After New Year's Eve, everyone was greeted with a new year. The deafening fireworks and firecrackers lasted for a night and finally stopped. Most people got up early in the morning and prepared to welcome the new year with a new spirit. Ji Baimo was no exception. He got up with full energy. He probably had a good New Year. In his impression, there were two New Years before, both of which were spent with Yan Bai.&1t;/p>

On the first New Year together, she stabbed him, fell from a tall building, and separated the body. He sewed her body makeup box with his own hands. When she was dying, she only left him a word.&1t;/p>

One of the second New Years spent, she became a vegetative person. Everyone told him that she would never wake up again, so he waited alone.&1t;/p>

Now the third New Year has finally been spent peacefully.&1t;/p>

Ji Baimo's smile on the corner of his lips can't be concealed at any moment. It's not the elegant and alienating smile he used to be. Now this smile is extremely real.&1t;/p>

He began to feel that he could also be happy, and that he had the best person in the world.&1t;/p>

Perhaps, the wish made on your birthday was finally heard by God.&1t;/p>

In the kitchen, Ji Baimo was busy because it was not suitable for eating too greasy things in the morning. There was an iron pot on the stove. I lit the heat under the pot and put a little lard in the cinnamon and other spices, then put it in the chopped green onion and ginger slices and stir-fry it. Ji Baimo picked up the condiments on the stove and added cooking wine, soy sauce, salt and a little fresh chicken essence to the pot. Then the boiled bone soup was added to the pot and slowly boiled over low heat for a while.&1t;/p>

Ji Baimo's movements were extremely simple and capable. When the soup was cooked, he simply blanched a bowl of noodles. The white noodles were refreshing and clear. After draining the water, he poured the noodles into the bowl, took a spoon, poured the cooked soup into the bowl to thicken it. The noodles were sprinkled with shredded cucumbers and chopped green onions, which were crispy in the color and beautiful. Sliced ​​a few drops of sesame oil to outline the aroma, and mixed it slightly. The noodles wrapped in the big bone soup soup and the crispy cucumber strips were refreshing and not greasy. This scallion oil noodles are specialized in refreshing.&1t;/p>

Ji Baimo came to the room with this bowl of scallion oil noodles. Yan Bai, who was originally tossed by Ji Baimo, sniffed his head out of the quilt, and his head was messy and wrapped in the quilt. She looked soft and had no strength at all, which was in sharp contrast with Ji Baimo's full state. The hands that poked out from the quilt were also marked by Ji Baimo.&1t;/p>

Last night, Ji Baimo was really full. Until the morning, Yan Bai's body could not bear it anymore, so he stopped satisfied.&1t;/p>

"Mo Mo." Yan Bai's voice was hoarse, as if she had used her voice too much, which was a little damaged. She didn't even want to move, and looked at Ji Baimo with her eyes hanging down.&1t;/p>

Ji Baimo put the noodles mixed with scallion oil on the table, then carried Yan Bai out of the quilt, looked at the traces all over Yan Bai, with gentle eyes, and the bathtub in the bathroom was filled with warm water. Ji Baimo put Yan Bai in it, cleaning the traces left last night. Yan Bai hung his head weakly, not even the strength to speak. Now Yan Bai only has one feeling.&1t;/p>
Chapter completed!