In the kitchen, Li Yixuan said with a smile: "That boy Ye Nianmo is really lucky to marry you. You even make food for him in the middle of the night."

Ding Yiyi kneaded the flour skillfully and took out the walnuts and peanuts to crush. She took them with one hand while Li Yixuan crushed the peanuts and walnuts.

"I'm really sorry for wasting your time, but you can't just enter the military kitchen without someone to guide you."

"It's okay. I've never been in the kitchen before. It's quite interesting now." Li Yixuan said with a smile. He was so strong that the peanuts were sticky to pieces.

Ding Yiyi shaped the soft dough into small balls one after another, very attentively.

Li Yixuan thought of Ye Chuqing. When he accompanied her to France to learn desserts, she was also so serious. Sometimes cream rubbed onto her cheeks, and he didn't even notice.

"Miss Ding." He said, handing her the prepared ingredients.

"Thank you." Ding Yiyi mixed the prepared ingredients with the red bean paste, then pressed a groove on the meatballs with her thumb, put the ingredients in, and then kneaded it into a ball.

Li Yixuan stared at her movements and said, "If you return to China, can you help me deliver a gift to Chu Qing? It's a pity that she didn't attend her wedding."

"Okay." Ding Yiyi stopped what she was doing, and her intuition told her that the person in front of her might have a past with Ye Chuqing, but since he didn't want to talk about it, why should she uncover his scars?

Li Yixuan took out a purple shell from his pocket. The shell was beautiful and very smooth. It looked like it had been rubbed frequently.

"Please pass this to her." He handed it to her, looking at the shell with eyes full of nostalgia.

Many days and nights, when he missed her, he would put the shell to his ear, and the sound of the waves inside sounded like missing her.

Ding Yiyi took it and put it carefully in her pocket, "Don't worry, I will hand it over to her."

The white glutinous rice balls were floating in the pot. The two of them looked at the glutinous rice balls in the pot silently, thinking about their own thoughts.

The smell of red beans filled the room. It was fragrant and sweet. Ding Yiyi filled two bowls and placed one of them on the tray. She blinked and said, "Nian Mo's craftsmanship is much better than mine. That bowl is

Thanks for tonight and good night."

Li Yixuan laughed, thinking of Ye Nianmo wearing an apron and cooking. He picked up the hot bowl in one hand and ate one.

Ye Nianmo was about to go out to find Ding Yiyi when he saw her coming in carefully holding a tray.

"Did you do this?" He took it, and just in time to touch her cold hand, he felt a little distressed.

Ding Yiyi was a little excited. She hadn't made something for him for a long time. She hurriedly put the spoon in place and said, "Try it quickly!"

Ye Nianmo put her hands between his own and covered them, raising his eyebrows in distress, "It smells good, but your hands are very cold. I don't plan to let them go before they are warmed up."

This clearly implies that he needs to be fed! President Ye, who manages an entire group, is like a child at this time. Ding Yiyi thought, maybe no one would believe him if he told him.

She was not the kind of person to be coy, so she took a spoon and fed one to her generously. Both of them went back and forth, enjoying the meal happily.

After eating, she was forced to half-hug and half-hug her into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and then Ding Yiyi was able to go to bed.

The sea surface temperature was low at night, and she nestled in Ye Nianmo's arms, feeling warm. The two of them kept silent about tomorrow's events.

In the middle of the night, her legs cramped again. She frowned in pain because she was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes.

One hand was placed on her calf, gently kneading the calf muscles. The warm hand did not stop until she fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the roar of cannons continued for a long time. In the afternoon, the ship successfully passed through the reef. However, after several hours of sailing, it was still calm and there was still an endless sea.

In the war room, Andrew's brows were frowning. He could no longer sail without a purpose. If it didn't work, he had to return. Sometimes, making a decisive decision on the spot is also a necessary skill for a leader.
Chapter completed!