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Chapter 83 Companionship

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    In the kitchen, Yu Qingjia scooped up two spoonfuls of flour and poured it into the basin. She looked around the chopping board, then turned back and asked Murong Yan: "Is this enough for you?"

    Murong Yan raised her eyebrows slightly: "You ask me?"

    Yu Qingjia also thought it was impossible. Murong Yan didn't look like someone who had been in the kitchen.  Men from aristocratic families despise the kitchen very much. For a gentleman to stay away from the kitchen and enter the kitchen is a very humiliating thing for them.  Yu Qingjia herself was surprised that Murong Yan was willing to agree to her completely ridiculous request.

    All the maids and servants in the kitchen were kicked out by Yu Qingjia. She bolted the wooden door, and suddenly she and Murong Yan were the only two people left in the kitchen.  When Yu Qingjia was very young, she saw Yu making Four Seasons Crisps. As the name suggests, the petals of the four seasons are mixed with rice noodles to make pastry cakes, which are served as a topping on New Year's Eve.  The Four Seasons Crisps are small in shape, bright in color, and have a subtle fragrance of petals. They are most suitable for children.  Yu Qingjia liked to eat it very much when she was a child, but since Yu's death, no one in the family has made it again.

    Yu Qingjia herself didn¡¯t know why, but she suddenly thought of Four Seasons Crisp today. Maybe Yu Qingya¡¯s words ¡°one family¡± still stung Yu Qingjia.  What's even more ironic is that when they were in Guangling County last year, they were lively during the New Year, but this year they moved to the Yu family's old house, which is more popular and has more relatives, but Yu Qingjia is much more deserted than before.  Mrs. Yu has passed away, and Yu Wenjun stayed with Mr. Yu to take care of his illness. This year, because Mr. Yu was seriously ill, he couldn't celebrate the New Year in a big way, and Yu Qingjia's parents were not around, so it was deserted and there was no feeling of celebrating the New Year at all.

    Yu Qingjia thought to herself that since there was no mother to prepare New Year cakes, she would do it.  Now she and Murong Yan were the only two people in the yard. Murong Yan's parents were both dead. Although Yu Qingjia still had a father, it was no different from him most of the time.  Yu Qingjia was afraid that Murong Yan would miss people after seeing things and feel sad about her life experience, so she decided to take Murong Yan to make cakes together to celebrate the New Year.

    "It's a pity that Yu Qingjia's heart is good, but Murong Yan may not.  Murong Yan didn't look like someone he could count on. Yu Qingjia could only rely on her vague memory, trying to recall Yu's steps at that time, and then added water, oil and other things stumblingly.

    Yu Qingjia¡¯s first dish is plum blossom cake, and the most unique thing about Yu¡¯s plum blossom cake is the noodles.  She will take newly snowed plum blossoms, steam the dew from the petals with water, and then mix it into the dough and knead it for half an hour. In this way, the fragrance of the plum blossoms will be integrated into the dough, and the pastry will have a pleasant fragrance and will melt in your mouth.  The fragrance of plum blossoms will also remain for a long time.

    Yu Qingjia dripped in the flower dew as Yu did, then rolled up her sleeves and kneaded her face.  As she kneaded the dough, a strand of hair fell out of her hairband and dangled in front of her eyes.  Yu Qingjia didn't want to be in the way, so she pinned her hair back with the back of her hand, but her hands were already stained with facial paste, and there was a long white mark on her face.

    At this moment, the sleeves became loose and slowly slid down from the elbows. Yu Qingjia hurriedly blocked the sleeves, and when she lowered her head, her hair fell down from behind her ears.  Yu Qingjia was in a hurry when a pair of arms appeared from her side and held up her hair for her.

    Yu Qingjia still had noodles in her hands and stood there a little blankly, letting Murong Yan tie up her hair and then fold and roll up her sleeves.  Murong Yan's movements were meticulous, and he lowered his eyes in a very serious manner.  The other sleeve had just been tied, and Yu Qingjia immediately wanted to step back, but Murong Yan held her forearm: "Don't move."

    Yu Qingjia opened her eyes wide and watched as Murong Yan leaned over and carefully wiped the flour off her cheeks with his fingertips.  Yu Qingjia couldn't move forward or retreat, holding up her two forearms like lotus joints in a daze. When she reacted, she immediately cursed herself for being like a stupid goose.

    Yu Qingjia whispered: "Thank you."

    Murong Yan didn't like to hear thanks, so he put his fingertips on Yu Qingjia's wrist and said, "That's not how you use force. Does it hurt here?"

    Yu Qingjia shook her head in embarrassment: "It doesn't hurt. It's just that less water was added when kneading the dough. The dough was a little hard and I couldn't knead it."

    Murong Yan responded after hearing this, covering Yu Qingjia's fingers with his hand, holding her and kneading the dough together.  Murong Yan's fingers were slender and powerful. The dough that Yu Qingjia had to use all his strength to knead was in his hands. He was as obedient as a house cat, letting him flatten and round it.  The flour paste connected to their fingers, sticking their hands very tightly.  Yu Qingjia was a little embarrassed. After a while, the dough became smooth and strong, and Yu Qingjia whispered: "It's ready."

    The sticky batter just now has become dry and hard, and it is very uncomfortable to stick to your knuckles.  Yu Qingjia moved her fingers, saw her own hands, and said in disgust: "It's so ugly."

    Yu Qingjia looked at her hands, then turned to look at Murong Yan's.  Murong Yan's hands were inevitably stained with flour. His hands were slender and well-proportioned.He had obviously taken a bath again.

    Murong Yan was dressed in white, with his hair tied up with a hosta. His simple attire made his appearance even more impactful.  Yu Qingjia was sitting on the other side, and she suddenly realized that this year they seemed to have to stay up late this year.

    Yu Qingjia felt a strange warmth surge in her heart. The two of them obviously had their own families, but today, they only had each other by their side.

    Bai Rong walked in with a food box and saw Yu Qingjia and Murong Yan sitting opposite each other. Although the two were silent, they both had stunning looks. Their hair was filled with moisture from just coming out of the bath, and their clothes were piled on top of each other like clouds.  Even without speaking, there was a sense of calmness and tacit understanding, as beautiful as a painting.

    At that moment, Bai Rong suddenly didn't dare to go any further. Yu Qingjia turned around when she heard the voice and asked, "Bai Rong?"

    Bai Rong regained consciousness, bowed and said, "Sixth Miss, the cakes are steamed."

    Yu Qingjia nodded: "Okay, let's serve it together." Bai Rong agreed. She put the food box away and was about to leave wisely when she was suddenly stopped by Yu Qingjia: "Wait a minute."

    Bai Rong was stunned for a moment, then she saw Yu Qingjia dividing a plate of pastries, turned to look at her with bright eyes, and asked: "Which one of these two plates of pastries do you think is more beautiful?"

    Bai Rong hesitated for a moment, not understanding what this was doing.  Murong Yan tapped her fingertips on the edge of the table and looked back at Bai Rong with a smile.

    Facing the gazes of these two people, Bai Rong's palms became sweaty.  During a brief pause, she wildly guessed which of the two discs belonged to Young Master and which to Yu Qingjia.  But then Bai Rong felt broken again. Even if she guessed it, who should she stand for?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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