"Kattrina, in her anger, was married to another man."

"Until I was born, my mother didn't know about Catrina."

“Later, when I was five years old, she dissolved her marriage to her fiancé because of her violent tendencies.My father and my mother's life has always been a warm life, and the life is very dull.Like every royal couple, they participate in various social activities, and gradually the hearts of men begin to float.”

"My first love and fiancé got out of the marriage contract, and my father happened to be tired of marriage.They coincidentally met at several banquets, old lovers met, you glared, I miss the beauty, it is easy to rekindle the old feelings."

“They got back together, they’ve been secretly dating for three years, and my mother knew about it.After knowing this, my mother was humiliated and wanted a divorce.But neither my grandfather nor the R-king room allowed them to dissolve their marriage.You know, the divorce of the prince and the princess, it's a big event that causes social shock."

“They didn’t love each other anymore, but they had to live together.My father became more and more blatant, and he even brought Catrina to the royal banquet.Gradually, my mother was depressed for a variety of reasons that caused her to lose weight and she suffered from depression.”

At this point, Suzanne’s face was cold.

Wei Xin listened with a heavy heart.

The distant sun is down.

Wei Xin looked at the slightly red clouds in the west and asked Suzanne, “As far as I know, the princess died of cancer, right?”

“Oh...”

Suzanne in her arms snorted coldly, with a mocking smile on her face, and she said, "No, she committed suicide."

Wei Xin's eyes sank.

Suzanne's voice had not stopped, and she said, "She was lying on their bedroom bed, she cut her wrist artery, her blood dried, and she died of pain."Suzanne leaned her head on Wei Xin's shoulder, and she said, "And I, am the first to see her body."

That night, Suzanne couldn’t sleep, and she was panicked.In the middle of the night the housekeepers all slept, and nine-year-old Susanna quietly came to her mother's room.She pushed open the door, stood in the dark room, and shouted several times to her mother.

Her mother never answered her.

Suzanne turned on the light and saw the red sheets and the pale mother, unrelenting, screaming.When they found Suzanne’s father, he was still in Catrina’s bed, and the two were holding each other together, doing what they could do.

The next day, the whole country of R learned of the death of the princess.

Wei Xin trembling, “Your father is not a man!”

Suzanne did not answer.

She just sighed, “So man...”

“I don’t know if that’s true of all men, at least my friends, who are very emotionally loyal.But my father, it really debunked the image of a man in my heart."So Suzanne hasn’t been in love in twenty-six years.

Until I met Wei Xin, this entanglement.

Hearing this, Wei Xin picked up her eyebrows, and she said, "After my fashion conference, your sister, don't want to take her hooves in a step."

Suzanne was dumb.

"My sister's favorite costume designer is you."

Wei Xin did not hesitate, replied, "Then the last thing I like is to see Marguery wearing the clothes I designed."She rubbed Suzanne's cheek and said, "My favorite is you."

Suzanne glanced at her open-eyed and sent her a two-word, "Shut up enough."

...

The two people's honeymoon days were not ashamed, and a group of people far away in Binjiang City were also very lively.

At the end of the month, in addition to the 30th year of the year, there is a small year.The days of the small years in the north and the south are different, the south is the 24th of the lunar month, the north is the 23rd of the lunar month, and the customs of the two places are also different.The small year of Binjiang City is the 23rd day of the lunar month.

Originally, Fang Yusheng was planning to let Wei Shuyi come to the house as a guest and pack dumplings by the way.As a result, he and Wu Jiaren were still in the A-countrylong family, and it took the 30th year to return.In desperation, Fang Yusheng had to make his own dumplings with Joe.

Joey will pack dumplings, but the taste of dumplings made is less than satisfactory.

Aunt Jin's little grandson is four years old, she has to go home after a small year, she also has her own family, can not stay in Fang Yusheng family.Early in the morning, Fang Yusheng called Qi Weiwei, learned that he did not need to go to the base today, so he let him come to home for the holiday, by the way, bring some dishes to the vegetable market.

There was reason to suspect that Fang Yusheng did not call him to eat, he called him to help run errands to buy food.

When he arrived, he just rubbed the dough.Auntie chopped the meat, and Joe was squeezing the noodles.He looked at the face of Joe's hand, and his expression was a little difficult to say."Madam, come on."

Joey quickly dropped the topping, moved a stool, and sat on the side of the dumplings.

The words and the season ice went to run in the morning, they were full of sweat to return to the house, saw the kitchen busy in the heat of the day, the season of ice went over to look at it.She was surprised, “Puppy dumplings?”

“Uh-huh.”

No one in I country eats this, and when she lives in A country, she occasionally goes to Chinese restaurants to eat, but she has eaten dumplings several times.But I haven’t eaten it once.He was full of curiosity about dumplings.

“I’ll help you.”He felt that the dumplings were a simple life, and said that he would go to Joey.

He washed his hands, and the ice of the season gave him a small stool.

Sit down, legs too long, but not at ease.

"Forget it, I'll just sit down."

The kitchen, which was originally quite spacious, suddenly looked crowded.

Joe said, "Let's just go to the yard and pack it, there are more people, and the kitchen can't stand."

So they moved the pots and pans to the yard.

He learned to play with the action of Qiao Wei, wrapped a dumpling, he stared at his own bagged dumplings, showing an embarrassing look.The season of ice can not see, said, "Speak, you still don't mess with it."

Some words were hurt.

He said to the ice drink, "Or will you come and try it?"

Seasonal ice swings and refuses, "I don't have the courage you have as much."

He stood up and let go of the poor noodles and meat fillings.Seasonal ice asked Fang Yusheng, "What kind of festival is the little year?"She had not heard of it.

Fang Yusheng said, "Festival of the stove."

“What?”

Fang Yusheng and the season of drinking ice science came from the festival of sacrificial stoves.Ji Dingbing has always known many myths about China, and she has not learned much about it, so she listened with interest.A morning passed, and at nine o'clock, Fang Yusheng finally made a big pot of dumplings.