to Song Lin, he didn't show any reaction at all, which was considered giving her face.

"Mom, I understand."

“Sorry, I just remembered something from the past. Actually, Song Lin really likes eating the wontons I make, but because I’m not good at it, they always fall apart. But he eats them all every time. Actually, I know he does that because he doesn't want me to be sad. Yi An, please take good care of Song Lin. He's not as difficult to get along with as you think. Don't dislike him just because he's cold, okay”

Aunt Mo seems to be worried that Shen Yian will be deceived by Song Lin's appearance and break up.

"Mom, don't worry."

Shen Yian pushed his cart toward the other food area.

"Okay, I won't disturb you while you're at the supermarket." Aunt Mo didn't say anything more.

"Well, goodbye."

Shen Yian hung up the phone, bought some wonton wrappers and went to pay.

......

Back at the apartment, the house was dark. Song Lin hadn't returned yet.

Shen Yian categorized the food and put it into the refrigerator, then left some meat and vegetables to start grinding the filling.

Considering that she was also busy with her work and often worked overtime, Song Lin decided to make more dumplings that could be stored. When she wanted to eat them, she just needed to boil them out.

After working hard for more than an hour, she wrapped over eighty wontons. The remaining filling was just enough to wrap twenty or so smaller wontons, which she would give to Song Lin as a night snack.

After placing the dumplings in a storage box and putting them in the refrigerator, Shen Yian stretched languidly and glanced at the time.

I didn't realize it was almost eleven o'clock.

She hesitated for a moment, then took out her phone and sent a message to Song Lin.

When will you be back

Song Lin didn't reply.

Shen Yi'an looked at the small wontons on the table. He couldn't make them now, otherwise, when Song Lin came back, they would be mushy.

She could only sit on the sofa and open her laptop, remembering Ian that Mrs. Li had mentioned many times.

She was a little curious, so she started searching for the name Ian online.

After digging deeper, Shen Yian couldn't help but become more and more curious about this name, and more and more interested.

There have been several reports about him abroad, but there is not a single photo of him.

It's just that he became famous at a young age, but he is very low-key. People also say his background is very mysterious, so mysterious that it can't be investigated at all.

Shen Yian stared at the report, lost in thought. Who on earth could be so capable

At that moment, the door opened and Song Lin walked in. Seeing Shen Yian hadn't gone to sleep, he was slightly taken aback.

"Aren't you asleep yet"

It's already half past eleven.

"Didn't you say you were coming back for dinner" Shen Yian closed his computer and quickly got up, "Go wash your hands, I'll make some wontons for you."

"Little wontons" Song Lin hesitated.

"That's right, it's so late already, and you've just recovered from your illness. Noodles are easier to digest, otherwise your stomach might feel uncomfortable tomorrow. By the way, do you mind dumplings"gaze sweeping over Shen Yian with displeasure."Let's not mention this again. Don't you think we're embarrassing enough already Shen Yian signed the contract, it's like he atoned for his mistake, but t...