He also followed Zhou Mo into the kitchen.
"Why are you here?" Zhou Mo glanced at him and continued with the work in his hands.
Han Chen stepped forward, stood behind her, hugged her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
Zhou Mo slapped him in disgust, "I'm still cooking, aren't you hungry? How can I cook if you're like this?"
"When you hugged me from behind before, it delayed me from washing the dishes. You used to make excuses, saying 'it's inconvenient to wash it'. Why can't I do it now?"
"You..." Zhou Mo was speechless for a moment.
"It's okay, you cook your meal, I'll hold my wife, it won't delay."
Zhou Mo turned his head and glared at him, but he could do nothing about him.
"If you can handle being hungry, just hold on. The food won't be ready for a while anyway."
"I haven't seen my wife for five days. What's the big deal about being hungry?"
Zhou Mo was amused, but felt helpless.
Han Chen was teasing her.
Zhou Mo pointed to the rice cooker in the corner of the counter and said, "Go steam the rice. Hurry up. Let's work together and cook faster."
"Okay," Han Chen said angrily, but reluctantly let go and helped steam the rice.
Zhou Mo began to clean up the vegetables and meat.
After Han Chen finished steaming the rice, he came to the kitchen to help Zhou Mo peel the onions.
I have to say, Han Chen has a good habit.
"When Aunt Liang cooked before, did you help out like this?"
"No, the aunt who lived in the house used to cook."
"But when you lived in Yuanshangju, you didn't see your family hiring anyone?"
"At that time..." Han Chen thought for a moment and said, "My mother brought me food from the hospital cafeteria and sometimes cooked for me. I didn't help her much."
Or rather, at that time, he was used to having everything provided for him, so how could he think of these things?
"Then how do you know I'm helping in the kitchen?" Zhou Mo was curious.
"I learned it from Uncle Zhou," Han Chen said. "Every time I go to your house, if Aunt Liu is cooking, Uncle Zhou is always there, at least peeling onions and garlic. Aunt Liu has rhinitis and can't stand spicy food, so Uncle Zhou is the one who stir-fries the chili peppers."
"You're quite observant."
"I can't help but look carefully," Han Chen said, "Your house is so enviable, who wouldn't want to take a second look?"
Zhou Mo thought about it and said proudly: "Yes."
The two of them worked together in perfect harmony, and soon, a meal was ready.
Zhou Mo made a steamed tilapia and fried mapo tofu. She didn't like raw meat, so she gave the braised pork to Han Chen.
You know what, he really did it as if it were real.
The sugar coating was shiny and not burnt at all, and the meat was stewed until it was very soft. Although Zhou Mo didn't like pork, the rich soup made her feel that it was too appetizing to eat, and she couldn't help but take a sip.
As a result, I burned my tongue before I even put it in my mouth.
Han Chen turned off the fire, immediately held her face in his hands, stared at her mouth and said, "Let me see. Stick out your tongue, don't burn yourself and get blisters."
Zhou Mo was a little embarrassed. She was not used to opening her mouth in front of people, and even seeing a dentist made her feel uncomfortable.
Han Chen insisted, "Open your mouth, let me see."
Zhou Mo didn't dare look him in the eye, and could only glance at him before opening his mouth shyly.
"Tongue, let me see it."
"Oh, it's really okay," Zhou Mo was embarrassed and tried to pull her face out of his hands, but Han Chen held her tightly and wouldn't let her go.
He straightened her head with force and said threateningly, "Let me take a look."
Zhou Mo couldn't resist, so he could only open his mouth wide and stick out his tongue to show him, "Okay?"
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt," Zhou Mo complained, "You're making such a fuss. I didn't even get to eat it. I put down my chopsticks as soon as I felt the heat."
Han Chen finally let go and began to serve the dishes with confidence, "I told you to be greedy. Be more careful next time."
"I know." Zhou Mo smiled and came forward, tiptoed and put his chin on his shoulder, looking at him with a silly smile: "You are more nagging than my mother now. How about calling you 'Mother Han' from now on?"
Han Chen said with a wicked smile, "Why don't you call me 'Dad'?"
“…”
Zhou Mo thought to himself, this is what the legend says: after being in a relationship for a long time, you want to be the other person's father...
After a delicious meal, the two of them took a shower.
It’s hot, and I can’t stay in the house without taking a shower.
Although the air conditioner was on, Zhou Mo still felt uncomfortable and only felt better after taking a shower.
Han Chen also doesn't like to set the temperature too low, saying that too low a temperature is bad for the body.
This is indeed the case with Zhou Mo. He feels hot when he doesn't use the air conditioner, but when he does, he feels hot and has a headache.
Han Chen said that this was because Zhou Mo was used to using air conditioning, which affected his body temperature regulation function, and he should not be too greedy for coolness in the future.
Zhou Mo didn't know whether what Han Chen said was true or not, or whether he was just trying to scare her. Anyway, she believed everything he said.
Han Chen told her to set the air conditioner to a certain temperature, and she would obediently set it to that temperature.
I have to say, Zhou Mo was very obedient tonight.
Han Chen has completely figured out Zhou Mo's thoughts. She feels guilty because she can't see her father because of the project.
Han Chen didn't want to miss this great opportunity.
Zhou Mo leaned in his arms, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, and occasionally smiled at what was happening on TV.
Han Chen had already had evil intentions.
He held Zhou Mo's hand and started to act dishonestly.
At first Zhou Mo didn't think anything of it, but later Han Chen became more and more outrageous.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Mo noticed Han Chen's thoughts and asked in a delicate voice, even though she knew the answer.
Han Chen smiled without saying anything. He turned over and knocked the person to the ground, and couldn't help but kiss those delicate and tempting pink lips.
Midnight.
Zhou Mo was already lying limply on the bed. She had just been carried out of the bathroom by Han Chen, and she had not yet recovered from the numbness all over her body.
Han Chen came back from the bathroom.
Zhou Mo glanced at him nervously, "Have you brushed your teeth?"
"I have. If you don't believe me, check it out." Han Chen said helplessly and climbed back onto the bed.
Zhou Mo reacted by stepping back half a body length, squeezing her legs together, and immediately pulled the quilt over herself, being very wary of Han Chen.
Han Chen smiled and said, "You don't have back pain this time, so why are you still on guard against me?"
Zhou Mo was embarrassed and angry, "It would be better to make my back ache?"
Han Chen was calm and composed. "Not necessarily? That's not what you said just now."
Zhou Mo was furious and punched Han Chen wildly.
Han Chen reacted quickly, clamped her hands, wrapped her in his arms, and then pulled her down.
There is also air conditioning in the bedroom. When Zhou Mo was doing it, he kept complaining about the heat, so he turned the temperature down.
At this moment, Han Chen was afraid that Zhou Mo would catch a cold, so while lying down, Han Chen also stood up to find a quilt, covered Zhou Mo, and turned up the temperature slightly.
"How's the temperature?" Han Chen asked. "Is it comfortable?"
Zhou Mo didn't think anything of it at first, but after hearing the last three words, everything went wrong.
Han Chen also asked this question when she was most emotional.
At that time, Zhou Mo felt like a puppet being controlled, with Han Chen on the other end of the strings.
He controls the ups and downs.
Unlike before, this time she didn't feel any back pain at all, but instead...?
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