My Husband, Warm The Bed

Jian Ran looked at Xiao Qinghe, and after careful consideration, he asked, "Brother, are you having trouble with Qin Yue?"

Xiao Qinghe looked up at her: "Silly girl, what do you think? What is my temper with that wood in your house?"

Jian Ran said again: "Anyway, I just think you are weird today."

Xiao Qinghe is a lazy person. He usually feels he was wasting his time to eat. Today, the sun came out, and he took the initiative to cook.

"Why am I weird?" Xiao Qinghe pushed a plate of shredded pork with Beijing sauce to Jian Ran, and said, "I am your brother, do I need any reason to cook for you? Huh?"

"Beijing Sauce Pork Shreds" saw this delicious dish, both eyes of Jian Ran glistened.

Shredded pork with Beijing sauce is a delicious Kyoto dish. This dish is moderately salty and sweet, with rich sauce and unique flavor.

Because of its simple ingredients, it is a must-have home-cooked dish on the tables of many Kyoto people, and it is also a dish that Jane’s mother often cooks.

Jane’s mother often cooks it because Jane likes to eat.

Jian Ran likes to eat, because this dish made by her mother is very delicious.

Jian Ran can eat an extra bowl of rice every time this dish is on the table.

Seeing Jian Ran’s shining eyes, Xiao Qinghe smiled and said, “I know you like this dish. It took me a few hours and countless trials to make the finished product. You can taste it. ?"

"Let’s not say whether it’s delicious or not, it’s your heart, brother, that will make me sweet to my bones." Jian Ran put a clip into her mouth, the shredded pork melted in the mouth, fragrant and soft. Mouthful fragrance.

Jian Ran hasn't tasted such a memorable taste for a long time. In her memory, only her mother can make such a taste.

A few years ago, she left Kyoto and came to Jiangbei. When Jian Ran missed her mother's shredded pork with Beijing sauce, she went to many Kyoto restaurants in Jiangbei, but she never tasted the taste in memory.

Just when she thought she would never be able to eat the flavor of shredded pork with Beijing sauce made by her mother in her life, her brother, who never cooks, made it.

After eating shredded pork with Beijing sauce, she tasted what she had missed for a long time. When Jian Ran thought of her mother who had passed away for a few years, tears could not help but wave in her eyes.

Seeing that Jian Ran was about to cry, Xiao Qinghe worried: "What's wrong? Isn't it delicious? Don't eat it if it doesn't taste good, so you are so big, do you plan to cry for me?"

Jian Ran shook her head, tears flashing, but then smiled and said, "Brother, it's not bad, it's too tasty, it's really tasty"

"It's delicious, so why are you crying?" Xiao Qinghe rolled his eyes and said, "Father sees you like this, he still thinks I'm bullying you."

Jian Ran said: "I just thought of my mother."

Maybe this taste is not the taste of mother's cooking, it is only because it was made by her relatives that Jian Ran will feel familiar, and that this is the best dish in the world.

Xiao Qinghe drew a tissue, wiped Jian Ran's tears rudely, and said, "Okay, don't cry. If they see you crying like a tabby cat, they might be sad."

Jian Ran sniffed: "I'm happy."

Xiao Qinghe said: "If you like, come here often, I will make it for you every day."

Jian Ran asked again: "Brother, when did you change your temper?"

"What kind of sex? It's not because you are my sister, you are the most worried person in your father's life." At the beginning, their father was going to pick up their mother and daughter for the last thing. Two of them, but the father went out and never came back.

While speaking, Xiao Qinghe looked up at the door of the study, his eyes could not hide his heartache, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Brother, can you tell me more about my father?" Jian Ran wanted to know more about his father.

When his father was able to make his mother love so deeply, Jian Ran believed that his father must be a very good man.

It's just that fate makes people, and she can't make her mother and her father look forward to each other, and she has no chance to see her own father in this life.

"Our father is a very good and excellent person. He loves his job, he respects his wife, and loves his children. He treats people who he knows, people he doesn't know, people with high status, or people with low status equally. , Will never despise anyone."

"My father used to tell me that a person must live a lifetime for just a few decades. If you want to live, you must live upright and upright, and you must not do anything that hurts the world. My father is a great hero upright in my heart."

Speaking of his father, Xiao Qinghe sighed for a long time, and his thoughts flew far, far away.

His mother and father were married because of family interests. There was no love between them, but when they got along after marriage, his father still loved his mother.

The father's love for his mother is not love, but he has fulfilled his duties as a husband, taking care of his wife and children in a considerate manner.

The mother's evaluation of her father is also very high. In her short life, she is most grateful for her father's company and care.

If you change to someone else and marry someone you don't love, and that person is still suffering from illness, no one can be as patient as their father and take care of the sick wife until she leaves peacefully.

In Xiao Qinghe's heart, their father was such an upright hero, a person who thought of others everywhere, and had never done anything that was ashamed of his heart.

But none of them thought that his father would end up like that. He died in a car accident, and he couldn't even find a complete body. In the end, he was just looking for a bone from the accident scene as his father's bones and buried him. Up.

"Father is also a hero in my heart." Listening to Xiao Qinghe talking about their father, Jian Ran pursed his lips and smiled softly.

When she knew that she was not the daughter of Jian Zhengtian, and when she learned that her biological father and her biological mother were so in love with each other, Jian Ran had fantasized about her father more than once.

Her father must be a good-looking man, he must be very good-mannered and would not speak too loudly to his mother.

Jian Ran had never been with her father, and she didn't know what his father was like, but she had put all the good things about her father that she could think of on her father's body.

She heard from Xiao Qinghe that her father said that after finishing that matter, she would go to Jian's house to pick her mother and her home.

But an accident happened to my father. When my father had an accident, he must still be concerned about her and mother... I was thinking of my beloved woman and child, but he was helpless.