She threw all the dishes in her hand to Han Chen and walked out of the kitchen.

Han Chen looked at her leaving back, seeming to be pleased.

Zhou Mo went to the living room, turned on the TV, and randomly played the most popular TV series.

Zhou Mo got up and went back to the kitchen after he thought Han Chen had almost finished washing.

Unexpectedly, Han Chen had even cut the vegetables.

"You do it?" Han Chen asked Zhou Mo at the kitchen door.

Zhou Mo was not someone who was used to eating for free or having food handed to her, even though she paid most of the bill for this meal.

She washed her hands again, raised her hand and opened the cabinet above her head to get her apron.

Han Chen suddenly appeared behind her, "I'll help you."

He was tall and took the apron from the top cabinet and handed it to Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo was trapped between the desk and Han Chen. She could even feel that when Han Chen raised his hand to take something, his body leaned forward by inertia.

The force was not strong, just right against her back.

Zhou Mo's whole body was stiff and he didn't move.

Taking the apron from Han Chen's hand, she pushed Han Chen away with her elbow, and put on the apron.

Han Chen made way, stepped aside, and quietly observed Zhou Mo's every move.

Zhou Mo felt uneasy under his gaze, "Go watch TV. Stay here and block the harm."

"It's okay, I'm just taking a look."

“…”

Zhou Mo set up the pot, lit the fire, poured oil and turned on the range hood, all in one go.

Although he tried hard not to pay attention to Han Chen, Zhou Mo was really upset because he was right next to him.

"Can you stop staring at me?"

"I'll just take a look. It won't bother you."

Zhou Mo wanted to ask how it wouldn't affect him, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud, so he could only say, "I'm not used to having people watching me while I cook."

Han Chen said: "I didn't look at you."

Zhou Mo didn't believe it, "If you're not looking at me, then what are you looking at?"

Han Chen said solemnly: "Can't you learn how to cook?"

Zhou Mo rolled his eyes, turned off the fire, and pushed Han Chen out of the kitchen.

Han Chen turned around and looked at her, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Mo placed Han Chen on the sofa and asked him to sit facing the TV. She also picked out a cooking program.

Handing the remote control to Han Chen, Zhou Mo said, "Don't you want to learn how to cook? Look at this, he's a professional."

Han Chen's face darkened.

Zhou Mo turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Without the pressure of Han Chen's supervision, she quickly fried a few stir-fries and stewed pork ribs and winter melon beef soup.

The living room was very quiet, and nothing could be heard except the sound of the TV.

Zhou Mo was curious about what Han Chen was doing.

Coming out of the kitchen with the dishes, I took a quick glance at the living room and found Han Chen asleep on the sofa.

He lay on his side, resting his head on his arm. He couldn't fit on the long-legged sofa, so he just let it droop on the ground.

The other hand was just in front of him, still holding the remote control.

When Zhou Mo saw this scene, the figure of another man inexplicably overlapped in her mind - her father Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng was like this when he was unemployed at home.

Liu Xiangru was busy in the kitchen, and Zhou Zheng couldn't help, so he watched TV in the living room. However, he felt sleepy after watching for a few seconds and fell asleep on the sofa.

Liu Xiangru always reminded him not to be lazy before going to bed, and to use a pillow and cover himself with a thin blanket to avoid catching a cold.

But Zhou Zheng refused to listen every time.

However, Zhou Mo did not have the same patience as Liu Xiangru.

She pulled the remote control out of Han Chen's hand. Han Chen suddenly woke up, his consciousness was hazy, his eyes were not fully open yet, and he saw Zhou Mo's fair profile.

"What?" Han Chen's voice was hoarse and low.

Zhou Mo quickly turned off the TV.

"It's time to eat." She turned and went to the kitchen.

Han Chen got up drowsily and leaned on the sofa for a while. Seeing that Zhou Mo had already set the table, he stood up and was about to walk over.

Zhou Mo glanced at him and said, "Go wash your hands."

Han Chen turned to the bathroom and washed his hands.

I just sat down at the dining table and haven’t even settled down yet.

"Knock, knock, knock", someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Zhou Mo and Han Chen suddenly looked at each other.

Han Chen frowned: "Who's looking for you at this time? Don't tell me it's Yu Yizhou again."

Zhou Mo was also puzzled, "I'll go and take a look."

She leaned over and took a peek in front of the cat's eyes.

It turned out to be Liu Xiangru.

Zhou Mo panicked instantly, looking embarrassed. She turned around and whispered, "It's over. It's my mom."

Han Chen was also stunned.

Zhou Mo reacted quickly, pulled Han Chen up and dragged him into the bedroom in a hurry, then closed the door.

However, Han Chen opened it from the inside again.

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing? Go in quickly!"

Han Chen glanced at the door and said, "Shoes."

Only then did Zhou Mo realize that he almost made a big mistake.

"I understand. Go in quickly and don't make any noise." Zhou Mo warned.

Han Chen slowly closed the door.

Zhou Mo packed up Han Chen's shoes.

There was another knock on the door, accompanied by Liu Xiangru's voice: "Momo, open the door, it's me."

Zhou Mo stood up, opened the door, and immediately smiled, "Mom, why are you here?"

Liu Xiangru glanced at her gently, "Why can't I come? I'm your mother, can't I come to see you?"

As she spoke, Liu Xiangru came in.

Zhou Mo immediately bent down to help her get a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Liu Xiangru handed the thermal bag to Zhou Mo, "I made pigeon soup for you. Your uncle got some pigeons a few days ago. I thought you had never tasted it, so I stewed it and sent it to you."

"Thank you, Mom," Zhou Mo said with a smile.

Liu Xiangru changed her shoes and smelled the aroma of food coming from the restaurant. "Have you cooked?"

"Ah... um!" Zhou Mo responded, but he was extremely panicked in his heart.

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