Chu Zhaoyang was prepared and took a bite.
Chu Zhaoyang: "..."
For himself, he didn't have to give face like this, he just got up and vomited into the trash can.
When he walked back, he drank a whole glass of water and said, "It's so salty, and you just eat it?"
Gu Nian just smiled and said nothing.
But Chu Zhaoyang knew that what she meant was that he made it, and no matter how unpalatable it was, she could still eat it.
Chu Zhaoyang was moved but didn't know what to say.
His heart swelled with the warmth of this little woman's thoughts.
However, Chu Zhaoyang quickly took the plate away: "Don't eat it."
Although Gu Nian was reluctant to part with it, it was too salty, so she didn't stop him and watched Chu Zhaoyang throw all the fried noodles into the trash can.
But in the future, Chu Zhaoyang will always have the opportunity to improve his skills, right?
Chu Zhaoyang sat down and explained: "I saw that the fried noodles in the photo were quite dark in color. I added a little soy sauce and felt that the color was different from the one in the photo, so I added a little more."
As a result, he put more and more, and finally the color in the photo was consistent, but he couldn't tell the taste.
Gu Nian: "..."
When Chu Zhaoyang cooked, did he look at recipes or photos?
Except for the fried noodles, everything else was pretty good.
The green salad and chicken sandwich both tasted great, and the scrambled eggs were no fault of their own.
The coffee was especially delicious.
Gu Nian never imagined that the person who always had a secretary in charge of making coffee in the company would actually have a good skill in making coffee.
***
The two of them got up not too early, so they finished breakfast and tidied up.
Coupled with Chu Zhaoyang's deliberate grinding, he would grab Gu Nian into his arms from time to time, rub and kiss her.
So with all this procrastination, it was almost noon.
Chu Zhaoyang then suggested that he might as well have lunch here before leaving.
However, Gu Nian quit and said, "Let's go back. Little Millet Cake is probably going to be angry at home. Besides, it's rare for it to snow today. If the snow over there at the old house is heavy enough, I can still play with Little Millet Cake."
Strictly speaking, the location of the old house was not too close to the city center. If it was a little further away, the air quality will be better.
She just didn't know if the snow over there could be piled thicker.
Chu Zhaoyang could also imagine Little Millet Cake puffing out his cheeks and pouting.
It's too vivid, Little Millet Cake was the same exactly as Gu Nian when she was angry.
So, he agreed.
The two of them packed up and were finally ready to go back to their old home.
When going out, Gu Nian stepped on the thick snow and suddenly called Chu Zhaoyang, "Wait a moment."
Chu Zhaoyang stood there, waiting curiously, wondering what idea Gu Nian had come up with.
Gu Nian took out the gloves from the bag and put them on.
Leather gloves were not very suitable for playing in the snow, but they could hold up for short periods of time.
He saw her piled on the ground, sweeping all the surrounding snow in front of him.
When Chu Zhaoyang saw it, he stepped forward to help.
"That's enough." Seeing that the snow in front of him was almost gone, Gu Nian stopped Chu Zhaoyang from continuing to clear the snow.
After a few movements, a snowman was built that was not too careless.
The snowman was not big, only half an arm high.
Gu Nian looked around, picked up two fallen branches from the bottom of the tree, and inserted them into the snowman's body as arms. Then she casually poked three holes in the snowman's head with her fingers to make the eyes and mouth.
"It rarely snows so heavily, so I have to build a snowman before leaving." Gu Nian patted the snow off her gloves.
Chu Zhaoyang saw that she really liked the environment here. If it weren't for the fact that it was a bit far from the city, it would actually be quite good to move here.
"Let's come next year." Chu Zhaoyang said with a smile, "Let's come for Christmas."
Gu Nian narrowed her eyes with a smile and nodded heavily.
Then she followed Chu Zhaoyang into the car and set off to the old house.
***
Chu Zhaoyang parked the car in front of the courtyard of the old house. The snow here was not as thick as that at the resort, and the roadside had been swept clean.
Only the hard and gray snow was piled at the base of the wall.
Gu Nian felt a little regretful. The two of them entered the courtyard and found that not much snow had been swept away.
Only the middle road was swept, leaving no frost at all. This was of course to make it easier for the two elders to walk and also to prevent the two elders from slipping here.
There were still piles of clean snow on both sides of the road. Because it has not been run over by cars and no other children come to play, the snow was much cleaner and fluffy than the waist outside.
At this time, as soon as they came in, they saw a little guy squatting aside where the snow was thickest.
He was wearing a thick down jacket, and the jeans underneath were bulging, as if he had a pair of woolen pants underneath. On her feet were a pair of furry snow boots.
He also wore a woolen hat and earmuffs on his head, and thick gloves on his hands.
The whole person was wrapped like a ball.
But as for the ball, Gu Nian could recognize it at a glance. It was his son.
Little Millet Cake was facing away from them, concentrating on making a snowman on the ground.
The snow here was not as thick as that at the resort, but if they swept it over more, less will make more.
Little Millet Cake himself was small and could not build a snowman that was too big.
So these were enough for him to have fun.
Although she had not seen him for only one night, Gu Nian felt as if it had been a long time. She was extremely happy to see her son.
Before she could walk over, she shouted at the door from a distance: "Little Millet Cake!"