Before Hua Qing could respond, Mo Huaijin walked out of the room by herself.

After night in southern Xinjiang, the dark curtain hangs everywhere, and the villagers all go to bed early in order to save money on lamp oil. Hua Qing couldn't help frowning as she watched Mo Huaijin walk out of the door with a kerosene lamp uncherished.

"Hey, you know how to cook? If you don't know how to cook, go back and eat the rest of the chicken, don't waste my lamp oil, I don't have the money to buy it. ”

Mo Huaijin paused and smiled at her.

"Of course it will."

His fair face withdrew a smile and turned to walk towards the dark kitchen.

In the kitchen, there were still clams in the bucket that Hua Qing had not used up, and he was breathing with his white tongue at this time, there was a basket of eggs on the table, and the rest were left with some rice and beans.

Mo Huaijin frowned slightly, he never expected that this place in southern Xinjiang was so poor, and Hua Qing's kitchen didn't have any ingredients.

He sighed inwardly, put the kerosene lamp on the stove, and turned to scoop the clams out of the bucket and wash them.

He washed the pot and added water, and asked Hua Qing while making a fire:

"Are there green onions? I just saw a loofah in the courtyard, so pick one for me and come back! ”

Hua Qing nodded, didn't continue to watch him cook, lifted the corner of her skirt and went out.

After Mo Huaijin boiled the water, he added the clams to the pot, boiled them until they opened, took them out, and quickly found a plate, put the open clams into the plate, and then poured in the egg liquid and added it to eight points full.

By the time Hua Qing came back, he had already put the clams into the boiling water and steamed them in a pot.

"The ingredients you want."

Hua Qing placed the green onion and loofah on the board, and he skillfully peeled and cut the loofah into sections, and cut the green onion finely.

Soon, a burst of fragrance hit her nose, and the too-familiar fragrance made Hua Qing swallow her saliva violently.

"Lift the lid off."

Hua Qing let out an "oh" and obediently opened the lid of the pot, Mo Huaijin sprinkled the chopped green onion into the garnish, and hooked a thin layer of soy sauce on the surface of the egg custard, and then ordered Hua Qing to cover the pot.

"It's ready to come out of the pot."

That's what she's waiting for, God knows, she's completely defenseless against clams, and it seems that the scalscal's steamed clam eggs are even more fragrant than her mother's.

She changed her attitude and muttered:

"Then I'll take it back first."

"Wait."

As soon as his words fell, he saw that the loofah had been added to the boiling pot at some point, and it had been boiled until it was slightly transparent, and he added the open clams, mixed in a little salt, and put them into the soup bowl after boiling over high heat. Hua Qing saw a man cook for the first time in her life, and the evil thing is that this man cooks so elegantly.

The clothes are not dirty, and the movements are smooth. She was dumbfounded. Are you sure that the man in front of you who can cook is the disciple of Meng Lang just now?

"Give me light!"

"Huh?"

She was in a daze, Mo Huaijin took the kerosene lamp from the stove and handed it to her.

"I'll serve the food, you take the lamp."

"Oh, good."

Hua Qing nodded like pounding garlic, and followed him in small steps, but her mind was full of the clams in his hand, and at this time, the breeze was blowing, and the fragrance that reached her nose was so fragrant that she couldn't stand it, and she felt that the sleeping worms in her stomach were awakened by this fragrant wind, rushing into her body indiscriminately, scratching her unbearable.

"Come and eat!"

Mo Huaijin put the chopsticks on the chopsticks, and when Hua Qing heard it, she felt that this sentence was the best thing she had heard since she met him, and she laughed crookedly.

The index finger feasted on it with a big move, ignoring Mo Huaijin who was sitting next to him, and he didn't care about his eyes that fell on her as soft as moonlight.

"Eat slowly."

Mo Huaijin gave her a bowl of clam and loofah soup, and she drank a big bowl of "huhu".

"Hiccup......

She quickly covered her mouth.

"Hiccup......

I covered my mouth, but I couldn't stop hiccuping! After all, she had drunk two bowls of clam porridge in the evening, and now most of the clams on her plate have been wiped out, and she has also drunk two large bowls of soup.

Mo Huaijin laughed with a "flutter", there was infinite tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes, you must know that in the palace, women eat cautiously, with good manners, and the way she eats is so open, he really saw it for the first time in his life.

But seeing her eat so deliciously, he still felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart. He lowered his head and took a piece of chicken brought by Aunt Yang and put it in Hua Qing's bowl, but Hua Qing looked like he was facing a great enemy and hugged the bowl.

"I don't want it, Hiccup......"

"Hahahaha......"

Mo Huaijin couldn't help but laugh.

"You laugh...... Belch...... What the! ”

"Okay, I'm not smiling."

Hua Qing was a little annoyed, why did she eat so much, but the clams made by hooligans are really delicious! When you come across something delicious, it's really disrespectful to eat enough at once.

"You clean up the dishes! I can't move. ”

She felt like her belly was going to burst. Mo Huaijin just shook his head with a smile, and said with a doting smile:

"Good. Then you can rest first! ”

When Mo Huaijin came back after cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, Hua Qing had already fallen asleep on the table.

Hold on to the extreme and fall asleep quickly, this girl is really a strange person.

He felt very funny in his heart, and for a moment he forgot that he was still a prince in distress. Let them find it, he didn't think it was wrong to live with this little girl in this place, so he turned around and plugged in the latch.

There was only one bed in the room, and Hua Qing didn't go to bed to sleep, probably deliberately leaving the bed for him. He thought to himself that this stupid girl, fortunately he met him, a kind person like her, in case he met a bad person, it is estimated that he was sold for money and didn't know it.

He pulled out the bench and sat down beside her, looking at her with his chin propped up.

Under the yellow light of the kerosene lamp, she was as quiet as the cold pool water in late autumn, and he wanted to reach out to touch her smooth and white face, but suddenly thought of the angry appearance of deliberately teasing her during the day, so he smiled and withdrew his hand.

He picked her up from the bench, but she suddenly put her arms around his neck. muttered in his mouth:

"Mother, the clams are delicious."

......

The corners of Mo Huaijin's mouth hooked again. This girl is even dreaming about eating clams.

He put her on the bed, but saw that her hand was only a little strange, and he lifted her hand to realize that it was the color of the juice of the leaves.

He probably wouldn't have thought that the villagers in southern Xinjiang had the habit of crushing the branches and leaves to smear the wounds with duck gongqing no matter whether they were serious or minor, and he never knew that the villagers in southern Xinjiang were quite ineffective in terms of medical skills, so he didn't know that his wounds had the same color of herbs as Hua Qing's hands.