When Han Shen came out of washing, he saw Liang Xinyun caressing his chest and breathing hard.

He thought Liang Xinyun was not feeling well, and asked worriedly, "Mom, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Liang Xinyun glanced at him, "I'm not uncomfortable, I see you uncomfortable." ”

Han Shen: "......"

Liang Xinyun turned around and sat on the sofa, commanding Han Shen and said, "Look at the pot of chicken soup, you make the kitchen stink, I don't want to go in anyway, you just pray, I hope that when Momo comes back, this smell will disappear." ”

Han Shen said, "No." I bought the snail noodles with Momo's consent, and she wouldn't be able to stand the taste. ”

Liang Xinyun asked: "Momo has this smell on that pot, can she mind?" ”

Han Shen was speechless for a moment.

He can't really guarantee that.

Zhou Mo cares a lot about it, and it is also very strange, especially this pot, Zhou Mo is a thousand instructions, and she can't break it, which shows how much she attaches importance to it.

Now the pot is not broken, but it stinks......

But who knows, when the enamel pot cooks snail powder, the powder doesn't taste much, but the pot does taste good......

"Bang bang bang-"

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Liang Xinyun asked Han Shen: "Have you made a friend?" ”

"No," Han Shen frowned.

"Is it takeaway?" Liang Xinyun asked, and walked to open the door.

The moment she opened the door and saw the person outside the door, Liang Xinyun instantly smiled, "Ah, it's Momo." ”

But after a while, she couldn't laugh anymore, after all, the "stinky pot" was still stewing chicken in the kitchen.

The moment Han Shen saw Zhou Mo enter the door, his heart almost stopped.

He swore he had never been so nervous in his life.

When he fell in love with Zhou Mo before, he was called to the head teacher's office, and he was not nervous.

But facing Zhou Mo at this moment, he felt that a cold sweat was about to come down.

Zhou Mo looked at Han Shen's stiffness, his face was not right, and he couldn't help but have a cold attitude, "What's the matter, you're not happy to see me come back?" ”

"Happy, how can you not be happy?" Han Shen hurriedly stepped forward and took her bag and suitcase from Zhou Mo's hands.

Zhou Mo always felt that something was wrong with Han Shen, and cringed when facing her.

"Why are you back today? Didn't you say come back the day after tomorrow? Liang Xinyun pulled Zhou Mo into the house, settled the person on the sofa, and frantically gave Han Shen a look with his afterglow.

Han Shen put down his suitcase and hurriedly ran into the kitchen.

Zhou Mo looked at Han Shen's suspicious behavior, and his heart was inexplicably panicked.

But she still suppressed her emotions and replied to Liang Xinyun's words seriously: "My teacher said that there was nothing important tomorrow, so I will come back first." ”

"It's okay to come back," Liang Xinyun didn't have anything to say, and asked, "Do your parents know, did you tell them?" ”

"Not yet."

"When you go out and go home, you have to talk to your parents."

"Well, I'll tell them in a moment," Zhou Mo responded, taking out his mobile phone and sending a message to Liu Xiangru.

"Have you had dinner?"

"Nope."

"Didn't eat on the plane?"

"There is no food pairing on this flight."

"That's ......"

Liang Xinyun didn't know what to say, and the topic stopped abruptly.

Zhou Mo also felt weird, and always felt that Liang Xinyun was chatting awkwardly.

Suddenly there was a "bang" in the kitchen.

"I'll take a look," Zhou Mo was worried about what was going on, and hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen.

"No, Han Shen stewed soup, just let him watch it himself," Liang Xinyun followed behind Zhou Mo, trying to hold Zhou Mo.

However, Zhou Mo acted too quickly, and Liang Xinyun failed.

When Zhou Mo entered the kitchen, he saw Han Shen frantically sprinkling all kinds of condiments into the soup.

tangerine peel, star anise, Sichuan pepper, peppercorn......

Zhou Mo was shocked, "What are you...... In a stew? ”

"Momo, I'm ......" Han Shen held the bottle of pepper noodles in his hand, and he was at a loss for a moment, and he didn't know how to explain it.

He sprinkled too much pepper noodles, and the flying dust got into his nose, Han Shen and Zhou Mo couldn't hold back, and sneezed at the same time.

Zhou Mo hurriedly pinched his nose and snatched the pepper noodle bottle from Han Shen's hand.

"Are you making a soup or a dark dish?"

Pushing Han Shen aside from the stove, she hurriedly took the spoon next to her, took out half a spoon and poured it into the bowl, and tasted it simply, the taste was strange and heavy.

Zhou Mo hurriedly poured some boiling water from the kettle into the pot, trying to dilute the taste of the pot of soup.

"Momo ......"

Han Shen, who was standing on the side, was like a child who had made a mistake, and he didn't know what to say.

"You go out, I'll see if I can make amends."

She was about to bend down to look for salt in the cupboard.

Han Shen directly pulled Zhou Mo up.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Mo looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that he was weird today.

Zhou Mo was also nervous.

"I ......," Han Shen didn't know how to speak, "Did you taste the soup just now that it tasted weird?" ”

"It's a little, but it's okay, it should be a little lighter with water," Zhou Mo looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?" Is it because the chicken is not processed properly? ”

"No," Han Shen lowered his eyes: "Momo, I made a mistake." ”

Han Shen honestly and obediently admitted his mistakes.

Zhou Mo frowned, "What did you do?" ”

Han Shen pointed to the pot on the stove and said, "I use your pot." ”

Zhou Mo: "It's okay, this pot is used for stewing soup." ”

Han Shen bent down and opened the cabinet, "I still cooked it." ”

Zhou Mo lowered his head and saw the snail noodles inside, "I bought it with Shen Pan last time?" ”

"Well, I was going to cook and eat it with you," Han Shen said, "I used your pot to cook a pack yesterday, and your pot ...... It stinks......"

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, and didn't react for a moment to what Han Shen meant.

The pot stinks?

Han Shen explained: "I really didn't mean it, I thought I would just wash it, but it turned out to be ...... The smell can't be washed off. ”

Zhou Mo seemed to understand the significance of this pot of chicken soup appearing on the stove and Han Shen frantically adding condiments to the pot.

"You want to fight poison with poison?"

Han Shen touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "Almost." ”

Zhou Moyou was speechless.

She suffered from gains and losses in the imperial capital, and her mood was lost, as if she would no longer be able to have Han Shen in the next second, but Han Shen used her pot to cook snail noodles at home......

Zhou Mo really didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while.

Han Shen saw that Zhou Mo was not angry, but had a crying and laughing expression, and he asked cautiously, "You're not angry?" ”

"What about the pot?" Zhou Mo asked rhetorically.

"Well," Han Shen said, "I thought I was going to die." ”

"You are not as good as a pot in my heart."

Han Shen smiled reassuringly, pulled Zhou Mo in his arms, and complained: "Who knows? The points you care about are always so weird, I don't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool. ”

Being held in Han Shen's arms so quietly, the doubts and troubles in Zhou Mo's heart all dissipated.

She also enjoyed the comfort of the moment.

Her face rubbed against Han Shen's chest, and she raised her eyes and asked him, "You just saw that I was not enthusiastic at all, and I was nervous to death, just because I was afraid that I would find out that the pot smelled?" ”

Han Shen bit her earlobe, "Otherwise? I was scared to death when you came back suddenly. I've never been so nervous about my graduation defense. ”