My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 770: Mo Yinhe’s Birthday 1

Si Mingjing, wrapped in a thick cashmere coat, came out and stood beside Mo Yinhe, helping him support a small tree sapling. She couldn’t help rolling her eyes. "Planting a sapling is such a simple task. Couldn’t you have just asked Fengjue for help?"

Mo Yinhe, seeing her temper about to flare, invoked his birthday privilege. "Today is my birthday."

Si Mingjing managed to suppress her irritation and suggested, "Why not plant peach blossoms?"

"Why plant peach blossoms?"

Lately, Si Mingjing had been binge-watching dramas. She always managed to find historical dramas themed around peach blossoms. In these shows, no matter how the protagonists fell in love, they inevitably ended up in a forest of peach blossoms, with petals fluttering beautifully to the ground.

Mo Yinhe found that tacky; he much preferred osmanthus flowers.

"Mingjing, after a gust of autumn wind, the ground covered in osmanthus flowers is also very beautiful, and they can be gathered to make tea," he said.

Si Mingjing pictured the scene he described and suddenly felt a sense of anticipation.

But the saplings are too small. It will probably take several years before they can bloom, right?

After planting a couple of trees, an animated Mo Yinhe asked her, "Mingjing, do you know the flower language of osmanthus flowers?"

Si Mingjing didn’t know, so she looked it up online.

According to the internet, one meaning was "harvest," related to its blooming season. Another was "eternal companionship with a beloved," related to love.

In addition, there was a legend about osmanthus flowers: In ancient times, there was a widow whose kind heart moved a celestial being. The celestial being bestowed upon her osmanthus seeds, and that’s how osmanthus flowers came to be.

Mo Yinhe, his deep eyes glinting, looked at her. "I am that widow."

"..." Si Mingjing chuckled, unable to argue with him, and could only concur, "Osmanthus flowers are indeed lovely. After I came to Earth, Grandpa Su gave me some money to buy clothes at the mall. When I was passing by a perfume shop, a salesperson was handing out samples at the counter. I thought it smelled nice, so I took a bottle."

So, when Mo Yinhe mentioned smelling a faint osmanthus fragrance on her when they first met, he wasn’t just making it up. He had truly smelled it, which was why he had developed such a deep fondness for osmanthus flowers.

The two spent nearly two hours working outside, and finally, two rows of osmanthus saplings were all planted.

Si Mingjing returned inside, rubbing her hands, which were red from the cold.

Old Madam Ye said the dough was ready, so Si Mingjing took off her coat and returned to the kitchen to continue making longevity noodles.

In the living room, Ye Shen and Song Tangtang were looking at sample photos from a wedding photography company as they planned their wedding photoshoot. Ye Siyuan leaned in, offering comments, and also pulled Si Lisao into the discussion about taking wedding photos.

Si Lisao sat on the sofa, his arm gently around Ye Siyuan’s waist, and whispered in her ear, "You decide. Whatever type you like, we’ll shoot that type."

Ye Siyuan’s ears turned crimson. "I want to do a mermaid and dragon series."

Ye Siyuan had long imagined this scene: she would be a mermaid, and Si Lisao a Golden Dragon—the Golden Dragon frolicking with the Mermaid!

"A majestic Giant Dragon frolicking with a mermaid; and a mermaid cuddling a cute little dragon..."

Si Lisao pressed his brow slightly. "Are you sure you like this theme?"

Ye Siyuan nodded emphatically, then did so again even more vigorously.

Si Lisao’s expression remained unchanged, calm and composed. "Then we’ll do the dragon-mermaid series."

Overjoyed, Ye Siyuan wanted to cheer. She threw her arms around Si Lisao’s neck and planted an enthusiastic kiss on his distinguished profile. "I knew you’d think my idea was great!"

Si Lisao: "..."

Song Tangtang, sitting nearby, watched them enviously and pestered Ye Shen to have a photoshoot too.

"We could do a merman and beautiful girl series! What do you think? Merman-themed wedding photos would be amazing!"

Ye Shen, with a nonchalant air, stretched out his long legs and draped his right arm over Song Tangtang’s shoulders. "Tangtang, contact the wedding photographers now. Tell them to design a merman-themed series for us. Should we shoot it in the ocean or a swimming pool?"

Mo Yinhe changed out of his dirty clothes, washed his hands in the restroom, and returned to the living room. Hearing everyone discussing wedding photos, he walked into the kitchen, hugged Si Mingjing from behind, and said, "Mingjing, shall we take some too?"

"Take what?"

"Human-Dragon Love themed wedding photos!"

Inspired by his younger sister, Mo Yinhe suggested, "We’ll shoot one set on the Arctic Glacier, another on the sea, one on the great grasslands, another in the Himalayas, and then one at the Mirror of the Sky..."

Mo Yinhe calculated they could shoot over a dozen sets, treasuring them to look back on when they grew old.

"Sure." Si Mingjing was very interested.

She rarely cooked and her culinary skills weren’t great, so she needed Old Madam Ye to guide her through the entire process. Now, wearing an apron, she stood at the kitchen counter, rolling the prepared dough thin and then cutting it into strips.

Because her cooking skills were truly poor, the noodles came out crooked and uneven, not looking appetizing at all.

Worried Mo Yinhe wouldn’t be able to eat them, she tried to usher him out of the kitchen. "Go keep the guests company in the living room. I’ll bring the longevity noodles out for you once they’re ready."

Guests in the living room? Did Song Tangtang and Si Lisao really need him to entertain them?

Mo Yinhe rolled up his shirt sleeves, standing tall and elegant. "I’ll assist my wife."

Si Mingjing’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "Okay."

He had recently taken to calling her ’wife.’ The word, spilling from his lips with a magnetic and indulgent tone, sent a warm current through her heart.

Old Madam Ye, watching her grandson and granddaughter-in-law’s loving interactions, smiled kindly. "Granny won’t be a third wheel. Mingjing, if you don’t know something, just ask Yinhe. His cooking skills are excellent; he knows how to make everything."

"Granny, you promised you’d teach me..."

Old Madam Ye slapped her forehead. "Oh dear, I think I forgot something. I need to go back."

With that, Old Madam Ye swiftly left the kitchen.

Mo Yinhe chuckled quietly.

After Old Madam Ye left, Si Mingjing was dumbfounded. She didn’t know what to do and could only look at Mo Yinhe expectantly, waiting for him to tell her the next step.

But Mo Yinhe had no intention of teaching her; he simply took over and did it all himself.

Kneading dough was physically demanding, requiring significant effort and strength. He couldn’t bear to see his wife tire herself out. Pointing to the pot, he said, "Mingjing, you can be in charge of boiling the water and making the soup."

Si Mingjing, with no other choice, had to step aside and let him take over.

She stood by, watching him knead the dough, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You don’t seem to cook every day, so how do you know how to do everything? Did you use to make noodles from scratch by yourself before?"

Mo Yinhe, with his effortlessly cool movements, chuckled. "I once knew a particularly fussy girl. If I didn’t personally knead the dough, she wouldn’t eat it, preferring to go hungry. What could I do? I couldn’t bear to see her starve, so I had to learn."

Si Mingjing turned away to hide her smile. After a moment, she faced Mo Yinhe again, her expression serious. "That girl definitely wasn’t me. I don’t think I’m that fussy... am I?"

Her final "am I?" carried a hint of uncertainty.