Chapter 770 Mo Yinhe's Birthday 1

Si Mingjing came out wrapped in a thick cashmere coat, stood beside Mo Yinhe and supported the young sapling, and couldn't help rolling his eyes at the same time: "Helping the sapling is such a simple matter, why don't you call Feng Jue for help? "

  Mo Yinhe was furious seeing her, and offered the privilege of being a birthday star, saying, "Today is my birthday."

  Sure enough, Si Mingjing swallowed the anger in her heart, and she said, "It's better to plant peach blossoms."

   "What do you grow peach blossoms for?"

  Si Mingjing has been following dramas recently, and he can always catch up with a lot of ancient costume dramas with peach blossom as the theme. No matter how the hero and heroine fall in love, they can’t do without a peach blossom forest in the end, and the petals are falling all over the sky, which is very beautiful.

  Mo Yinhe thinks it's vulgar, so he likes sweet-scented osmanthus.

   "Ming Jing, after a gust of autumn wind, the osmanthus flowers all over the ground are also very beautiful, and they can be collected to make tea."

  Si Mingjing imagined the scene he described, and suddenly there was anticipation in his heart.

  But the saplings are too small, I'm afraid there will be no sweet-scented osmanthus in a few years, right?

  After Mo Yinhe planted two trees, he came to ask her with interest: "Ming Jing, do you know the flower language of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

  Si Mingjing didn't know, so she looked it up online.

  On the Internet, one is "harvest", which is related to its flowering period.

  The other one is "Forever with Beauty", which is related to love.

   In addition, there is another legend about osmanthus: in ancient times, there was a widow who moved the gods because of her kindness. The gods gave her the seeds of the osmanthus tree, and then there were osmanthus.

  Mo Yinhe's deep eyes cast a glance at her: "I am that widow."

"..." Si Mingjing chuckled, but he couldn't agree with him, so he could only agree: "Osmanthus fragrans is very good. After I came to Earth, Grandpa Su gave me money and asked me to go to the mall to buy some clothes. At the counter, I distributed samples to people passing by, and I thought it smelled good, so I took a bottle.”

  So Mo Yinhe said that when he saw her for the first time, he smelled the faint scent of osmanthus on her body. He was not talking nonsense. He really smelled the scent of osmanthus on her body, so he became obsessed with osmanthus.

  The two were busy outdoors for nearly two hours, and the two rows of osmanthus saplings were finally planted.

  Si Mingjing rubbed his hands that were red with cold and went back to the room.

   Mrs. Ye said that the noodles were reconciled, so she took off her coat and went back to the kitchen to continue making longevity noodles.

Ye Shen and Song Tangtang were in the living room looking at the sample photos sent by a wedding photography company. They were about to take wedding photos. Ye Siyuan leaned over to point out, and she also pulled Si Lisao to ask him about the wedding photos. .

  Si Lisao sat on the sofa, gently hugged Ye Siyuan's waist, and said in Ye Siyuan's ear, "You decide, we will shoot whatever type you like."

  Yesiyuan's ears are blush: "I want to shoot the Mermaid and Dragon series."

  Ye Siyuan has long imagined that she becomes a mermaid, Si Lisao becomes a golden dragon, and the golden dragon plays a mermaid!

   "The domineering dragon drama mermaid; there is also a mermaid hugging a Q dragon..."

  Si Lisao frowned, and asked, "Are you sure you like this?"

  Ye Siyuan nodded vigorously, and then nodded vigorously.

  Si Lisao's expression remained unchanged, seemingly calm and calm: "Then shoot the dragon fish series."

  Ye Siyuan was so happy that she wanted to cheer, put her arms around Si Lisao's neck, and smacked hard at his noble side face: "I knew it, and you would think my idea is good!"

  Si Lisao: "..."

  Song Tangtang sat next to her, envious, and wanted to take pictures even after midnight.

   "We can take male mermaid and beautiful girl series, what do you think? Mermaid love wedding photos must be amazing!"

In the middle of the night, he strutted his long legs carelessly, stretched out his right arm and put it on Song Tangtang's shoulder: "Tangtang, you can contact the wedding photographer now and ask them to give us a series of wedding photos of love between mermaid and fish. Let's go to the sea to take pictures. Or in the swimming pool?"

Mo Yinhe took off his dirty clothes, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and then returned to the living room. When he heard everyone talking about the wedding photos, he walked into the kitchen, hugged Si Mingjing from behind, and said, "Mingjing, we also shoot?"

   "Shooting what?"

   "Dragon love wedding photos!"

Mo Yinhe was inspired by her own sister, and said: "Let's take one shot on the Arctic glacier, one set on the sea, one set on the prairie, one set in the Himalayas, and another set in the sky... "

  Mo Yinhe can take more than a dozen sets after counting them down, and keep them as a treasure, and take them out to look at them when they get old.

   "Sure." Si Mingjing was very interested.

  She rarely cooks, and her cooking skills are not good, so she needs Mrs. Ye to guide her all the way. Now she is wearing an apron, standing in front of the kitchen counter, rolling out the reconciled noodles, and then cutting them into thin strips.

  Because the cooking skills are really bad, those thin noodles are crooked and have no appearance at all.

   She was afraid that Mo Yinhe would not be able to eat later, so she wanted to drive him out of the kitchen, saying: "You go to the living room to accompany the guests, and when the longevity noodles are ready, I will take them out for you to eat."

  There are no guests in the living room, Song Tangtang and Si Lisao, why do they need him to accompany them?

  Mo Yinhe curled up the sleeves of his shirt and said, "I'll help my wife."

  Si Mingjing smiled, "Okay."

  He likes to call her Mrs. recently. The word Mrs. overflows from his mouth, which is magnetic and doting, making people feel warm in their hearts.

  Old Madam Ye looked at her grandson and grandson-in-law’s affectionate look, and smiled kindly: "Grandma is no longer a light bulb, Ming Jing, if you don’t understand, ask Yinhe, he is very good at cooking, and can do everything."

   "Grandma, agree that you taught me..."

  The old lady Ye patted her forehead and said, "Oh, I seem to have forgotten something, I have to go back."

   After finishing speaking, Mrs. Ye Maliuer left the kitchen.

  Mo Yinhe grinned.

  After Mrs. Ye left, Si Mingjing was dumbfounded. She didn't know anything, so she could only look at Mo Yinhe helplessly, waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

  Where would Mo Yinhe teach her?

  Kneading noodles is a physical job, which requires effort even with strong hands. He didn't want his wife to be tired, so he pointed to the pot and said, "Ming Jing, you are in charge of boiling water and making soup."

  Si Mingjing had no choice but to step back and give way to Xian.

  She stood by and watched him knead the dough, her eyes were twinkling, and she asked curiously: "I don't usually see you cooking every day. Why can you do everything? Did you roll the dough yourself before?"

Mo Yinhe's cool and handsome movements, he hummed and said with a smile: "I met a very delicate girl before, as long as I didn't knead the dough myself, she would not eat it. She would rather not eat it when she was hungry. I don't want her to be hungry, so I can only learn."

  Si Mingjing turned his back to snicker, smiled for a while, then looked at Mo Yinhe, and said with a serious face: "That girl is definitely not me, I should not be so delicate, right?"

  The last word "bar" is full of uncertainty.

  (end of this chapter)