Wen Yiquan sniffed and frowned, "Were you two cooking just now? I smell hot oil."
“Yeah, I was just about to cook when you came in.” Wen Mo struggled to carry the bag to Xia Lian’s room. “Want to stay for a meal? You can try our cooking once in a while.”
I originally planned to buy these things online, but my dad had connections and said he could get them cheaper, so Wenmo simply entrusted the task of buying the decorations to his dad.
I was responsible for choosing, and my father was responsible for paying.
"No need, I just came to deliver something. Your mom cooked at home and is waiting for me." Wen Yiquan waved his hand, sat on the sofa, glanced around the two kids' home, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
You know what, this house is getting more and more normal, hey.
If we were to describe the house in his previous words, it would be as if it were devoid of human warmth. The entire house was so orderly that it was impossible to imagine from the outside that anyone would live there.
Especially this TV, after I bought it, it became a pure decoration. It's sitting in the living room and I probably won't watch it even once in a year or two.
Now it's all good. Xia Lian turned on the TV to keep me entertained when I came in. After watching this little program, lying on the sofa, and smelling the aroma of oil wafting from the kitchen, it feels more and more like home.
"You're becoming more and more human." Wen Yiquan thought to himself with some emotion, patted his son on the shoulder, but unexpectedly earned a glare from his son.
"I'll get you a glass of water. And if there's nothing else, I'm going back to my room to put up the wallpaper."
"You all go about your business, I'll just sit here," Wen Yiquan said comfortably, enjoying the feeling of having both a son and a daughter while sitting in the living room.
"Okay."
Wen Mo stood up, patted his legs, and pulled Xia Lian up beside him. "You'll probably have to cook tonight. I'm going to put up the wallpaper." He scratched his head sheepishly, as he had originally planned to cook for himself tonight.
Hearing this, Xia Lian nodded gently and obediently picked up the spatula to prepare to cook.
After Wen Mo left the kitchen, with a "sizzle," the vegetables were put into the pan. The girl skillfully stir-fried them, but then seemed to remember something and paused for a few seconds.
The next second, a cute little head peeked out from the kitchen.
"Uncle, what would you like to eat?"
"Oh? Oh, no need to make some for me, you two can have it." Wen Yiquan waved his hand with a smile.
Although Wenmo had asked him earlier if he wanted to stay for a meal, this feeling was just different; it was as if he really had another daughter at home.
He sat for a while longer, until Su Juan called to urge him to come home for dinner. Only then did Wen Yiquan slowly get up, look at all the furnishings inside and outside the house, and take a satisfied photo.
"Alright, I'll head back now. You two enjoy your meal."
Upon hearing this, the two, who were busy with their own things, both put down what they were doing.
"Goodbye, Uncle," Xia Lian said crisply.
Wen Yiquan was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. He even slowed down his shoe-changing. Before leaving, he turned back and waved to Wen Mo, signaling him to come over.
"Remember to come over for a meal during the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days. Please remember, your mother and I will be waiting for you at home."
Seemingly worried about his son's memory, Wen Yiquan reminded him a few more times, then leaned over to look at Xia Lian behind Wen Mo, bending down slightly with a smile, "Xiao Lian, do you have enough living expenses? If not, your uncle will give you some later."
Xia Lian blinked and quickly shook her head in refusal.
Although she refused, Wen Yiquan still insisted on giving her five bright red banknotes before leaving.
Xia Lian stood in the entryway, holding a five-hundred-yuan bill, looking bewildered. Wen Mo took in this scene and chuckled, realizing that his father truly treated this girl as his daughter.
Crossing his arms, Wenmo felt a little resentful, since the other man had been so stingy with his allowance.
The next second, Xia Lian stood close to him and handed him the five hundred yuan.
"for you."
Looking into the girl's clear eyes, Wen Mo opened his mouth but didn't say anything. The imbalance in his heart just now disappeared instantly and was replaced by the innocence of the girl in front of him.
"No need to give it to me, you can take it and buy something you like, or put it in your schoolbag." Wen Mo smiled and gently stroked her head.
"Wenmo, don't you want it?"
"I have my own money, you can take it and use it."
Just as the two were being intimate, Wenmo suddenly smelled a burning odor.
"Let me guess, Xiao Lian is making smoked meat tonight."
"No, it's just regular stir-fried meat." Xia Lian raised her head.
"Hmm, then it should become smoked meat now."
Wen Mo forced a smile, then released his hands and rushed into the kitchen to try and salvage the pork.
But they arrived too late. The pork had turned into a blackened charcoal with a meaty aroma; anyone who didn't know better would think someone had put coal in a pot to burn.
"If you don't judge a book by its cover, it might actually smell pretty good," Wen Mo remarked, reaching out to touch the charcoal armor clinging to the piece of pork.
Mmm... It's rock hard.
I was just saying whether or not to invite my dad to stay for a meal, thankfully he didn't see this scene.
Outside the kitchen door, Xia Lian's gaze was somewhat unfocused. She hid behind the door, only revealing half of her face, looking just like a child who had done something wrong.
"Looks like we'll have to change the menu tonight," Wen Mo joked, tossing the piece of pork aside.
Upon hearing this, Xia Lian cautiously walked out from behind the door, came to Wen Mo's side, lowered her eyes, poked at the piece of dark pork, raised her head slightly to look at Wen Mo, her emotionless voice carrying an air of complete obedience.
"sorry……"
"No need to apologize. It's partly my fault that the meat got burned while we were chatting." As if he had already anticipated what Xia Lian was going to say, Wen Mo interrupted her to stop her from apologizing any further.
Since it's already cooked, there's nothing we can do about it. Without meat and vegetables, I probably won't have much of an appetite tonight, just eating leafy greens. I might as well just order takeout.
With that in mind, the cousins sat down on the sofa one after the other, with Wen Mo crossing his legs and comfortably ordering takeout.
He felt a pang of sadness. Just moments ago, his father had said that his son knew how to manage a household, but no sooner had he left than his son started ordering takeout for dinner.
"I have a strange sense of immorality." Wen Mo finished ordering takeout, tossed his phone aside, and rested his head on his hand.
"A sense of immorality?"
Xia Lian spoke slowly and deliberately, blinking her eyes. She had never heard this word before.
Although he knew the word wasn't a good one, Wen Mo didn't intend to hide it from her since she wanted to know. After thinking for a few seconds, he gave a simple answer.
"The feeling of not being able to let others know what you're doing is called a sense of immorality."
Xia Lian pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.
“We slept together without telling our uncle… that’s a kind of immoral act.”
"...Yes, that word is correct, but it's precisely at this moment that I don't want it to be correct..."
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