"Okay then," Zhou Moruo nodded, "Then make mashed potatoes," she put down the rice, took a plate and handed it to Jiang Yanyan, "Put in what you cut,"

Jiang Lianyan took it, put the vegetables on the plate with a knife, he turned his head and said, "Are we cooking today?" ”

Zhou Moruo was putting the rice into the pot, she added water, "Yes, Aunt Zhang is so busy, I told her that I will do it, I didn't expect you to wake up, so let's help you,"

Jiang Lianyan brought the plate over, and when he saw Zhou Moruo lighting the fire with one hand, he hurriedly put down the plate and came over, "I'll come,"

Zhou Moruo raised her peach eyebrows, "Will you make a fire?" ”

"Don't underestimate me," Jiang Lianyan picked up the branch and pressed the lighter with his other hand, "Isn't it just to light a fire?" ”

However, the fire burned a little and then extinguished, leaving only sporadic sparks, Jiang Lianyan was silent for a while, "I'll try again,"

Zhou Moruo looked at him with one arm in his arms, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile,

After several attempts in succession and still unsuccessful, Jiang Lianyan pursed his lips, he stood up, "I'd better go wash the vegetables,"

Zhou Moruo endured and endured, and finally couldn't help laughing,

After burning the porridge, Zhou Moruo commanded Jiang Lianyan to help her stir-fry,

"Drain the oil,"

"The oil is hot, put the vegetables,"

"Soy sauce, vinegar ,......"

Jiang Yanyan was in a hurry, he carried all kinds of cruet bottles and poured them, Zhou Moruo finally said, "It's okay, put some water,"

Jiang Lianyan took a shovel and stir-fried, covered the lid, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his head, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Moruo looked at him and smiled, "Why is it like a war when you stir-fry a dish?"

Jiang Lianyan glanced at her, raised his hand and looked at the back of his hand, which was splashed with oil just now.

Zhou Moruo also saw a patch of red on the back of his hand, she stretched out her hand, "Give it to me,"

Jiang Yanyan was blowing into his hand and looked at her suspiciously, "What are you doing?" ”

Zhou Moruo smiled, simply got up from the stool, reached out and grabbed Jiang Yanyan's wrist, "Your wound needs to be anti-inflammatory,"

She pulled Jiang Lianyan into the house, lowered her head and took out a small bag from her backpack, in which she put a few band-aids and anti-inflammatory ointments,

Jiang Yanyan was a little surprised, "You actually bring these things?" ”

"Just in case," Zhou Moruo dipped a cotton swab in ointment and applied it to his hands, "I checked what I needed on the Internet before I came, and I really used it,"

The ointment was cold on her hands, but the wrist that was held by Zhou Moruo was hot, Jiang Yanyan broke away from her hand, "Okay,"

Zhou Moruo sighed and put things away, "It's really indifferent, I'll help you apply ointment, and you won't be allowed to scratch your wrists, alas,"

Jiang Yanyan coughed, "Let's go out to cook,"

Zhou Moruo didn't tease him anymore, got up and was about to go out, when he suddenly saw someone walking in from the gate,

Her mind turned at the moment, and she suddenly bent down, clutched her stomach and said, "Ah, it hurts,"

Jiang Yanyan immediately went over to support her, "What's wrong?" Didn't ......."

Before the words fell, Zhou Moruo suddenly grabbed his waist, clasped his head and raised his head, and kissed him on the lips.

The moment she came up, Jiang Lianyan subconsciously closed his eyes, was silent for two seconds, and he opened his eyes suddenly,

Zhou Moruo closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled, like butterfly wings.

With a "bang", Kong Fanyin broke into the door, and she was stunned by the scene in front of her, "What are you doing!" ”