Chapter 5: Mu Taigong Fishing for Small Lin Fish
Mu Xu has never deliberately learned to cook, and does not have any fancy cooking skills. He only makes very common home-cooked dishes.
But among the steaming hot food on the table, there was the taste of home that Lin Jin loved very much.
The figure of Mu Xu getting bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen, the movement of him holding the rice spoon and preparing to serve the rice, and the light and sweet soup on the table, all represent the unique warmth of home.
Home cooked food, very common stuff.
Everyone has it.
The only person left on the household registration book was Lin Jin.
Nothing.
He looked at Mu Xu's figure in a trance, and suddenly felt that by helping with the fake marriage this time, he might not only help Mu Xu, but also himself.
For example, the people who chattered with him about everyday trivialities. Or the home he thought he would never have again until his death.
Even though this home is fake.
But he is actually still very satisfied.
Lin Jin curved his eyebrows, took the bowl handed to him by Mu Xu, and filled it with rice.
He really couldn't resist the temptation. For example, for the sake of this momentary feeling of home and for his own selfish reasons, he decided to put the idea of meeting Mu Xu's parents on hold for the time being.
Let’s do it later, just for a day or two. Lin Jin thought, let him eat a few more meals.
Lin Jin handed the bowl of rice to Mu Xu, and filled another bowl for himself, picking up some vegetables while thinking. As soon as he picked up his chopsticks, a piece of pork ribs appeared in the bowl.
Lin Jin raised his eyes and looked over, feeling somewhat flattered as he looked at the handsome and gentle man in front of him.
Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, Mu Xu raised an eyebrow, explained and coaxed: "The chopsticks are clean, and the first piece I picked up was this piece of pork ribs. Teacher Lin, please don't be disgusted. If you mind, I won't pick it up next time. Let's eat it first, okay?"
When Lin Jin heard this, he knew that he had misunderstood.
After a moment of silence, he picked up the ribs and started eating. After he had finished eating, he spoke to break the silence.
"I'm not disgusted. I'm just a little happy. It's delicious."
After saying that, he wanted to reciprocate by picking up a piece for Mu Xu, but found that his chopsticks had just been used.
So he frowned in annoyance and said, "You eat too."
The meal was comfortable and leisurely. Mu Xu and Lin Jin ate slowly, especially Lin Jin, who hadn't eaten properly for a long time and could only eat a little at a time.
Sometimes the food is so big that I even have to slow down before continuing.
Fortunately, Mu Xu was a slow eater. He waited until Lin Jin was full and put down his chopsticks before he finished his dinner.
Mu Xu reached out and gently stopped Lin Jin's hand from clearing the dishes, saying, "Let me do it. Teacher Lin, could you please put the blanket and pillow in the living room on the corner of the sofa?"
Before Lin Jin put his hands away, Mu Xu had already assigned the tasks.
He said okay and went to the living room.
The blanket and pillows were already folded when he woke up, so he just had to move them. Lin Jin really liked the sofa set in Mu Xu's house. The width and length were just right, and the softness was just right. Most importantly, the place where the blanket and pillows were placed was only a hand's distance away from the long sofa.
He only needs to raise his hands slightly when lying down to embrace them all.
For lazy people, it is a good lunch break benefit.
Lin Jin put the things away carefully and looked at the kitchen again. He saw Mu Xu putting the dishes into the dishwasher. Everything else had been cleaned up and it was none of his business.
So he turned around and walked towards the light from the balcony.
The lights in the living room were off, and in the darkness, only the balcony and the kitchen were lit.
Lin Jin has developed only a few habits over the years, but none of them are good habits.
A messed up biological clock, curtains drawn at home, and daydreaming regardless of the occasion.
At first he would go out just to get food.
Later, for some reason, he changed this bad habit and started buying boxes of instant noodles online. He would not eat a bowl unless he starved to death.
Lin Jin leaned against the railing, supported his chin, lowered his eyes and looked at the hustle and bustle of traffic below, and became dazed again.
His daze was always uncontrollable, and most of the time he didn't even know what he was doing. Until Mu Xu walked up to him and tugged at his sleeve: "What are you looking at?"
This was the first time Lin Jin was interrupted while he was daydreaming.
He tilted his head and looked up at Mu Xu's face, and said softly, "I didn't see anything."
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Mu Xu was a little unhappy, so he asked softly: "What's wrong?"
Mu Xu said, "Teacher Lin, I have three classes tomorrow."
Lin Jin noticed that his tone was wrong and listened attentively.
Mu Xu continued, "I've been writing on the blackboard all day, and my hands are sore. I still have three classes tomorrow. Teacher Lin, I feel like my hands are going to be useless."
Although Lin Jin fell asleep quickly during the video call today, he did see Mu Xu writing quite a bit on the blackboard. Thinking this way, he truly believed it, not suspecting how much nonsense the man in front of him had said just to act cute.
Teacher Mu, who has been able to write on the blackboard for several years without complaining about pain, teach a whole day of classes without complaining about pain, play tennis fluently after class, and even take the time to look at colleagues who complained of being tired as if they were fools, now says that his hands are going to be broken after just two classes.
Fortunately, there were no acquaintances around, otherwise they would have paid a large sum of money to ask the fortune teller for help on the spot.
Lin Jin looked at Mu Xu's palm and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
He thought for a moment and said, "How about we replace all the formulas with PPT tomorrow?"
"No," Mu Xu said, "If I write down a little bit of analysis, it will be easier for students to understand."
After saying that, Mu Xu frowned and rubbed his palms.
Lin Jin lowered his eyes to look at his palm, hesitated for a moment, and then took the bait: "How about... I help you massage your hands? If you don't mind my poor skills."
Others are like Jiang Taigong fishing, but with Lin Jin, Mu Xu doesn't even need any tools. He just stands there pretending to be a gentleman and acts like "Lin Daiyu" a little bit.
Lin Yuer, who is naive and often has a slow brain, will come forward on her own.
"How could that be?" The gentleman Mu Xu led the man to sit on the sofa, spread his hands, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Lin."
Mu Xu's palms were spread out quietly, with distinct joints, slender and strong, and the blue veins were sexy and full of tension.
Lin Jin looked at it and suddenly didn't want to press it anymore.
Men all hope that their hands are broad, strong and slender with distinct bones, but his hands, although long and slender, have fingertips as pink as fingernails.
There's no sexual tension at all.
But Lin Jin still held Mu Xu's hand and placed his white fingers on his palm and pressed them randomly.
Mu Xu's hand was very big, and Lin Jin only held half of it. He felt that if he tightened his palm, he could easily cover his hand.
I am tall enough, obviously.
Lin Jin thought silently, then reluctantly accepted the fact, and then concentrated on pressing Mu Xu's palm.
He didn't know how to massage, so he could only rely on instinct, applying a little force from the palm of his hand and pressing outwards. When he touched a slightly tense area, he would apply a little more force to help him relax a little.
Lin Jin looked at the skin that turned white and then pink, and then pink and then red where the two of them touched, and thought that he probably didn't massage it too badly.
Mu Xu seemed to understand his thoughts and said, "How come Teacher Lin is so amazing? I feel like I can write for a whole day straight."
Lin Jin said: "No... I haven't even pressed it for ten minutes."
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