There was a little silence in the room.

I was silent so much that even the air seemed to be filled with a lot of depression.

All you can hear is the jingling sound of the tableware when it touches from time to time.

Leonid subconsciously looked at his daughter and saw her sitting there, eating the food on her plate quietly.

It's different from the bread, potatoes and beef on weekdays.

Today, the food from China is served on their dining table.

Because they have worked in China for many years, they have also been exposed to many Chinese customs. They know very well that although today is just a very ordinary day for Ermao people, this ordinary day has a special significance and is the traditional Chinese Spring Festival.

Just in Bai Qing's family, because of the arrival of Mr. Zhou, they lived a different Spring Festival. Yevgenia's home, thousands of miles away, was also using this method to spend their day.

Leonid looked at his daughter again, his eyes moved slightly, and then he sighed slightly.

Before, my daughter had always had a quiet and cold personality. He knew that after all, he and his wife had been busy doing military research and had less time to go home. It was his mother who was taking care of her daughter. Therefore, her daughter was very independent since childhood, but she was taciturn and had a lot of generation gap with them.

However, this personality seems to have become more serious since they returned to Ermao. On weekdays, they almost even have much less chance of talking.

That is, only when she sees Xiaomi Hailo, her eyes will become softer.

By the way, Xiaomi Hailo is her son.

The son she gave birth to and I don't know which man.

Leonid did not expect that he would still see her motherly side in his daughter.

Although I don’t know who Mihailo’s father is, it is enough to tell from his daughter’s experience and his dark hair that he must be a Chinese.

Thinking about the reason why my daughter insisted on staying in that small city, even if she didn't say it, Leonid had already guessed the identity of the damn Chinese man.

However, seeing their daughter keeps clearing, they are also extremely anxious as parents. So, on the day of the Chinese Traditional New Year, they made dumplings in this way, wanting to make their daughter happier.

In fact, their ideas are almost going to succeed.

Although their dumplings were really terrible, when the daughter saw the dumplings on the dining table, Leonid and his wife still saw a look of surprise in their daughter's eyes.

It would be good if there was emotional fluctuation, so that they felt that at least, their daughter still had ideas.

But Yevgenia was not too excited in the end. Perhaps, her emotional fluctuation was still surprised that the dumplings that had disappeared in her life for more than a year appeared again, which made her unconsciously think of that man again.

Then she sat down and ate the dumplings quietly.

Perhaps because they have experience working in China, they also have several pairs of chopsticks at home, so there is no strange scene of eating dumplings with knife and fork.

The family of three ate dumplings silently. Although Leonid and his wife spoke several times to say something to Yevgenia and wanted to ask her about the taste or what the dumplings tasted, every time they opened their mouths, they didn't know how to say it after seeing their daughter's cold appearance.

"Nia, today is the Chinese Spring Festival. Before we knew it, this is the second Spring Festival we have returned to Ermao. Time flies so fast..."

After a long time, Leonid gritted his teeth, then tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said softly to his daughter.

After hearing his father's words, Yevgenia just nodded, and did not respond, and was still eating there silently.

Leonid subconsciously glanced at his wife, then shook his head helplessly.

Back to the current situation.

Such a situation has happened countless times in the past year. Almost every time he spoke to confirm his guess, what he encountered was the current situation.

But after seeing his wife's urging gaze, Leonid still had to bite the bullet and try to talk to his daughter again.

However, before he could speak, a loud cry suddenly came in from the room not far away, piercing their eardrums.

They have become extremely familiar with this cry in the past few months.

After hearing the crying, Yevgenia put down the chopsticks in her hand almost conditioned reflex, then stood up and quickly walked towards her room.

Compared to when she was in China before, Yevgenia's figure became slightly plump at this time, especially with her footsteps, the majesty in front was also surging with waves.

When she entered the room, Yevgenia's eyes suddenly fell on the small figure on the bed. At this time, her son Mihailo was crying loudly there, using this method to express her emotions.

And the moment he saw his son, the originally cold Yevgenia suddenly smiled on her face.

Although there were only two of them, mother and son in the room, her smile seemed to have become warmer in the whole room.

This is a moving smile that even Bai Qing has never seen before.

Yevgenia carefully picked up her son, then fed him skillfully, and looked at his little face with a happy look, and Yevgenia's eyes also had a hint of satisfaction.

She looked at her son quietly. Through the little face that had become round, she seemed to see another face with a smirk. Thinking that he was as anxious as his son now, a blush suddenly appeared on his face.

"You father and son are both like this..."

Yevgenia didn't say anything later.

Of course she knew that today was the traditional Chinese Spring Festival. Because of the dumplings just now and the son in front of her, the person couldn't help but appear in her mind. The little bits and bits of things when she was with that person were constantly passing by in her mind like a movie.

She hugged her son lovingly, which was her only bond with him now, and then she hummed gently in her mouth, the song he once wrote for herself...
Chapter completed!