"This... has nothing to do with me." Zhou Mo asked.

Liang Xinyun didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Liu Xiangru and Zhou Zheng looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment.

It was Han Chen who spoke up, "Momo, do you accept me?"

Zhou Mo was shocked.

What did Han Chen mean by this? Confessing his feelings to her in public?

Han Chen's serious and harmless expression made it difficult to tell whether it was real or fake.

Even his mother Liang Xinyun, the person who knew him best, was frightened by Han Chen's sudden serious words.

I used to think that Han Chen was a straightforward person who could never adapt himself. This time, Han Chen did adapt himself, but this was too straightforward, too simple, wasn't it?

Zhou Mo pretended to be calm and was not easily fooled by Han Chen's words. She asked, "Accept what from you?"

"My explanation just now." Han Chen answered seriously.

The conversation took too sudden a turn.

Liang Xinyun, Liu Xiangru and Zhou Zheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt sorry.

Zhou Mo thought to herself, she knew it.

How could Han Chen openly propose to her in front of both sets of parents?

In other words, Han Chen is extremely tight-lipped and is not the type to say such things.

Zhou Mo rolled his eyes at him. "It doesn't make any sense to explain or not. Why don't we just enjoy this dumpling meal? At least Aunt Liang and my parents will be happy, right?"

Liang Xinyun quickly responded with a smile, "That's right, Momo is right."

After Zhou Mo said this, Liang Xinyun also understood what Zhou Mo meant.

For Zhou Mo, it would be useless even if Liang Xinyun pressed Han Chen's head and made him kneel down and swear. Xu Qingli was not the key to the problem.

Han Chen's thoughts are the key to the problem.

Han Chen is not smart, so no matter how much he says, it's all nonsense.

It would be better for everyone to have a good meal of dumplings together. At least the two families can be lively and happy.

Zhou Mo's attitude has softened.

Liang Xinyun was very happy.

This time, Liu Xiangru prepared three kinds of fillings: leeks and eggs, mushrooms and shrimps, and pork and Chinese spinach. Five people worked together to make more than two hundred to three hundred dumplings.

Zhou Mo was busy rolling out the dough, and his palms were almost blistered by the rolling pin.

During this time, Zhou Zheng happened to go to the kitchen to get something.

Seeing Zhou Mo still rolling out the dumpling wrappers, he asked distressedly, "Does your hand hurt?"

Zhou Mo put down the rolling pin, held up the palm of her hand, and showed Zhou Zheng her thenar muscles. She complained coquettishly, "Look, it's all red, and it feels like it's going to blister."

Zhou Zheng turned her palm over and looked at the red patch on it, feeling really distressed.

"You go make the dumplings, and I'll take care of the rest," Zhou Zheng said.

"No, it'll be done in no time. Besides, you're not as good at rolling out dumpling wrappers as I am. Be careful or you'll get scolded by my mom."

Zhou Zheng: "Hasn't your mother scolded me enough over the years? You go out, I'll do it. It's just a dumpling wrapper. I can make it into a zongzi and cook it and it's still edible."

Zhou Mo burst out laughing.

Dumplings are wrapped like rice dumplings. It’s a good thing Zhou Zheng could find such a description.

Zhou Mo jokingly said, "Then I'll just celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival in advance."

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "Go ahead."

Zhou Mo left the kitchen and came to the dining room.

Seeing her coming, Liu Xiangru picked up a dumpling wrapper and gave it to her, "Make it."

Zhou Mo complained, "My hand hurts."

Liu Xiangru glared at her and said, "You've only done a little work and your hands are hurting. What's wrong?"

Zhou Mo curled his lips, "My hand really hurts, look."

She extended her hand to Liu Xiangru.

Liu Xiangru slapped Zhou Mo's palm hard.

"Oh, Mom, it hurts," Zhou Mo shouted in dissatisfaction.

Liang Xinyun looked distressed and quickly pulled Zhou Mo's hand, saying, "Come, come here and let me see."

Zhou Mo spread out her palms and said, "Auntie, look, it's all red."

Liang Xinyun rubbed it a few times and said, "It must be red now. I rolled out so many dumpling wrappers. Let me knead them for you. Thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Mo chuckled and took Liang Xinyun's arm, "Aunt Liang is still the best."

Liang Xinyun was much happier after hearing this. "It's really good to have a daughter. She can act coquettishly and say a few words, which can make people happy."

Liu Xiangru gave Zhou Mo a cold look and said, "Xin Yun, don't be fooled by her. She just wants to be lazy and gain your sympathy."

Zhou Mo was exposed and argued, "I didn't."

"If you don't have any, come and make dumplings," Liu Xiangru stuffed the dumpling wrappers into Zhou Mo's hand.

Zhou Mo suddenly became stubborn, "I don't want to wrap it anymore."

Liu Xiangru was about to scold her when Han Chen suddenly took the dumpling wrappers from Zhou Mo and started wrapping them himself.

"I'll help you." Han Chen said.

Everyone present, including Zhou Mo, was slightly stunned.

When Liu Xiangru saw that Han Chen took over Zhou Mo's job, she didn't know what to say.

There wasn’t much left and the filling was almost finished.

She simply said, "Han Chen, let your mother and I take care of this finishing work. You and Momo can sit in the living room for a while."

Liang Xinyun also said, "Yes, Han Chen, you two go to the living room to watch TV, and your Aunt Liu and I will finish. I'll call you when the dumplings are cooked."

Han Chen looked at the three empty bowls of dumpling filling, stood up and said, "Okay."

Zhou Mo had long stopped wanting to wrap it because her hands were really sore. After getting permission from Liu Xiangru and Liang Xinyu, she happily ran to the living room and turned on the TV without hesitation.

Han Chen also followed and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch Han Chen change channels.

Zhou Mo asked, "What do you want to see?"

Han Chen stood up, walked a few steps and sat beside her.

Zhou Mo felt the sofa beside her sink, her alarm bells rang, but she didn't dare to speak. "What are you doing?"

Liu Xiangru and Liang Xinyun were still making dumplings at the dining table, but there was a corner between the dining table and the living room. At this moment, the corner of the sofa where Zhou Mo and Han Chen were sitting could not be seen from the dining room.

Han Chen deliberately moved very close and sat side by side with Zhou Mo.

"Are you crazy?" Zhou Mo asked silently in horror.

Han Chen smiled and whispered, "Let me see your hand."

Zhou Mo looked at him suspiciously, "Why should I show it to you?"

Han Chen: "Didn't you say your hand hurts?"

Zhou Mo thought Han Chen was crazy. He had said something so easy to cause misunderstandings between the two parents before, and now both parents were in the living room, and he was acting so intimately...

Without waiting for Zhou Mo's reaction, Han Chen directly pulled Zhou Mo's hand, turned it upwards, observed it carefully, and pressed her thenar muscle with his fingers.

"It's okay, no blisters." Han Chen took Zhou Mo's hand, lowered his head and blew on it, then raised his eyes and asked her: "Does it still hurt?"

Zhou Mo's palms felt slightly cool, and then became hot.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Zhou Mo turned away, not daring to look at Han Chen. She pulled her hand back and said, "I was just saying that. I was joking with my mom."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Han Chen asked leisurely.

"What should I tell you?" Zhou Mo didn't understand.

"Tell me your hands hurt and you don't want to roll out the dumpling wrappers. Let me do it instead. I'll help you and Aunt Liu won't say anything to you."

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing, his heart inexplicably filled, "Do you feel so sorry for me?"

Han Chen raised his eyelids, and his beautiful eyes captured her tenderly for a moment, "What else?"

Zhou Mo didn't expect him to admit it so generously.