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"Ahe." Mo Yancheng pulled the braised pork in the lunch box with disposable chopsticks, and said hesitantly, "How many days do we... need takeaway?"

Mo He put down his chopsticks, took a sip of water, and looked at Mo Yancheng: "Don't you want to eat takeaway?"

Mo Yancheng chewed up a piece of cartilage stuck in the meat, and with a "click click", said vaguely: "Although the takeaway food is delicious, it feels so greasy after eating too much, and the outside food must not be as hygienic as cooking at home, right? "

"Want to eat home-cooked food?" Mo He's eyes drifted to Mo Yancheng's left hand hanging around his neck, "Can you do this?"

Seeing Mo He looking at him, Mo Yancheng swallowed the piece of cartilage with difficulty, and said, "I... used to know how to cook?"

Thinking back to the time when Mo Yancheng lived with himself, every day he maintained a golden rooster’s independent posture and jumped up and down in the kitchen chopping and frying vegetables. The dishes he made were not so exaggerated that they were amazing. , but it suits Mohe's appetite very well, and even makes Mohe feel like he puts seasonings according to his favorite taste table. The sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty are just right. The reason why he was able to turn a blind eye when he lived in his house until the holiday.

"Well, it's a skill you've lit up." Mo He stood up, packed up the lunch boxes that the two of them had eaten and threw them into the trash can, walked into the kitchen, took out a rag, and cleaned the oil stains on the table.

Mo Yancheng followed Mo He into the kitchen, leaned against the door, heard the sound of Mo He rubbing the rag with water, and sighed: "This skill has been temporarily erased, I have more energy than I want, otherwise, you do it? "

Mo He's hand rubbing the rag paused.At his present age, except for the bowl of porridge he cooked for Mo Yancheng five years ago, he has never managed to cook other dishes. These years, he has been studying alone, and he has long been used to eating out or eating directly in restaurants. It's convenient, and secondly, he is really powerless.

He actually tried to learn it. His mother, Liu Wanqin, was a good cook. Unfortunately, even if Mo He was taught by her precepts and deeds, he couldn't learn anything from her. It was obviously made on the spot with the same recipe and the same ingredients. It's normal to eat food, but once Mo He does it himself, it's just a show, and there are always all kinds of indescribable and indescribable weirdness in eating.

I have to admit that in this world, there are always things that cannot be done or cannot be done.

For Mo He, cooking is a death spot, and he will probably be dead for the rest of his life.

Hearing Mo Yancheng asked him to cook, Mo He chuckled lightly and asked, "I cook? You eat?"

Mo Yancheng didn't hear the meaning hidden in Mo He's chuckle at all, he just thought that he would no longer have to eat greasy takeaway bento, and nodded expectantly: "You do it, I'll eat it."

"That's fine, I'll make it for you tonight, but I can't control the quantity, if I accidentally make too much..."

"Don't worry, I can eat as much as you cook!" Mo Yancheng vowed to point his thumb at himself, raising his eyebrows at Mo He.

That night, Mo Yancheng looked at the pork rib meatball noodles in front of him in a bowl the size of a small washbasin, and looked up at the takeaway bento in front of Mo He, who was puzzled: "Ahe, why do you still eat takeaway? ? Is it because the noodles are cooked less? I don’t need to eat so much, or I will give you some?”

Mo He slowly opened the bamboo chopsticks, and gave Mo Yancheng a faint smile: "No need, it's just cooked for you, eat more."

Mo Yancheng was immediately moved, he was completely warmed by the rising heat, and immediately said that he would definitely eat clean.

However, when Mo Yancheng picked up a rib and put it into his mouth and took a bite, he almost doubted his life. He clearly felt a faint smell of blood dissolving in his mouth. This rib...was still raw, right?Biting the bullet, he chewed and swallowed the spare ribs. Mo Yancheng stuffed a small ball into his mouth, and with one bite, his teeth almost froze. This ball...hasn't melted the ice yet, right?

Mo Yancheng resisted not looking up at Mo He who was sitting across from him, and planned to eat the noodles. Besides, the noodles looked just like pork ribs and meatballs, and they were all normal, but for some reason, Mo Yancheng still hugged the noodles so that there would be no problem. What kind of problem is a fluke mentality, and I picked up a chopstick.

Watching the noodles melted into the noodle soup as soon as the chopsticks picked them up, Mo Yancheng was stunned, touching...the chopsticks melted?At this time, Mo Yancheng finally couldn't lie to himself, Ah He...he has hated me for a long time, he is going to use a sweet trap to create an accidental murder...

"What's the matter?" Mo He smiled especially kindly, "It doesn't matter if you can't hold the noodles, I'll get you a spoon, it's more convenient to eat."

Even if Mo Yancheng has amnesia, he still has some basic common sense, noodles can only be eaten by scooping without using chopsticks, this kind of operation, he feels really hard to describe.

