Chapter 65

After talking with Wu Hao, Mo Yanchen hears a noise in the kitchen. He looks up to the second floor and then walks towards the kitchen.

The smell of delicious food wafted from it. It was delicious and appetizing.

He leaned in front of the door, watching the petite figure busy inside. Shen Chengjing tied her hair into a ponytail and wore a long sweater with sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing her white hands. She saw her familiar cutting vegetables, cooking, and humming songs from time to time.

"The copper bell under the eaves of the thatched cottage, you need to cook the soup slowly. When I take over the green bamboo stool and invite people to ask for directions across the fence, the wine is fragrant, and the soup is mellow..." Shen Chengjing hummed an old-fashioned song, feeling that someone behind her was staring at her. She turned her head slightly, with a kitchen knife in her hand, and her action was very funny.

"Uncle? What are you doing here? " She put down the kitchen knife, trotted forward and pressed his waist with both hands: "hurry out, this is the unique kitchen secret of the Shen family. Don't peek."

"I'll look at it with fairness."

"..." she looked up and gave him a bad look: "go wash your hands and you'll be able to eat soon! This is my first time cooking for you. Hum, if I don't have a good attitude, there won't be another time. "

Her ferocious appearance, white face red as an apple, small hands back and forth in his waist tickle, but he reached out and pulled into his arms.

"Ah." She bumped into his arms and smelled his familiar masculinity. Her face was even scarier.

Just now the prick wretched appearance converged a few minutes, her eyes in front of his chest constantly back and forth aimed a few times: "the food is fast paste."

"What are you nervous about?"

She seemed to hear her heart beating wildly, banging on the door of her heart, hearing his words, as if she had been seen through by him.

"Who's nervous? I'm waiting for my sister to be energetic one day, and I have to eat you. " She pushed him away, crossed her waist and trotted into the kitchen.

"Ha ha, I'll wait." Mo Yanchen is in a good mood. He turns to see Mo Qiu. I don't know when he has come to the hall. He is looking at him like a ghost.

"Is it going to be a red rain or an earthquake?" Mo Qiu murmured to himself, said nothing, turned and ran away from the scene with his pants.

It's so terrible, Mo Yanchen actually laughed, still laughing so loud?

You know, he and Mo Wen have been following him for ten years. Mo Yanchen has always been cloudy and sunny, not to mention laughing. Even if there is a smile, it's a sign before the storm. It's totally different from just now.

"Lala, it's served." She came out with vegetables and served him a bowl of thick soup.

Braised eggplant, fried diced chicken, fish in sour soup, salt and pepper shrimp, garlic heart, plus bone radish soup, all over the table.

"Uncle, sit down." She came forward, pushed him down and brought the soup forward.

He black eyes staring at the bowl of soup, silent for a long time, and then looked at her while introducing the color of the dishes, warm as if it was the taste of a home.

"Isn't it delicious? It's impossible. " She looked at him and took a sip of the soup.

"Shen Chengjing."

"Well?" It was as if for the first time she heard him call her by name and surname. She looked very serious.

"Go home more in the future."

"Good." She couldn't help thinking about what he looked like last night.

During the meal, she took a careful look at him. She saw that he was eating at an amazing speed, but his movements were elegant. Every bite of food seemed to taste the delicacies of the world.