Stars In His Eyes-Chapter 1689: His Whole World Is Only You 22
After kneading the dough, it was left to ferment for a while as it was still early. Ding Long washed his hands and then two apples in the process before leaving the kitchen. Seeing Ding Jinshi nestled on the sofa reading a newspaper, he handed one apple to Ding Jinshi’s mouth while he took a bite of the other.
Without even lifting her head, Ding Jinshi took a bite from his hand, said "delicious", and continued chewing. After swallowing, she took another bite, yet showed no intention of taking the apple herself, making Ding Long chuckle in exasperation.
"Did you break your hand or something? Hold it yourself!" Ding Long directly shoved the whole apple into Ding Jinshi’s mouth.
"I’m too lazy to wash my hands~" Ding Jinshi groaned as her front teeth were hit by the apple, giving Ding Long a stare, but she still freed one hand to take the apple, muttering, "Why not slice it onto a plate and use toothpicks?"
Ding Long shook his head helplessly; wasn’t it him who spoiled Ding Jinshi to be like this?
He remembered when Ding Jinshi first moved in, she wasn’t this lazy. If she wanted fruit, she would go to the kitchen to wash it herself and even wash one for him in passing. Later, this task became his responsibility, and now, Ding Jinshi could be lazy to the extent of not eating any fruit if he didn’t wash it.
"You won’t die from laziness." Ding Long lightly cursed, then sat down next to Ding Jinshi. Despite his words, his face showed no annoyance, and he even enjoyed taking care of Ding Jinshi with such meticulous attention.
As soon as Ding Long sat down, Ding Jinshi changed her position, lying on the sofa, leaning against Ding Long. Reading the newspaper this way was undoubtedly more comfortable for Ding Jinshi. Ever since coming back from a business trip half a year ago, Ding Long made it a habit to work in the living room, dragging Ding Jinshi to accompany him, and she had gotten used to treating him as a backrest.
"We’re making dumplings for lunch. Do you want to take some back to your dad? Your dad returned to the capital recently." Ding Long was not annoyed in the slightest. As Ding Jinshi leaned against him, he could smell the fragrant scent of Ding Jinshi’s hair—a serene fragrance impossible not to like.
"My dad’s back?" Ding Jinshi was stunned, "How do you know?"
"Do you think I’m you? Anyway, I hold the title of your dad’s future son-in-law. Your dad often calls me to ask about us. He’s more concerned about you than you think," Ding Long replied.
"Oh, then I’ll help you wrap them, and once done, we can head to the compound to have lunch with my dad and aunt," Ding Jinshi was truly impulsive. In just a few bites, she finished the apple, tossed the core, and dragged Ding Long to the kitchen.
"You go wash your hands first; I’ll call your dad." Ding Long, almost boneless, allowed Ding Jinshi to drag him wherever she pleased. Watching the ponytail of her hair swaying, his lips curved upwards; he liked her with long, flowing hair, and in this life, she never considered cutting it.
Ding Jinshi’s dumpling-making skills were indeed quite deplorable. When Ding Jinshi and Ding Long arrived at the compound and brought out the wrapped dumplings, Ding Jinshi’s father and aunt were stunned.
"Dad, the pretty ones are mine, and the ugly ones are Ding Long’s! He’s clumsy, but your daughter is quite skilled." Ding Jinshi shamelessly claimed credit, then called for the maid to cook the dumplings.
