Before Liu could get close, he was blown away by Shen Mochu's palm wind more than a meter away. The whole person was paralyzed on the ground, and if it weren't for the fact that his eyes could still roll, he thought he was a dead man.

Chu Laohan and Chu Lao Er hurriedly went over to help Liu up.

"You don't even let go of a pregnant woman, what a bamboo shoot?"

Chu Lao Er pointed at Shen Mochu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and scolded, because of the man's obscenity, he held back this sentence for a long time.

After this toss, the son in Liu's belly didn't know if he could keep it.

"My daughter-in-law said that she didn't care about people who were about to die, and I listened to my daughter-in-law to keep her breathing"

Shen Mochu's wind palm just now only used one percent of the internal force, otherwise the Liu family would have lost his breath a long time ago.

Chu Lao Er was angry, and he wanted to argue a few words, but he saw Shen Mochu's palm slashing into the tree behind him with a strong palm wind, and the thick tree broke off at the waist, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Frightened, Chu Laohan and Chu Laoer's hairs stood up, and the two of them carried Liu without saying a word, and walked quickly towards the outside of the courtyard.

Old man Chu secretly swore that he would never come to this place for the rest of his life. It's horrible.

Chu Qingchen looked at Shen Mochu's handsome back, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, feeling very happy to be protected.

She has always been making money to support her family and protect her two children, she has rushed to the forefront, and since Shen Mo first woke up, she seems to have a backing.

"Yuanbao, how old are you, you still want your mother to hug you, don't hurry down"

Shen Mo first saw his daughter lying on Chu Qingchen's shoulder and behaved like a cat, the woman hugged her for a while, but the girl still refused to come down, he was worried that the woman was tired.

"The bad birds in the mother's forest are gone, let me go, Yuanbao is not afraid"

Yuanbao hugged his mother's neck and said in a small milk voice, blinking at his mother with a pair of big black grape-like eyes.

Chu Qingchen's heart was budded, and he let go of his daughter.

"Don't be ruined by a few bad birds, my mother made a lot of money today, and I will add chicken legs to you at night"

"Okay, there's meat to eat, mother, mother, heart"

As soon as Yuanbao heard that there was meat to eat, all his worries were gone, and the fright just now was swept away.

Yuanbao pursed his lips and sold cuteness, stretched out two fingers and made a heart-to-heart gesture with his mother.

"Momoda"

Chu Qingchen also pouted and kissed in the air, and also made a gesture of heart.

Shen Mochu looked at the mother and daughter from the side, and he was so tired that he couldn't see it.

"Yuanbao Daddy is here"

Yuanbao walked past with a little short-legged fart.

"What's the matter with Daddy?"

Shen Mochu awkwardly learned the gestures of his daughter, and made a heart-to-heart movement.

"What does this gesture mean?"

"It's like a heart, which means I love you"

Yuanbao compared his heart to his father, and explained in a soft and cute voice.

"What do you mean by that pout?"

Shen Mochu gave full play to it, and if he didn't understand, he had to ask.

He just wanted to know more about the woman and have some common language with her.

"Dad, what do you say, just kiss me, Dad, you are an old man, hasn't my mother talked to you?"

Yuanbao's chubby little fleshy face is very disdainful.

Why doesn't Dad know anything? It's far worse than my mother.

Shen Mochu's face was black, and he couldn't care about children.

Still struggling with what the old hat means?

Chu Qingchen's woman was full of tricks, and she had a few words he had never heard before.

Momoda, old hat, interesting.

"Dad, don't take your sister's words to heart, she also learned it from her mother last night"

Tuan Bao walked over and comforted his father.

"Well, in the future, you will learn some new words from your mother, come and tell your father"

Shen Mochu explained with a serious look, as if he was talking about something very important.

"Son Understands"

Tuan Bao was stunned for a moment and promised.

