The hotpot for five people that was originally planned for the afternoon was delayed because of Yu Yizhou.
When Song Yan came, he bought several bags full of food, which were scattered all over the floor when he was fighting with Yu Yizhou.
When they were taken away by the property management, they hurriedly packed up and put all their things in Zhou Mo's house in a hurry.
Zhou Mo came out of the kitchen and said, "Hot pot is good. It's convenient and fast."
The three of them agreed to wash the vegetables together.
Shen Pan opened the kitchen cabinet and took out a simmered hot pot from underneath.
Song Yan was surprised and said, "Of course, I've already prepared for this."
"Momo is the most lively person I've ever met," Chen Pan made way and opened the cabinet to show Song Yan, "Look."
Song Yan lowered his head and saw a wide variety of pots and pans displayed in the open cabinet door.
There are several types of clay pots alone, including clay, ceramic, and spodumene, and the colors are also different, including khaki, white, black, some with patterns, and some solid colors.
There are about seven or eight of them in total.
There are also induction cookers, air fryers, pressure cookers, new stainless steel frying pans, and ordinary cast iron pans...
Zhou Mo has all the pots you can find on the market.
Song Yan couldn't help but complain: "Are you collecting?"
Zhou Mo: “…”
Song Yan: "I've heard of stamp collecting and collecting the names of famous paintings, but this is the first time I've seen someone collecting pots."
As he spoke, he rubbed his hand around the edge of the cast iron pot, twisted his fingers, and said disdainfully, "What a collection! You don't even use it. It's all covered in dust."
Zhou Mo: “…”
Chen Pan looked at Song Yan's reckless appearance and felt so angry that his teeth itched. "Do you not want to eat hot pot, or do you want to be kicked out now?"
"Just a joke," Song Yan glanced at the innermost part of the cabinet, where there was the most exquisitely crafted, antique-like container in peacock green with gold-painted peonies.
This thing instantly made him unable to take his eyes off it.
"Wow! You still have antiques here?" Song Yan pointed at the most exquisite thing in the corner of the cabinet in surprise.
"That's not an antique, it's an enamel pot," said Zhou Mo.
When it comes to pots, she's full of them. "Enamel is porcelain enamel. Remember the enamel pots that were popular in the 1980s and 1990s? That's the one. An enamel pot is a cast iron pot with a layer of enamel on the outside. It combines the fast heat conduction and practicality of a cast iron pot with the aesthetics of enamel."
Song Yan frowned as he listened. "Is it true that girls love buying kitchen supplies after they get married? My sister-in-law is like that. She buys sets of all kinds of porcelain plates and ceramic bowls for her kitchen. If she sees something she likes, she buys it without hesitation."
"How do you know Momo is married?" Shen Pan was surprised.
Song Yan frowned, "Zhou Mo is married?"
Chen Pan realized that he would make mistakes if he spoke too much, so he immediately covered his mouth and looked at Zhou Mo apologetically.
"It's okay, just know it now, it's not a big deal." It's tiring to hide it, and there's really no need to hide it.
Chen Pan said worriedly: "But your parents..."
Zhou Mo: "I've been trying to figure out how to tell them reasonably lately."
Song Yan cast a surprised look at Zhou Mo, "You really got married? To whom? Han Chen?"
Zhou Mo rolled his eyes at him, "If not Han Chen, who else can I be with?"
"That's what you said, but..." Song Yan hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong?"
"Aren't you afraid that Han Chen's family has too many rules?"
"I'm marrying Han Chen, not marrying according to the rules of Han Chen's family."
“…”No problem.
Song Yan couldn't comment, so he could only say, "No matter what, as a friend, I wish you the best."
Zhou Mo: "Thank you."
Song Yan: "What kind of wedding gift do you want? I'll see if I can give you something you like."
Chen Pan complained, "Han Chen didn't even give Momo a wedding gift, so why did you give her one?"
Song Yan looked at Zhou Mo in surprise: "Han Chen didn't give you a wedding gift?"
"Really not," Zhou Mo thought carefully. She and Han Chen didn't seem to think about giving gifts because of their marriage. "But we went shopping before, and he bought me a lot of things, and I bought him some too. I think it can be considered a wedding gift."
"I'm drunk," Song Yan said, "What kind of marriage are you two having? There's no wedding, and your parents don't know about it. You two should have gotten the certificate, right?"
"Can it be called marriage without a marriage certificate?" Zhou Mo was speechless.
"You didn't even give me a wedding gift. Who knows if you two are really getting married or just faking it? I really don't know if you two have no romantic instincts or are just being stingy and can't bear to spend money."
"..." Zhou Mo said: "I didn't remember it."
Song Yan: "That's probably because neither of you has any romantic instincts. That shouldn't be the case. Boys should take the initiative in this kind of situation. What's wrong with Han Chen? Will he come soon? I'll give him some advice."
Speak of the devil and he will appear.
Zhou Mo's cell phone dinged twice.
It was Han Chen who sent the WeChat message.
He said: I'm coming to you. I'll be there soon.
Zhou Mo glanced at his phone and said, "Han Chen will come over in a while."
Song Yan: "That's perfect. Call him over so I can teach him a lesson."
Zhou Mo: “…”
"What? You still don't believe me?" Song Yan said confidently.
Zhou Mo: "It's not that I don't believe you, it's that I don't believe Han Chen."
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, "A trust crisis has occurred right after getting married?"
"Go away," Zhou Mo said disdainfully, pushing him away with a smile. "Han Chen and you are not of the same style. He doesn't understand your tricks and little thoughts. He is a straight man, a steely straight man, and a sharp steel kind."
"I understand what a straight man is, but what is sharp steel?" Song Yan asked curiously.
"It's the hardest of all types of steel."
Song Yan burst out laughing.
"I'd like to see how straight he is."
"It will definitely subvert your imagination." Zhou Mo patted his chest and guaranteed.
Several people were washing vegetables, busying themselves and chatting.
Ten minutes later.
"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.
"It should be Han Chen," Zhou Mo said, putting down the food in his hand and going to open the door.
Outside the door.
Han Chen was carrying a bag full of drinks.
Zhou Mo took it and said, "I asked you to buy drinks, but you only bought drinks."
Han Chen frowned, "What else do you want? I'll go buy it."
Zhou Mo was helpless, "Wine."
Han Chen: "I can't drink much. You and Shen Pan are both girls, so it's best if you don't drink."
Zhou Mo: "And Song Yan. We don't drink, what if he wants to drink?"
Han Chen thought for a moment and said, "I'll go buy it."
He was about to turn around when Song Yan came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands. "No, no, I don't drink much either."
Han Chen turned around and glanced at Zhou Mo, as if asking for her opinion.
Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing, but he was helpless. The "straight man" couldn't think flexibly, and Zhou Mo was used to it.
"No, come in," Zhou Mo put the things on the dining table.
Han Chen turned around and sat on the sofa by the door to change his shoes. He opened the shoe cabinet and found that the slippers on the bottom layer were gone. Just as he was about to ask Zhou Mo, he looked up and saw the exact same pair on Song Yan's feet. His face suddenly darkened.
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