The days slipped away quietly in laughter, and An Lan returned to the villa in a blink of an eye.

From her initial vigilance and fear to her joy now, she has begun to get used to this warm life.

Today, as soon as Feng Yu stepped into the door, he heard laughter from the kitchen.

The innocent silver bell laughed attracted him to get closer. He walked into the kitchen lightly and saw a quite interesting scene.

An Lan and Aunt Li stood together, and they were fiddling with their backs to him. The marble floor was covered with white powder, and even the thin powder was floating in the air.

"Aunt Li, do you think this is good-looking?" An Lan asked with excitement holding up the thing in her hand.

Aunt Li glanced at it and said, "It looks good, Aning is awesome."

An Lan smiled with her eyebrows and eyes curled when she heard this. She carefully placed the things on the plate and continued with her next goal.

"Is our Aning learning to cook?" Feng Yu's voice sounded from behind, and An Lan immediately turned around.

"Brother Yu, you are here! I'm learning to make dumplings from Aunt Li. Do you think it's good?"

An Lan excitedly held the dumplings he made and ran towards Feng Yu, but did not pay attention to what was under his feet.

After stepping on something suddenly, he screamed and rushed towards Feng Yu—

"careful!"

Feng Yu was so scared that he beat up and ran over and hugged her.

"Um..." An Lan crashed into Feng Yu's arms, groaned in pain, and the dumplings in her hand were also thrown to the ground and spread out.

"Aning, how is it? Where is it hurt? Let's take a look."

Feng Yu held her shoulders and looked at her face carefully. An Lan's nose turned red. She stretched out her hand to rub it, but found that her dumplings were missing.

"My dumplings..." An Lan screamed and lowered her head to look for the dumplings she made. After seeing the ball of things, her eyes turned red instantly.

"It's broken, this is the first time I've made a successful dumpling." An Lan felt extremely aggrieved, and tears rolled in her eyes.

"It's okay, you can eat it if the dumplings are broken." Feng Yu also squatted down, patted her back and comforted her softly, and looked at the dumplings.

The dumplings made by An Lan were very big, and the meat filling was almost squeezed out, and the mouth was sealed and pinched into a twisted shape. However, the meat filling was exposed by the drop, and the hole was opened, which was not very good-looking.

"But, it has become ugly." An Lan red eyes and pointed at the dumplings with grievance.

"In my mind, it is as cute as Aning. Aning, can you give me this dumpling?"

"Do you want to eat it?"

"Well, I think it must be the best dumpling I have ever eaten in my life." Feng Yu nodded seriously and solemnly, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Okay, don't cry, my Snow White."

"Snow White, am I?" An Lan asked with confusion, tilting her head.

"Yes, you can see it yourself." Feng Yu turned on the camera of his phone and reflected An Lan's face covered with flour. Her cute expression was very cute.

"Brother Yu is so bad, you make fun of me!" An Lan glanced at Feng Yu in anger, and glared at him with a wicked smile on his lips, "No, you must also become Prince Snow."

She said, smearing Feng Yu's face with both hands, and instantly, a few white marks appeared on his face.

He cooperated to make a strange face, which made An Lan laugh.

She took Feng Yu's hand and walked to the kitchen, saying, "Aunt Li said that the things she made were very delicious, and Brother Yu also needs to do them, so you can't be lazy."

"Aunt Li's cooking skills are of course good, but Aning's first time cooking, can he eat what he cooks?"

An Lan heard Feng Yu teasing him, and immediately widened his eyes and said angrily: "Brother Yu actually dares to underestimate me! Humph, Brother Yu must finish all the things I made tonight, and there is no left at all."

Feng Yu pretended to wail, covered his eyes with his hands, and said, "I was wrong, Aning spared me."

"I'm going to punish Brother Yu..."

The dinner was finished in a happy atmosphere. Feng Yu didn't eat the dumpling, and he was still reluctant to eat it.

After the meal, I took it back to the study and packed it in a transparent box.

Looking at the ugly dumplings, all the thoughts came to An Lan’s innocent smile, and the corners of his mouth were raised unconsciously.

This kind of life is something he has never lived before, but it is full of warmth and joy, and he enjoys this atmosphere very much.
Chapter completed!