"Um."

"Then don't make your dishes too salty. I prefer sweet. Cook the rice a little softer. I don't like it too hard. It's best to cook it into porridge."

He is lazy and likes to eat, but he has a lot of demands.

Ling Chuan looked at her deeply with his dark eyes, "Anything else you want?"

"No more. Oh, don't be upset. Although I can't cook, I can do other things."

"Like what?"

"I boiled water for your bath. You're welcome. Hurry up and make dinner. I'm hungry."

The woman's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in Lingchuan's heart.

I originally thought that Lingchuan’s cooking skills were limited to cooking food, but surprisingly, he did a pretty good job.

A pot of vegetable porridge, a bowl of cold shredded radish, and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Green, white and red, simple, colorful, fragrant and delicious, it looks very appetizing.

Yun Mo suddenly felt that this man seemed to be becoming more and more to her liking.

"Did your family teach us how to cook since we were young?" Yun Mo chatted with the man across the table while eating.

"No." Ling Chuan was silent for a moment before speaking again, "When my mother was still alive, I never entered the kitchen."

"oh."

Realizing that she had unintentionally mentioned the man's sad story, Yun Mo tactfully did not ask any further questions.

The room was so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the two people chewing.

“Crack, crack, crack.”

It was the sound of Yun Mo chewing shredded radish.

Lingchuan's knife skills are very good. He cuts the radish into thin and long shreds, marinates it with salt, squeezes out the water, then adds sugar, cooked chili oil, and balsamic vinegar to make a cold dish. It is sour, sweet, and spicy, and is very appetizing.

"I used to work as an assistant in a restaurant. Sometimes the chef was too busy, so I helped to cook."

Yun Mo was stunned for a moment before she realized that the man was explaining that he could cook.

"Besides working in restaurants and on construction sites, what other jobs have you done?"

"A lot. As long as I can make money, I have done it."

"If you've done everything, then aren't you a decathlete?"

The woman opened her eyes slightly, her watery almond-shaped eyes filled with amazement and curiosity.

If it were anyone else, hearing this, they would only think that he came from a poor background and had a miserable fate, and would feel sympathy and pity for him.

But she is different from others. It seems that in her eyes, those difficult years of struggling for survival are a great achievement, an experience worthy of showing off and praise.

At this moment, his heart seemed to be overflowing with something, and he felt sore and swollen, but he did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, he felt an inexplicable joy and happiness.

Yun Mo had no idea how turbulent the man's heart was at the moment. She truly thought the man was very capable. If it were her, she wouldn't be able to do it.

Although she can cook, she can't even work for a day in a restaurant.

After dinner, Ling Chuan took the initiative to clean up the dishes, while Yun Mo ran to the yard to cool off and digest the food.

Less than ten minutes later, seeing Ling Chuan coming out of the kitchen, Yun Mo subconsciously said, "You take a shower first, I'll take a shower after you're done."

Ling Chuan walked straight up to her, his eyes darker than the night outside, "Come here for a moment."

Yun Mo was sitting on a small bamboo stool, and Ling Chuan was standing, so she had to look up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Chuan didn't answer, but turned and walked towards the house where he lived.

After entering the room, Ling Chuan picked up a military green canvas bag on the bed, unbuttoned it, lowered his head and reached in to search inside.

No way, no way, a blockhead like him actually wants to buy something for her?

Yun Mo felt inexplicably expectant. She put her hands behind her back, kicked the ground lightly with her toes, and wondered what would happen.

Soon, Ling Chuan was seen taking out a gray cloth bag from his canvas bag.

"This is for you."

Yun Mo resisted the urge to curl up her lips and slowly took the cloth bag. "What is it?"

"You'll know when you see it."

It was so mysterious, she wanted to see what treasure it was.

Yun Mo opened the cloth bag with great anticipation, and was stunned when she saw what was inside.

You can't say this thing is bad, but you can't say it's very good either.

Is it too little?

Seeing her standing there in a daze without saying anything, Ling Chuan pursed his lips slightly, clenched his hands, and a rare look of embarrassment and shame appeared on his face.

Originally, he was supposed to finish this job until the Mid-Autumn Festival, by which time he would have received about 200 yuan in wages. Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes, and he was forced to leave the construction site early, so naturally he received much less money.

Yun Mo didn't know what the man was thinking. She raised her face, her moist almond eyes full of doubts, "Why are you giving me money?"

"We agreed before that I will pay the rent. You can take these first, and I will find a way to make up for the rest."

Yun Mo took out the money from the cloth bag and counted it. There were a total of 134 yuan.

She took the whole amount of 100, put the remaining 34 pieces back into the cloth bag, and gave it back to the man.

Seeing that Ling Chuan didn't take it, she stuffed the bag into his hand and said, "Here, you are a grown-up, you can't go out without a penny. This 100 yuan is for half a year's rent. You can give me the rest when you have it."

After hearing her words, Ling Chuan subconsciously closed his five fingers and tried to hold the cloth bag, but his hands were too big, and he also held Yun Mo's hand.

Both of them were stunned.

"Lingchuan, my hands are very soft and comfortable to the touch. You don't want to let go once you hold them?" Seeing that the man didn't let go for a long time, Yun Mo couldn't help but tease him.

"Didn't you also hold my hand last time in Lijia Village?" Ling Chuan lowered his eyes to look at the little hand he was holding, and fought back calmly.

Yun Mo's face was filled with excitement. "Okay, then you hold my hand today, and we're even!"

After saying that, she pulled her hand back, turned around and walked out of the room.

Ling Chuan glanced at the palm of his hand, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly.

She was right, her hands were indeed very soft, as if they had no bones, and very smooth, like the finest white jade.

Back in the room, Yun Mo fanned her face with her hands, trying to get rid of the heat.

Calm down, calm down. It was just a touch on the hand. There's nothing to be excited about.

After taking a few deep breaths, her mood slowly calmed down. Yun Mo put the wrinkled banknotes in her hand into the space and lay on the bed. It seemed as if ripples were gently spreading in her heart.

A dreamless night.

In the morning, Yun Mo woke up as usual. When she opened the window, she saw Ling Chuan standing in front of the well in the yard, using a water pump to collect water.

The man was wearing a white sleeveless vest and blue trousers. The soft sunlight fell on his back, and his exposed arms and skin had a charming luster.

With broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, it has to be said that the man has a perfect and strong body.

Just as she was watching intently, Ling Chuan suddenly stopped what he was doing. Yun Mo instinctively wanted to hide, but the next second she felt that her idea was wrong.

This is her residence. What's wrong with her standing in front of the window and looking at the scenery? (End of this chapter)