errari driven by a man with my own eyes. She's different from Miss Shen.” Manager Li stated righteously."Different" Song Lin's voice was cold, as if he were hearing a joke."Yes, Ms. Shen told me as so..."Mom," Shen Yian interrupted Mo Auntie's praise with a touch of embarrassment, changing the subject. "Besides not liking noodles, what else doesn't Mr. Song like"

After she finished speaking, Aunt Mo fell silent for about ten seconds. Shen Yian thought the signal was bad.

"Mom Mom Can you hear me"

"Song Lin told you he doesn't like noodles He... said it himself You actually know" Aunt Mo sounded shocked.

"Well Mom, is there something wrong" Shen Yian asked in confusion.

“When Song Lin was young, there was an activity at his school where students made a bowl of longevity noodles for their parents. It happened to be his father’s birthday, so he clumsily made a bowl of noodles. As a result, his father smashed it and said some very hurtful things. Song Lin didn't dislike the taste of noodles, but he disliked the meaning behind them. Anyway, he hasn't eaten noodles since then.”

Auntie Mo, as she spoke, became touched with emotion.

Shen Yi'an stood before the dazzling rows of shelves, but his eyes seemed to have lost their color.

She couldn't imagine Song Lin's disappointment as a child.

And when she gave Song Lin noodles, he didn't show any reaction at all, which was a way of giving her face.

"Mom, I understand."

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about the past. Actually, Song Lin really likes eating the wontons I make, even though I'm not good at it and they always fall apart. But he would eat them all every time, actually I know he does it because he doesn't want me to be sad. Yi An, please take good care of Song Lin, he's not as difficult to get along with as you think. Don't dislike him just because he's cold, okay"

Aunt Mo seems to be worried that Shen Yi'an will be deceived by Song Lin's appearance and break up.

"Mom, don't worry."

Shen Yi'an pushed his cart towards the other food area.

"Alright, I won't disturb you shopping at the supermarket." Aunt Mo didn't say any more.

"Well, bye bye."

Shen Yian hung up the phone, bought some wonton wrappers, and went to pay.

......

Back at the apartment, the house was pitch black. Song Lin hadn't come back yet.

Shen Yi'an sorted the food and put it into the refrigerator, then left some meat and vegetables to start chopping the filling.

Considering that she was also busy with work and often worked overtime, Song Lin decided to make more dumplings that could be stored. When she wanted to eat them, she just needed to take them out and cook them.

After working hard for more than an hour, she wrapped over eighty wontons. The remaining filling was just enough to wrap twenty or so smaller wontons, which would serve as Song Lin's midnight snack.

After arranging the wontons in a storage box and putting them in the refrigerator, Shen Yian stretched lazily and glanced at the time.

I didn't realize it was already eleven o'clock.

She hesitated for a moment, then pulled out her phone and sent a message to Song Lin.

When will you be back

Song Lin didn't reply.

Shen Yian looked at the small wontons on the table. He couldn't cook them now, or else when Song Lin came back, they would be a mushy lump.

She could only sit on the sofa and open her laptop, thinking of Ian, whom Mrs. Li had mentioned many times.

She was a little curious, so she started searching for the name Ian online.

After digging deeper, Shen Yian couldn't help but become more and more curious and interested in this name.

There have been several reports about him abroad, but there is not a single photo.

He's just saying that he became famous at a young age but is very low-key, and that his background is very mysterious, so mysterious that it can't be investigated at all.

Shen Yian stared at the report, lost in thought. Just who was so capable

At this moment, the door opened and Song Lin walked in. He saw that Shen Yian hadn't fallen asleep yet and was slightly surprised.

"Aren't you asleep yet"

It's past eleven thirty now.

"Didn't you say you were coming back for dinner" Shen Yian closed his computer and quickly got up, "Go wash your hands, I'll make you some xiaolongbao."

"Little dumplings" Song Lin hesitated.

"That's right, it's so late, and you just recovered from your illness. Noodles are easier to digest, otherwise, your stomach might feel uncomfortable tomorrow. By the way, do you mind wontons"eplaying the image of how close she had been to Song Lin just moments ago. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her face.At this time, the phone received a text message.She picked up her phone a...