Chapter 49

It started to snow outside the house. This time, the snow flakes were relatively small, and soon a soft layer was spread.

When it snows, the sky and the earth are silent, and the lead-grey sky and the white snow are interwoven into a peaceful picture.

There is heating in the house, and the appliances in the kitchen are all black, white and gray, which matches the snow scene.

Lin Mo forgot to glance at the snow outside the window, lowered his head, removed the grease and impurities from the chicken, and washed it under the tap.

The whole young and tender chicken, the soup will be very fragrant, and it is very suitable for soup in winter. After Lin Mo cleaned the chicken, put it into the pot and boil it on high heat, skim off the foam and oil, and then add simple ginger slices and green onions. Knots, berries, etc.

After cooking for a while, Lin Mo took out the whole chicken and put it in a casserole, and poured a piece of soup into it and simmered over low heat.

"This will take more than an hour to simmer. I'll cook a few more dishes."

Lin Mo seemed to be explaining to the person at the door, and seemed to be talking to himself.

Xue Luhe's voice came again:

"Be careful, don't cut your hands."

Lin Mo nodded, the knife under his hand became slower and slower, and it took a long time to cut a broccoli and put it on the vegetable plate.

When Lin Mo prepared the raw materials for the three dishes, the chicken soup began to smell slightly.

Xue Luhe said in admiration,

"It's so fragrant, I never found out that you are so powerful before."

Lin Mo turned around and smiled playfully,

"I didn't expect that, I also lived a hard life, and I used to cook when I was working. "..."

She said it casually, completely forgetting that she is now the eldest young lady Lin Mo, no longer the little white-collar worker with a heart attack who was struggling to survive.

Xue Luhe still had some doubts:

"Have you been to work before? Isn't it right?"

Lin Mo poured oil under her hand and smiled:

"Ah, I was wrong, I used to use kitchen appliances in the dormitory with my classmates when I was in school. My roommates like to cook by themselves, so I also learned a little bit, just now I said that going to school is going to work hahaha..."

Xue Luhe was even more puzzled:

"But when you were in college, you rented a house since you were a big student. Can you get along with your roommates?"

Lin Mo almost bit his tongue, just as the dish was cooked, and there was a stinging sound of oily smoke, and the sound of oil and fresh vegetables was very seductive, and it seemed to make Lin Mo adjust the topic. opportunity.

"That's because some friends like to cook... Alas, these appliances in your kitchen are very useful. Send me a link to the casserole if you have time!"

Xue Luhe was still thinking about how Lin Mo learned to cook when he was in college. She felt that this was as full of doubts as Lin Mo, but she also knew that now was not the time to delve into it.

She smiled and said,

"Okay, I'll let Xu Lu send it to you."

Lin Mo moved with both hands, holding the pot in his left hand and the spatula in his right hand. She had been replaced long ago, and Xue Luhe would definitely be able to eat her alive.

After all, what Xue Luhe was looking at was his childhood friend, Lin Mo in the original book, and he had nothing to do with him.

An hour later, Lin Mo lifted the lid of the casserole, and the strong smell of chicken was rushing over in an instant, filling the entire large kitchen.

Even Xue Luhe, who had been sitting peacefully at the door, was not calm anymore. He pressed the wheelchair button and came to the pot to have a look. He praised sincerely,

"It's really fragrant!"

Lin Mo remembered the famous GIF on the Internet for some reason and couldn't help it. jokingly said:

"I, Xue Luhe, starved to death today. I jumped off the cliff, and I would never eat the rice you made, Lin Mo! When the rice is out of the pot, it's really delicious!"

Xue Luhe blinked and looked puzzled.

Lin Mo spread his hands and smiled helplessly:

"It really is an old man, how come you don't know about such a famous Zhenxiang stalk."

Xue Luhe silently wrote down this matter, and plans to find Xu Lu to check it later.

