Zhou Mo and Liang Xinyun looked at Han Chen.

Liang Xinyun took off her rubber gloves and handed them to Han Chen along with the rag without hesitation, "Go wash it."

Han Chen took it in a daze: "..."

Love is all routine.

The two of them were being polite to each other, waiting for him to take the bait.

Han Chen admitted defeat.

There is no way to refuse to admit defeat. With his biological mother and wife, how can he resist?

He obediently went to the kitchen to deal with the "sins" he had committed some time ago.

Zhou Mo watched Han Chen walk into the kitchen obediently and chuckled secretly with his hands covering his lips.

Liang Xinyun pulled her over and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Zhou Mo thought for a moment and said, "I don't have anything in particular I want to eat. I'll just eat whatever's available."

Liang Xinyun: "How about making a fish and then some braised shrimp? Or crayfish? Which one do you like?"

Zhou Mo thought for a moment and said, "Crayfish are too troublesome to handle."

Liang Xinyun: "It's okay, Han Chen is here."

Zhou Mo: “…”

Seeing that Zhou Mo had no objection, Liang Xinyun immediately shouted to the kitchen: "Han Chen, after you finish washing, go buy some crayfish. Momo wants some."

"I understand." Han Chen's voice came faintly from the kitchen.

"Eat some fruit?" Liang Xinyun continued, "I bought some mulberries. They were just released today at the supermarket. I saw quite a lot of people buying them. They all said they were very sweet."

"It's the season for mulberries," Zhou Mo said without realizing it, smiling, "I want to try some."

"I've washed them all," Liang Xinyu took out a plate of mulberries from the refrigerator, pulled Zhou Mo to the living room, and quickly turned on the TV. Zhou Mo felt the service was comparable to that of Haidilao throughout the whole process.

This also flattered her.

Liang Xinyun handed the remote control to Zhou Mo, "Play whatever you want to watch."

Zhou Mo waved his hands repeatedly, "I can do anything. I'll watch whatever you watch. I usually watch whatever my parents watch at home."

"I'm watching the opera channel. Will you watch it with me?" Liang Xinyun asked.

"Sure," Zhou Mo was extremely happy.

Although Zhou Mo doesn't understand much and is not a fan of opera, she is not averse to listening to opera. She even developed a little interest in listening to opera after the popular online songs with opera tunes became popular some time ago.

"Momo, come here for a moment."

Han Chen's voice suddenly came from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Mo responded, and quickly stood up and said to Liang Xinyun, "I'll go see him."

"Go ahead."

Zhou Mo hurried into the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I can't wash it off." Han Chen was a little discouraged. His hands were covered with detergent foam, and half of the sink was filled with foam.

Zhou Mo frowned, "How much detergent did you use?"

Han Chen shook the empty bottle of dishwashing liquid and showed it to Zhou Mo. "I used it all, but there's still a smell."

Zhou Mo had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and said, "I'll do it."

Han Chen: "It's useless. I've tried so many times."

Zhou Mo glared at him, "Your method is wrong."

Han Chen: "What's wrong?"

"Since the stench has penetrated deep into my bones, let's try fighting poison with poison. If you keep scrubbing like this, I'm afraid you'll make a hole in my pot and the smell won't go away." Zhou Mo took the pot, turned on the faucet, rinsed it clean, and placed it on the gas stove. "I'll buy some durian and some chicken later and make durian stewed chicken. The smell will definitely be gone."

"..." Han Chen: "Is this what you call fighting poison with poison?"

Zhou Mo: "No?"

Han Chen didn't dare to hesitate: "Okay."

Zhou Mo: "You should wash your hands quickly. You have a pair of good surgeon's hands, but they are now soaked."

Han Chen was relieved, smiled gently, and immediately washed his hands.

"You said you wanted to make durian stewed chicken because you didn't want me to wash the pot anymore, right?" Han Chen said with a smile, "It seems I am more important than your pot."

Zhou Mo held his forehead helplessly, "Why do you always want to compete with a pot?"

Han Chen: "This pot costs more than a thousand... You must be distressed."

Zhou Mo glanced at him gently: "You say that as if I don't feel sorry for you."

Han Chen retorted: "So you admit that you feel more sorry for me?"

Zhou Mo glared at him with a smile, refusing to admit it. "It's annoying. Go buy some shrimp."

"Okay, wife." Han Chen suddenly became serious, as if he was receiving an order.

Zhou Mo panicked and patted him nervously, "Auntie Liang is still here, why are you yelling?"

"Where did I yell?" Han Chen said, "If you don't want me to call you that, then just call me 'husband'."

"Scoundrel," Zhou Mo cursed with a smile, "I'm not going to pay any attention to you." He turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

living room.

When Zhou Mo came out of the kitchen, he saw Liang Xinyun immediately closed her ears and suddenly hummed a little tune following the rhythm of the TV. It seemed that the volume of the TV was much quieter than before.

Seeing Zhou Mo come out, she asked hurriedly as if she had just seen Zhou Mo come out by accident: "How is Han Chen's washing? Is it clean? Or should I buy you a new pot?"

"They've been cleaned," Zhou Mo said, "We'll go buy some shrimp later."

"Okay, let him go," Liang Xinyun said, "It's not cool out there, so don't go. You'll make yourself sweat."

“…”

Zhou Mo felt sorry for Han Chen in her heart and was about to say something good to him when Han Chen came out of the kitchen and said, "My mom is right. Don't go. I'll be back soon."

He went to the entrance to change his shoes, got his car keys, and turned back to ask, "Anything else you want? I'll buy it for you."

Zhou Mo: "No."

Liang Xinyun: "Buy some peach juice. Your Uncle Zhou said Momo loves peach juice, and it must be Huiyuan."

Han Chen: "Okay."

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