But this is still acceptable. Look at the ribs and meatballs piled up on the surface like a hill. Mo Yancheng poked with his chopsticks. None of the meatballs could reach one-third of the way, and there were bright spots in the gaps between the ribs. Bloodshot, how should I put it, although it is not fatal to eat, but the process is definitely painful...

Mo He finished his bento in a slow manner, and seemed to be casually sweeping the big bowl he bought back in Mo Yancheng today, looking at the noodle that had moved three mouthfuls, propped his cheek, and said softly: "Isn't it too much?" Is it hot? It’s been left for so long, it should be just right in your mouth, eat it quickly, after a while, the noodles will turn into a ball.”

"..." Looking at the noodles that were already a ball, Mo Yancheng swallowed, and nodded resolutely, "Well, good."

Twenty minutes later, Mo He took a shower, looked at Mo Yancheng who was still sitting on the dining table, silently scooping up the noodle soup, scolded secretly, "What an idiot", stepped forward, and grabbed his hand. The spoon, threw it into the bowl, and walked into the kitchen holding the heavy bowl with only a little less soup than before.

Mo Yancheng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed into the kitchen, just in time to see Mo Yancheng pour the noodles into the trash can and tie up the trash bag tightly, he was instantly relieved.

But when Mo He stood up, wiped his hair with the towel around his neck, and looked at him with raised eyebrows, Mo Yancheng's heart came to his throat again, and he laughed awkwardly: "That... I'm... not very hungry tonight, and I'm sorry to waste your hard-earned noodles. However, the noodles are quite...delicious."

"Oh?" Mo He raised his eyebrows even higher, "How delicious?"

"Just...that's...the pork ribs are very fresh. As soon as you taste them, you can tell that they are pigs that were just killed this morning. The meatballs are full of strength, and the cold taste is very good. What's more, the noodles are cooked just right. Not overcooked, it melts in your mouth...mmm...delicious..."

Listening to Mo Yancheng talking nonsense with his eyes open, he can still taste unique and accurate. He just said that the ribs are not cooked, the meatballs are not melted, and the noodles are rotten. The noodles are flawless, and those that are not right are normal and necessary for cooking noodles, and there is no problem at all.

The key point is that it is sincere and sincere, and the eyes are full of guilt for not being able to finish eating.

Mo He couldn't control it, and laughed out loud, Mo Yancheng widened his eyes, blinked, and seemed to wake up: "What have I done to you? You...do you really hate me so much?" ?”

Covering his belly and laughing for a while, Mo He said: "You can think about what you have done to me. However, I really worked hard on this bowl of noodles, it's just that the hard work I put in didn't come into play."

Mo Yancheng curled his lips, and said again: "Otherwise, let me try it tomorrow. I'll watch some food shows and learn. Maybe it can benefit the society."

The next day, Mo He looked at the four plates of delicious food on the table, and the stimulation of his taste buds instantly dazzled him. The familiar taste had not changed at all. He looked at a hand in the kitchen. Mo Yancheng, who was holding the rice spoon, overlapped with the figure in the white school uniform five years ago.

If that incident hadn't happened at the beginning and they hadn't broken up, Mohe might have become accustomed to the current situation because of the passage of time, and it wouldn't be a little sentimental.

"How is it? Is it okay?" Mo Yancheng was a little nervous when he saw that Mo He had only eaten a mouthful of water spinach and stopped moving.

Mo He came back to his senses and smiled lightly: "It's delicious."

Hearing this, Mo Yancheng bared his teeth and smiled brightly: "As long as it's delicious, I'll make it for you every day from now on, and we won't eat takeaway."

every day?If it can be done every day, it is also very good...

In the afternoon, a courier was delivered to Mohe's house.

Mo He looked at Chen Lin's name written in the sender column, and remembered that Chen Lin had said that he would send things from Mo Yancheng. Looking at the small box, Mo He reckoned that it should be a mobile phone, an ID card, etc. things, he handed the box to Mo Yancheng and went into the study.

When Mo He finished his work and walked out of the study to drink a glass of water and passed the living room, he saw Mo Yancheng sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand. Except for his fingers sliding, he seemed to be like a statue.

"What are you looking at?" Mo He walked to his side and asked suddenly.

Mo Yancheng was so frightened by the sudden voice that rang in his ear that he jumped up from the sofa, and the phone fell to the ground with a "slap". Fortunately, the screen was facing upwards, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Seeing Mo Yancheng bent down to pick up the phone in a panic, Mo He felt that something was wrong, and reached out first, intending to pick up the phone that happened to fall by his feet, to see if there was something tricky that could make Mo Yancheng panic like this .

And when Mo He was looking at the phone, black lines hung all over his head. If it wasn't for the remaining rationality telling him that there might be something important in the phone, it's just a little bit away, just a little bit, he It's about stepping on the phone hard, and it's over.

This mobile phone has serious problems, and the tricks are overflowing the screen, so don't be too obvious!

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