Qu Jincun rested his head on his arm, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly at the tall buildings outside the window, and he didn't know what he was throwing a tantrum.

In the past, Gujing Wubo's mood seemed to be impossible to get back, but now although it tastes good, he still feels a little lacking something.

There is no shortage of food or clothing, what is he missing?

I can't say it myself.

However, at this moment, Qu Jincun is insufficient, this is certain.

The gray sunlight shone through the deep fog in front of the bed, not bright or dim, but he just felt that his heart was hot.

Lying down for a while, he really couldn't tell the anxiety that he couldn't say, Qu Jincun took off his heavy home clothes, put on a short-sleeved T-shirt and silk cotton pajama pants, and went out of the room very coolly.

He himself felt stuffy in his room for a long time, during which time Molly ignored him and didn't even knock on the door.

But in fact, he only stayed for less than half an hour before he came out, and Molly's lunch had just been prepared.

Qu Jincun had a gloomy face, plopped and sat at the dining table in the dining room, his beautiful lips were slightly pursed aggrievedly, his eyes were staring at the marble pattern on the dining table, and his long eyelashes blinked very slowly and slowly.

"Eat dumplings at noon today," Molly heard the noise he made and turned to look at him with a smile, "Soba." ”

It is a kind of food made from buckwheat noodles in the north. It is rumored that Jingang dumpling noodles were introduced from Shaanxi in the early Ming Dynasty. At first, soba noodles were used as the main ingredient, and the mutton soup was boiled with cooked mutton and chopped green onions.

Molly didn't plan to make broth today, the beef noodles she ate yesterday were already very greasy, and today she ate light Yangchun dumplings, and she gave Dr. Qu, who was upset at first sight, to go to the heart fire.

After Molly squeezed the light brown dough with a mold, thin light brown noodles emerged, and she quickly cut off the noodles into the pot, and I don't know what was put in the pot, a mellow and clear complex fragrance, and as soon as the noodles were put into the pot, the unique mushroom flavor of buckwheat flour escaped.

Qing Lingling's soup is covered with white bean sprouts, and there are buckwheat noodles that spiral in the shape of threads, except for three or two emerald green coriander leaves, the whole bowl of noodles is not a little superfluous.

"Can I eat this?" Qu Jincun was temporarily diverted by the dumpling brand in front of him, and wrinkled his nose and sniffed like a curious little animal, "The smell seems to be a little strange." ”

"Weird?" Molly smiled when she heard this, "This is the taste of grain in the bitter cold land, eat it, clear your heart." ”

There were a few oil stars floating on the water of the clear soup, exuding a good smell of sesame oil, Qu Jincun saw that Molly had already started on his own, and he also picked a chopstick noodle with a little hesitation and slowly put it in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the dumplings are refreshing, smooth and smooth, mixed with crunchy bean sprouts, neutralized by sesame oil, and embellished with the taste of coriander, which makes people feel clear almost as soon as they enter the mouth.

The baked dumplings bounce around in the mouth, different from the kind of bounce of wheat noodles, the bombs of the dumplings are still a little sticky with a desire to refuse and welcome, and they are more chewy when chewing, because the noodles are very thin, absorbing enough soup, the soup is very delicious, even if it is not as mellow as the broth, but it is also another very layered soup.

Qu Jincun ate a mouthful of dumplings, drank a mouthful of noodle soup, bean sprouts jumped in his mouth, gradually, he ate with interest, and after he couldn't finish a bowl, another bowl came.

Molly ate less, and had already put down the empty dishes and chopsticks, and sat quietly next to him waiting for him to finish.

There was no talk, and there was a very mellow and tranquil taste in the small restaurant.

It's pleasant.

Very comfortable.

made Qu Jincun quite nostalgic.

So, when he put down the dishes and chopsticks, he gently pressed Molly's hand as she got up and came over to clean up the table for him...... And that's no surprise.

It can be said that Qu Jincun believes that it is very logical to proceed to this step.

Molly didn't know why, until Qu Jincun stood up and put his arms around her shoulders dangerously, she was still a little confused.

- Forgive her for being an ignorant fledgling who has never been in close contact with a young man in the real world, and has only been in contact with a big boy, Qu Jincun, in the dream space.

She didn't even see that Qu Jincun was planning to kiss her.

It wasn't until her soft, slightly oily lips touched the corners of Molly's mouth that her eyes widened in surprise.

What are you doing?

Molly's lips squirmed, but she didn't make a sound.

The two were so close that they could almost lift their eyelashes to meet each other's eyes.

Qu Jincun's eyes were half-open and half-closed, his eyes were firm, and his fingers were getting tighter and tighter.

He pecked the corner of Molly's lips tentatively, and found that the other party was stiff and motionless, looking petrified.

So Qu Jincun naturally thought that she was acquiescing, and broke Molly's two lips the second time, trying to blend in with her.

Suddenly coming to her senses, Molly pushed him away with all her might.

The eyes of the two exchanged eyes in mid-air, she was shocked and inexplicably full of questions, but Qu Jincun's intentions were firm and could not be turned around.

After a while, Qu Jincun looked at the girl in front of him calmly, and once again held her shoulder, and pressed her against the refrigerator door without waiting for her to come up with a way to dodge, let alone give her a chance to fall over her shoulder.

With his body.