Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of the Villain Who Dotes on His Daughter

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The finished hot sauce is packed in thick canned pear bottles. Jiang Rou had eaten this kind of canned pears when she was a child. It was also a common gift during the Chinese New Year and other festivals. But she has never seen it again since, and it is not even sold in supermarkets.

　As soon as I saw her, I felt a sense of familiarity.

　The freshly canned pears were still hot, so Jiang Rou put them in the cupboard without sealing them. She also hung the dough that had risen into the well, ready to be prepared for him tomorrow morning.

　The man didn't say a word from beginning to end and followed Jiang Rou back to the room.

　But he knew in his heart that all Jiang Rou did was prepared for him.

　The two returned to the room and lay down. It was a little late, and it was past Jiang Rou's bedtime these days, so not long after they lay down, they heard her breathing become steady.

　Li Xiao couldn't sleep, and he tossed and turned in bed for several times. Finally, he faced Jiang Rou. The moonlight shone in from behind him, and from his angle he could clearly see the woman's back, with beautiful curves. Because she was facing away, her belly was not obvious. Half of the quilt covered her waist, but she seemed to feel a little hot, and her hands unconsciously pulled it down.

　He propped his head up a little with his arms so that he could see more. He saw her sweet sleeping face and the palm-leaf fan held in her fair, slender right hand.

　As if possessed by some mysterious force, Li Xiao reached out his hand and gently stroked her round belly. He didn't know if it was due to telepathy, but the little guy in her belly kicked gently.

　The small touch made the usually cold-hearted man stunned for a moment.

　He was stunned for a moment, until he heard the woman's unconscious hum, then he quickly withdrew his hand with a guilty conscience. However, when he withdrew his hand, he lifted the quilt on Jiang Rou's belly up to cover her chin.

　Jiang Rou seemed to feel hot in her sleep, frowned and raised her hand to suppress it.

　The man refused and pulled it higher. However, this time he felt guilty and took out the palm-leaf fan from Jiang Rou's hand, raised his arm and fanned it in the air.

　The slight cool breeze gradually relaxed Jiang Rou's frown, and she no longer resisted.

　Early the next morning, before daybreak, Li Xiao got up. When he got up, Jiang Rou also got up. She still remembered the dough and stuffing she had made last night. When Li Xiao went to wash up, she went to the kitchen to make the buns and steamed buns and put them in the pot to steam.

　Meat buns don’t keep for long, so Jiang Rou made less. The steamed buns can be kept for two days, but since he was going out with others, he steamed more than twenty of them.

　There are two pots at home, one for steaming buns and steamed buns, and the other for cooking.

　The noodles below are made with the leftover dough, which is cut into slices and thrown into the pot. Four eggs are added and topped with chopped green onions and sesame oil.

　When the dish was finally served, I scooped in two spoonfuls of the hot sauce I had made last night.

　When the noodles were ready, Li Xiao had also washed and dressed. Jiang Rou filled a large bowl for him and placed it on the stove.

　He glanced at her. Under the dim light, the woman lowered her head to lift another steamer. Her hair fell on her cheeks. White mist blurred her face, and her features were soft and gentle.