"By the way, Dad thought about it for a while, but he didn't think about what the old hat meant? Tuanbao you say"

Tuanbao's little head melon spun rapidly, and he decided to cheat his father.

"This means that you are very good."

Shen Mo remembered it at the beginning, the old hat is very powerful, and it means that the cow is broken.

He rocked his wheelchair into the back kitchen, and without saying a word, he came to the stove pit and skillfully lit a fire.

Chu Qingchen was cutting lean meat on the wooden cutting board, and turned his head to look at Shen Mochu, who was burning the fire.

Probably happiness is to have someone who can help her make a fire while she is cooking.

Chu Qingchen put a large slice of sliced tenderloin in salt, soy sauce, green onions, and ginger to marinate for a while.

Pour some canola oil into the pan. She wants to make meat wrapped in a pot, and pour more oil into it to fry the meat.

Shen Mochu took a look into the pot, good guy, is this woman's hands shaking? Half a barrel of oil was poured in.

He thoughtfully picked up a long-roded iron spoon and reached into the pot to scoop the oil and pour it into the ceramic jar with oil on the side.

"Shen Mochu, what are you doing?"

Chu Qingchen looked puzzled, and when he saw that he was still going to scoop the oil in the pot, he quickly grabbed his hand and stopped it.

Shen Mochu felt a pair of weak and boneless little hands on the back of his hand, and felt a little strange in his heart, looking back at the woman's fair and delicate face, her eyes were as clear as water, with a little ignorance, and she also looked at him.

The woman was so close to him, and the nice smell of jasmine on his body filled the tip of his nose, and he moved his Adam's apple, only to feel his mouth dry.

"You shake your hands and stir-fry so much oil, do you want to get tired of dying and not pay for your life?"

"Big brother, have you ever seen someone who put so much oil in the stir-fry, I want to fry the meat, do you understand the frying?"

Chu Qingchen looked at him with a strange expression. It's like looking at an old hat who has never seen the world.

There is no such thing as fried in this dynasty?

"Fried? Fried meat is not tired of death, I only know that cooking is cooked, boiled, fried, never heard of frying, rare"

Shen Mochu said truthfully, he wanted to see what delicious food women could make.

"It's over, it's over, it's all your fault, the pot is smoking, Shen Mochu didn't put out the fire soon, waiting for the oil to catch fire"

Chu Qingchen's face was puffed up, and he was angry and angry.

I just patronized and talked to Shen Mochu, I forgot to look at the pot, Shen Mochu burned well, and the oil was turned over in the blink of an eye.

Shen Mo was angry when he saw her for the first time, and in order to make up for his mistake, he fanned a palm technique like the wind, and used seventy percent of his internal force on the palm technique, fanning away the flames, and the fire that was still burning vigorously was extinguished in an instant.

Chu Qingchen gave him a strange look.

The palm wind extinguishes the fire, and Shen Mochu can think of it.

"Chenchen, don't be angry, I put out the fire with one palm, isn't it a dirty old hat"

Shen Mochu looked at the woman seriously with a pair of deep Danfeng eyes, with an expression that was about to praise me.

The corners of Chu Qingchen's mouth twitched, Shen Mochu is not sick, is he feverish? Or did you take the wrong medicine?

"That pot is almost cold, the oil temperature has dropped, the trouble is to raise the fire, this oil temperature is just right to fry the meat"

Chu Qingchen glanced at the pot, the oil was no longer bubbling, and he estimated the oil temperature of fifty or sixty percent.

Shen Mochu also cooperated, obediently lighting a fire and drawing firewood.

Chu Qingchen wrapped the marinated pot meat in starch paste, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into the pot, and fried it.

Shen Mochu was busy adding firewood to the stove pit, and he didn't forget to raise his eyes to look at Chu Qingchen's focused fried meat.

The battered meat was tumbling up and down in the bubbling pan.

After a while, a burst of meat aroma wafted out of the pot, and the aroma of fried meat was particularly gluttonous.