or me to know how much my husband earns each month.""About 20,000 yuan." Song Lin just gave a random figure, the salary of an ordinary employee at his company."Is this house paid in full or financed"..."Mom." Shen Yi'an awkwardly interrupted Mo Auntie's praise and changed the subject, "Besides not liking noodles, is there anything else Mr. Song dislikes"

After that, 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.

"Hmm. Mom, is there something wrong" Shen Yi'an asked in confusion.

“When Song Lin was a child, his school had an activity 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, which was then smashed by his father along with some harsh words. Song Lin didn't dislike the taste of noodles; he disliked what the noodles represented. Anyway, he hasn't eaten noodles since then.”

Aunt Mo, as she spoke, became sentimental.

Shen Yian stood before the dazzling 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 react at all, which was a way of giving her face.

"Mom, I understand."

"I'm sorry, I just got caught up in the past. Actually, Song Lin really likes to eat the wontons I make, but they always fall apart because I'm not very good at it. But he eats them all every time, and I know he does it because he doesn't want me to be sad. Yi An, please take good care of Song Lin, he isn't as hard to get along with as you think. Don't dislike him just because he's cold, okay"

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

"Mom, don't worry."

Shen Yian pushed his cart towards the other food area.

"Alright, I won't disturb you shopping at the supermarket anymore." Auntie Mo didn't say anything more.

Well, goodbye.

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

......

Back at the apartment, the house was dark. Song Lin wasn't back yet.

Shen Yian classified the food and put it into the refrigerator, then left some meat and vegetables to start making minced meat.

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

After working 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 be Song Lin's midnight snack.

After placing the wontons in a storage container and putting them in the refrigerator, Shen Yi'an stretched lazily and glanced at the time.

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

She hesitated for a moment, then sent a message to Song Lin on her phone.

When will you be back

Song Lin didn't reply.

Shen Yian looked at the small wontons on the table. He couldn't start eating them now, otherwise, they would turn into a mushy mess when Song Lin came back.

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 began 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 not a single photo.

He was just said to be a young star who kept a low profile, and his background was very mysterious, so mysterious that it couldn't be investigated at all.

Shen Yian stared at the report, lost in thought. Who could be so capable

At that moment, the door creaked open. Song Lin walked in and saw Shen Yian hadn't fallen asleep yet, a slight surprise crossing his face.

"Are you still awake"

It's already half past eleven.

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

"Little dumplings" Song Lin hesitated.

"That's right, it's so late, and you just got better. Noodles are easier to digest, otherwise your stomach might not feel well tomorrow. By the way, don't you mind wontons"erwritten, there wouldn't be any left!" Wang Ruqi blurted out.Shen Yian sensed something amiss and countered, "How did you know the restaurant's surveillance covers 48 hours"Wang Ruoqi lowered her eye...