When Han Chen came out of the shower, he saw Liang Xinyun stroking her chest and breathing hard.
He thought Liang Xinyun was not feeling well, and asked worriedly, "Mom, are you feeling bad?"
Liang Xinyun glared at him and said, "I'm not sad, I just feel sad when I see you."
Han Chen: “…”
Liang Xinyun turned around and sat on the sofa, directing Han Chen, "Just watch over that pot of chicken soup. You've made the kitchen so smelly. I don't want to go in anyway. Just pray that the smell will be gone by the time Momo comes back."
Han Chen said, "Not really. I bought the snail noodles with Momo's consent. She won't be unable to tolerate the taste."
Liang Xinyun asked: "Momo's pot has this smell, how could she not mind it?"
Han Chen was suddenly speechless.
He really couldn't guarantee that.
Zhou Mo cares about many things, and they are very strange, especially this pot. Zhou Mo repeatedly warns people not to break it, which shows how much she values it.
Now the pot is not broken, but it smells...
But who would have thought that when cooking snail noodles in an enamel pot, the noodles didn’t have much flavor, but the pot did…
“Bang, bang, bang—”
Someone knocks on the door.
"Who is it?" Liang Xinyun asked Han Chen, "Did you meet a friend?"
"No," Han Chen frowned.
"Is this takeout?" Liang Xinyun asked and went to open the door.
When Liang Xinyun opened the door and saw the person outside, she smiled instantly, "Oh, it's Momo."
But after a short while, she couldn't laugh anymore, after all, the "stinky pot" was still stewing chicken in the kitchen.
The moment Han Chen saw Zhou Mo walk in, his heart almost stopped.
He swore he had never been so nervous in his life.
When he was dating Zhou Mo, he was not nervous at all when he was called to the head teacher's office.
But facing Zhou Mo at this moment, he felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat.
Zhou Mo looked at Han Chen, who was stiff and looked a little strange, and his attitude turned cold. "Why, are you not happy to see me back?"
"Happy, how could I not be happy?" Han Chen hurried forward and took Zhou Mo's bag and suitcase from her.
Zhou Mo always felt that there was something wrong with Han Chen, and he was timid when facing her.
"Why are you back today? Didn't you say you would be back the day after tomorrow?" Liang Xinyu pulled Zhou Mo into the house, settled him on the sofa, and frantically winked at Han Chen out of the corner of her eyes.
Han Chen put down his suitcase and hurried into the kitchen.
Zhou Mo looked at Han Chen's suspicious behavior and felt inexplicably upset.
But she suppressed her emotions and answered Liang Xinyun seriously: "My teacher said there is nothing important tomorrow, so she came back first."
"It's good that you're back," Liang Xinyun asked, trying to find something to say, "Do your parents know? Have you told them?"
"Not yet."
"When you go out or come home, you must tell your parents."
"Okay, I'll tell them later," Zhou Mo responded and took out his cell phone to send a message to Liu Xiangru.
"Have you had dinner yet?"
"No."
"Didn't you eat on the plane?"
"There are no meals on this flight I'm on."
"I see..."
Liang Xinyun didn't know what to say, and the topic came to an abrupt end.
Zhou Mo also felt something was wrong, as he always felt that Liang Xinyu was being awkward in her conversation.
Suddenly there was a "clang" sound in the kitchen.
"I'll go take a look," Zhou Mo was worried that something might have happened, so he quickly got up and went to the kitchen.
"No need, Han Chen is stewing soup, just let him watch it himself," Liang Xinyu followed behind Zhou Mo and tried to hold Zhou Mo back.
However, Zhou Mo acted too quickly and Liang Xinyun failed.
When Zhou Mo entered the kitchen, he saw Han Chen frantically sprinkling various seasonings into the soup.
Tangerine peel, star anise, Sichuan peppercorns, pepper…
Zhou Mo was shocked. "Are you...making soup?"
"Momo, I..." Han Chen was holding the bottle of pepper in his hand. He was at a loss for a moment and didn't know how to explain.
He sprinkled too much pepper powder, and the flying dust penetrated into the nasal cavity. Han Chen and Zhou Mo couldn't help but sneeze at the same time.
Zhou Mo quickly pinched his nose and snatched the bottle of pepper from Han Chen.
"Are you making soup or some dark cuisine?"
Pushing Han Chen aside from the stove, she quickly took the spoon next to her, scooped half a spoonful into the bowl, and took a quick taste. The taste was strange and strong.
Zhou Mo quickly poured some boiling water from the kettle into the pot, trying to dilute the taste of the soup.
"Momo..."
Han Chen, standing aside, looked like a child who had made a mistake, not knowing what to say.
"Go out, I'll see if I can fix it."
She was about to bend over to find salt in the cupboard.
Han Chen directly pulled Zhou Mo up.
"What's wrong?" Zhou Mo looked at him puzzledly, always feeling that he was weird today.
Zhou Mo was also extremely nervous.
"I..." Han Chen didn't know how to start, "Did you taste the strange taste of the soup just now?"
"A little, but it's okay. Adding water should make it lighter." Zhou Mo looked at him and asked, "What's wrong? Is the chicken not processed properly?"
"No," Han Chen lowered his eyes: "Momo, I made a mistake."
Han Chen admitted his mistake honestly.
Zhou Mo frowned, "What did you do?"
Han Chen pointed to the pot on the stove and said, "I'm using your pot."
Zhou Mo: "It's okay, this pot is used to stew soup."
Han Chen bent down and opened the cabinet, "I also cooked it."
Zhou Mo lowered his head and saw the snail noodles inside. "Did you buy this with Shen Pan last time?"
"Well, I was planning to cook it with you," Han Chen said, "I cooked a packet in your pot yesterday, but your pot... became smelly..."
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