She took the soup spoon and wanted to help Lin Mo scoop the chicken soup, so scared that Lin Mo grabbed the soup spoon with her hand, and shouted in a series:

"You hurry up, forget it, be careful with your hand, what if you get burned? Do it! Go out quickly, just wait at the dining table, I'll be ready soon!"

Xue Luhe stepped back while pressing the wheelchair, not only was he not angry, but also showed a sweet smile when the things in his hands were taken away.

If Mu Fei was here at the moment, she would probably be scared to jump out of the window and run away. After all, the better Xue Luhe smiled before, the more terrifying things would happen next.

But now, Xue Luhe just smiled and replied,

"Okay." She

went back to the restaurant obediently and sat at the table to wait.

As cute as a schoolboy.

Lin Mo finished the soup, and then brought out the fried dishes one by one, filled two bowls of rice, slightly placed the plate on the table, took out the apron and sat down.

There were two cups of hot milk tea in front of the two of them. This was also made by Lin Mo himself. He used black tea and fresh milk that he had found in the cupboard. It was all natural, only chocolate was added.

The steaming brown milk tea is fragrant and silky, and the entrance is extremely smooth, warming from the throat to the heart.

The table is even more lively. The golden yellow and clear chicken soup is packed in a large white porcelain pot, surrounded by fish-flavored shredded pork, fried king oyster mushrooms with broccoli, and lettuce mashed potato salad, colorful and very appetizing.

"I'll just do something casual, combine Chinese and Western, don't dislike it!"

Lin Mo said this, and he was actually proud of himself. He felt that he did a very good job on this table today, and it was really full of flavors and flavors!

Is there any magic in Xue Luhe's kitchen, or was Chef Wang blessed yesterday? Lin Mo felt that his cooking skills had suddenly risen to a new level.

Xue Luhe first added a chopstick of fish-flavored shredded pork and put it into his mouth. After chewing it slowly, his eyes lit up:

"It's delicious, very delicious!"

Lin Mo touched her cheek, feeling a little unbearable:

" It's so delicious. You don't have to be so exaggerated, you haven't eaten anything good, and I know how good I am, so you can just praise it, it will make me feel a little fake..."

Xue Luhe ignored her and moved gracefully. However, he quickly continued to add vegetables, and one bite after another quickly ate a lot.

"The salad is also good... Well, the broccoli is crispy, and the chicken is very fragrant! It would be even better if you could make a dipping sauce with sand tea sauce!"

Lin Mo thought that Xue Luhe was just talking clichés, but now she was stunned when she saw it.

Xue Luhe is too serious about what he eats, so serious that he doesn't even have time to praise himself as a chef, so patronize and eat! Is it really that delicious?

Lin Mo took a piece of chicken and tasted it by himself. Although it was fragrant and comfortable, it was just as delicious as it was ordinary. It really wasn't as good as what the chef did yesterday.

Xue Luhe soon began to sweat a little on his forehead, his eyes were bright, his cheeks were red, and his lips were full and beautiful.

Her chopsticks moved quickly, Lin Mo admired the beauty for a while, and when she lowered her head again, half of the dishes on the table had gone.

"As for what?"

Lin Mo couldn't help but ask.

"It's very similar to the dishes made by an old aunt when I was a child... I like it very much, it feels like home."

Xue Luhe swallowed the food in her mouth, looked up at Lin Mo, and there was something sparkling in her eyes.

"But this isn't the first time you've eaten the food I made... Isn't this reaction a bit exaggerated?"

Lin Mo didn't know what to say.

"You only made soup before."

Xue Luhe said a few words, and began to scoop soup for herself with a spoon, scooping a bowl and then scooping another bowl for Lin Mo, and even put a lot of meat in Lin Mo's bowl.

Lin Mo held the bowl full of broth, and for some reason seemed to feel the feeling of being fed by her grandmother... The

two raced against time, and the guests and host enjoyed a meal. Lin Mo's stomach was round and paralyzed. Can't move on the sofa.

