Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Chapter 144 New Year’s Eve Dinner

She has something on her mind.

He felt it.

Song Bojian frowned slightly and called out to Yan An who was about to put the box into his pocket and continue hanging the lamp on the other side.

"Can you go for a walk with me?"

"But I haven't finished hanging them yet." Yan An was holding a string of colorful lights.

Seeing Song Bojian suddenly become serious, she asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Bojian asked Liu Yong to come out to hang the lanterns, and took Yan An out without giving him any chance to refuse.

When they were a little further away from the B&B, he asked, "Has anything happened recently?"

Yan An looked away, "You know it again? You guessed wrong this time, nothing happened."

"Maybe you can tell me and I can help you." Song Bojian said with certainty, showing his innate confidence.

But no matter who he is, he can't solve problems beyond this world.

Yan An smiled and shook his head, "It's okay."

"Is it your brother's affairs that have you worried? He's keeping the child at home and hasn't leaked any information, so nothing will happen to him."

Yan An was surprised, "You know?"

Song Bojian's brows tightened, "Isn't this the case?"

Unable to get the answer, Song Bojian even refused to let Yan An go back, which made Yan An sweat profusely.

This is the first time I've seen Song Bojian being so difficult.

"It's really okay..."

"You're lying." Song Bojian stopped Yan An from moving forward. "You should resolve this matter as soon as possible. I can see that you've given up."

"Yan An!" Yan Xichen and Zhao Mingzhao ran over.

Zhao Mingzhao, still wearing his apron, walked over to Yan An and looked at Song Bojian with a smile, "What are you doing?"

Song Bojian folded his fingers together and said, "Something's going on."

On the other side, Yan Xichen had already grabbed Yan An's hand and said, "Let's go back."

"Everyone is waiting to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner together, let's go back." Zhao Mingzhao smiled.

On a small path, several tall men stood facing each other, and the atmosphere was stagnant.

This is because there are no other houses nearby, otherwise, seeing this scene, people would think that a fight is about to break out.

Song Bojian pursed his lips tightly, knowing that this was no longer a good time to talk about things.

He planned to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Yan An later.

Today, she looked like a gourd with its mouth sawed off.

When they returned, they found that although the people in the living room had work to do, they were all paying vague attention to them.

Qian Lai's eyes moved slightly and he put down the garlic he was peeling.

"We're just waiting for the two chefs to come back and take charge of the kitchen. It's almost time to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, and we still have to make dumplings."

"Indeed, it's time!" Yan An pulled her hand back. Yan Xichen didn't want to let go, but he wasn't as strong as her, so she held her wrist which was a little painful.

Zhao Mingzhao smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble Teacher Song to come with me."

Although he knew that it was unreasonable to ask Song Bojian to cook for everyone, who made him willing to hide his identity?

More importantly, why did he stop Yan An from coming back?

Something fishy.

In the kitchen, Zhao Mingzhao and Song Bojian were wearing aprons with their backs to the people who were busy outside.

"Teacher Song, please help me wash the vegetables."

"Teacher Song, please help me deal with this fish."

"Teacher Song, please use the new pot to cook this dish first."

Qian Lai pushed his glasses helplessly and put the bowl of peeled garlic aside.

"I'll come in and help too. You guys cook and I'll wash, pick and cut the vegetables."

Zhao Mingzhao glanced at him and said, "Cutting vegetables is also a technical job, why not... Yan An."

He shouted, and Yan An shuddered and almost threw the teapot in his hand.

I always feel that if I go in now, something difficult will happen.

"...I'll go in after I make tea for everyone. Sister Gu Ling, look..."

Gu Ling was originally arranging the decorations on the table, but decorations only need to be slightly arranged.

When she heard Yan An calling her, she took out the flowers she had just arranged, rearranged them, and trimmed them with scissors.

"Oh, I'm busy. We need a good atmosphere for the meal. Just leave it to me!" Gu Ling focused his eyes on the flowers and refused to look at Yan An.

The housekeeper was teaching Dawson how to knead dough, and Xiaobai helped her mother go upstairs to rest.

Zhao Mingzhao seemed to be getting impatient, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. Yan An finally made tea quickly and walked into the kitchen.

Fortunately, the kitchen of this B&B is designed for everyone to use together, so it is quite large.

It won't be crowded even if there are a few people inside.

As soon as he entered, Yan An put his words aside.

"If the kitchen explodes, don't blame me."

"It's okay." Zhao Mingzhao raised an eyebrow and looked at her, "Just think of it as setting off firecrackers in advance."

Yan An, “…”

Then things developed into.

"Yan An, help me wipe the sweat off my face."

"Yan An, pass me a glass of water."

"Yan An, help me roll up my sleeves." His forearm holding the handle of the pot was very strong, because the muscles were tense from flipping the pot.

This was not the first time Yan An helped him, so he skillfully went over to roll up his sleeves.

Song Bojian lowered his head to cut the ingredients, and suddenly spoke gently.

"Can you be quiet for a moment?"

Zhao Mingzhao smiled and said, "I'm sorry, An An and I always have this habit when we cook at home. We don't talk anymore."

Qian Lai pursed his lips and pushed up his glasses.

This guy is such an infuriating scheming boy.

Sure enough, when Qian Lai glanced over, he saw that the boss was laughing out of anger.

Yan An noticed something was wrong and quickly apologized.

It turns out that Song Bojian’s smile looks even better... scary.

But then the kitchen really became quiet, with only the sizzling sound of hot oil and the clanging sound of cutting vegetables.

After nothing happened, Yan An became part of the dumpling-making group again.

The members are Yan An, Yan Xichen, Jiang Xiaobai, Gu Ling, Dawson, Liu Yong, Liu Guanjia, and Qian Lai.

The only outstanding contestants are Jiang Xiaobai and Butler Liu, while the dumplings of the others are all unique in their own way.

Yan An’s dumplings are considered the best among them.

But at least everyone made them in the shape of dumplings.

The dishes are already on the table.

Zhao Mingzhao in the kitchen suddenly called Yan An, and Yan An immediately stood up and went over, his hands still covered in flour.

"what happened?"

Zhao Mingzhao put a piece of pig's trotter in a small bowl and said, "How about you help me taste the saltiness?"

It looked very soft and tender at first glance. Yan An swallowed his saliva and immediately wanted to be the one to taste the food.

It looks good, how can it taste bad?

He washed his hands, took the small bowl, and put the meat into his mouth with chopsticks.

It is indeed soft, delicious, and salty.

"It's delicious, not too salty or bland." Yan An gave a thumbs up in admiration.

Zhao Mingzhao directly fished out a whole pig's trotter from the milky white soup and said, "It won't look good if I cut it into pieces. Eat it while it's hot."

"No problem." Yan An took the bowl and left, forgetting even to make dumplings. He sat on the sofa and started eating.

"You are eating so deliciously, is it really that good? Let me try it." Yan An was not noticing for a moment, and Yan Xichen took away the bowl with him.

"Then it's for you, eat it."

Yan Xichen chewed, his words slurred, a strand of curly hair falling in front of his eyes, "Do you dislike me?"

Yan An nodded, "Disgusted."

Yan Xichen, "..."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV as background music, and a group of people sat around the dining table.

Several girls sat together, and Yan An was sandwiched in the middle.