Xue Luhe was responsible for the follow-up matters. In fact, it was just stuffing everything into the dishwasher. Lin Mo wanted to do it by himself, but Xue Luhe just stopped him.

"The doctor said that I should keep a moderate amount of exercise, it is better to let me not work."

Xue Luhe said the righteous words strictly, and Lin Mo also let her go.

She sat on the sofa watching the variety show on TV, and smiled.

After Xue Luhe finished packing, she pushed her wheelchair and came out of the kitchen. She saw Lin Mo laughing at a glance.

The window is covered in silver, and the white world is clean and pure.

The interior is bright and warm, with loved ones laughing casually on the sofa.

This picture is so beautiful that it doesn't look real, so beautiful that Xue Luhe's heart throbbed slightly.

She didn't move forward, but stopped there and looked at Lin Mo, staring for a long time.

Lin Mo was immersed in the variety show, and laughed like a fool, almost forgot where he was. When he realized it, he saw the owner of the house, Xue Luhe, standing there dumbfounded.

"Come here, this variety show is funny. Watching TV after dinner will help digestion. Come and watch.

"

She couldn't get on the sofa herself, and there was no need to get there, so she leaned in front of the sofa beside Lin Mo.

Lin Mo touched Xue Luhe's arm as soon as her leg shook, and she quickly retracted her leg.

But he felt that Xue Luhe's wheelchair was leaning towards him again, and that arm even touched his leg.

Lin Mo felt that half of his body was numb for a moment, he didn't dare to move at all, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look.

The heart is beating wildly, but it is not the kind of fear, but the taste is unspeakable... There is some expectation?

After all, this is at Xue Luhe's house... What does Xue Luhe want to be so close to him? Will you touch yourself? What if she touches herself? What is the nearest escape route?

Thousands of thoughts were already running through Lin Mo's mind. After waiting for a long time, the variety show was over, but Xue Luhe still didn't move. She just used her bare arms to gently press against the fabric of her trousers. Lin Mo's thigh.

Lin Mo couldn't hold back, and by watching the variety show, she pretended to slap her thigh excitedly:

"Ah, ah, who is really handsome!"

She slapped it over and slapped it on Xue Luhe's arm, making a loud noise "Clap" sound.

It's over... Acting while watching variety shows is too demanding for me, and I can't control my strength. Now I'm playing a big game!

Lin Mo stole a glance at Xue Luhe's tender white arm, and always felt that he could see signs of swelling.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I was so excited, I accidentally hit you, what should I do? Do you have iodine or something in your house?"

Lin Mo stood up and apologized, looking around, trying to find someone at home Medicine, give it first and then talk about it.

But Xue Luhe reached out and touched her arm that was hit:

"It doesn't matter, I don't hurt, it's alright. What about you, does your palm hurt? It was very hard just now, don't hurt your hand?"

Lin Mo I wanted to hide my hands behind my back, but I didn't have time.

Xue Luhe had already reached out, grabbed her hand firmly, held it with both of her own, and observed it carefully.

"Well, it's really red. Clap your hands carefully in the future. There is very little flesh on your hands, and it hurts a lot."

Lin Mo felt that Xue Luhe's palms must have been reddened by Xue Luhe, otherwise why would even his face be red? .

Xue Luhe stared at Lin Mo's hand and thought for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and blew at Lin Mo's palm.

There was a chill, followed by an even more sultry and scorching heat.

Xue Luhe didn't stop, grabbing Lin Mo's hand and blowing into her palm one after another.

Lin Mo blew it from the palm of his hand, every blood vessel and every cell was itchy, sore, jumping around, and the blood all over his body was hot and cold.

She couldn't help but squeezed her throat and said softly, "Okay

... don't blow... it's too itchy, I can't stand it..."

Xue Luhe stopped blowing and raised her eyes to look at Lin, who was flushed with a strange expression. foam.

She suddenly chuckled:

"You are still as sensitive as before..."