Abduct a boy and bring him back

The man didn't answer in the end. He didn't know what kind of new cuisine Ling Huan was researching at this juncture. Thinking about those glasses of juice, he still resisted not choosing to export it.

However, when he was watching Ling Huan and you busy at the dining table, he seemed to have noticed something.

The egg whites are separated like this?Got an egg beater?Isn't this making cream... Qiao Mohan thought to himself, Ling Huan likes sweets.

Of course, Ling Huan was very unskilled in his business. He knocked over two plates and a glass bowl all morning, which made Qiao Mohan restless and stood watching at the kitchen door.

Qiao Mohan finally realized it when the cake was placed on the dining table.

Pretending not to know, he asked, "Isn't today your birthday?"

Ling Huan nodded very seriously, "...well, I want to eat cake too, try it yourself and see if you can make it."

"Is it really your birthday?" Qiao Mohan asked. "I don't think it's today on your ID card?"

Ling Huan distributed the small dishes to Qiao Mohan, "Well, my birthday is on the lunar calendar."

The man pursed his lips and thought, it's not today in the lunar calendar.

He saw that Ling Huan was about to cut the cake without lighting the candle, and stopped his movement quickly, "The candle hasn't been lit yet!"

Ling Huan paused for a moment before continuing to cut, "I forgot to buy it..."

This is very uncomfortable. Qiao Mohan felt too wronged, and searched through the boxes and cabinets to find candles for him. Ling Huan propped his chin and watched the man rummaging through the cabinets with his long legs bent, feeling warm in his heart, "Brother Qiao, I just want to eat." It's just a cake, no candles."

"How can you celebrate your birthday without lighting candles!" Qiao Mohan continued to search after finishing speaking.

Ling Huan's posture changed from propping up to lying down, and explained to him helplessly, "It's not my birthday today, so it's okay not to order it, but I just want to eat a cake in advance, and I won't be able to eat it when I go back to school."

Qiao Mohan felt that he was stupid, and finally understood the meaning of Ling Huan's trouble.

The two went back to the dining table and watched Ling Huan continue cutting the cake.

There is no special cake-cutting knife that long at home, so Ling Huan took a fruit knife and a Chinese table knife and gestured at the oval cake in front of him, "Let's just use this one!" Ling Huan waved his hand Chinese kitchen knife.

The corner of Qiao Mohan's mouth twitched, watching him cut.

However, when the cake was cut in half, there was a round stick in the middle that still occupied the cream, and it came out from Qiao Mohan's end. "This...isn't that the yam handle?" he asked.

Ling Huan nodded, looking at the cream sticking to the blade, frowning, distressed.

Qiao Mohan had no choice but to pull the knife out of his hand, replaced it with a fruit knife, cut a small piece and put it in front of him, and pushed the rest to Ling Huan, "Eat it directly with a fork, The rest is yours."

Ling Huan glanced at the small piece in front of the man, and said, "This is today's lunch, that's all..."

Qiao Mohan took a deep breath, "Are you going to store up fat for the winter?" Men haven't gone to the gym for a long time, and for a grown man, getting fat is still scary.

"There's not much cream here, so I won't put it on my body." Ling Huan swallowed a mouthful of cream, clicked his tongue, and put a spoonful of it onto Qiao Mohan's mouth, "It's not very sweet, try it .”

The man's eyes fainted with a smile, and he opened his mouth to eat it.

"...well, just right."

The two shared a cake for lunch, um... a cake that was nearly twelve inches long!

After all, it was sweets, Qiao Mo was so tired and uncomfortable, and he was still sitting in front of the dining table, Ling Huan cleaned up in the kitchen, and he had almost digested it, the man had no choice but to sigh at his age.

Time really makes people old!

In the afternoon, Qiao Mohan stretched out his leg and poked Ling Huan's calf, "I don't have anything to do in the afternoon, why don't we go shopping in the mall? It's going to cool down again in two days. I'll buy you a down jacket as a birthday present."

Ling Huan was swiping his phone with a very happy expression on his face. Hearing Qiao Mohan's words, he didn't even lift his eyelids, "You don't need to buy me a gift, it would be nice to eat cake with me. I want to stay at home, and I will ask for it again at night." Class begins."

Qiao Mohan touched his nose, but didn't speak again.

Ling Huan laughed out loud, and kept poking his fingers on the screen. The man thought to himself, he must be reading the private messages of those little fans.

From this point of view, being a model for Qiao Shanshan is not a good thing.

Originally, Ling Huan only had such a few days of rest throughout the month, but now half of it was taken up by such a group of strangers, Qiao Mohan was very depressed.

Ling Huan was enjoying himself, the group of people were staring at a blurry photo, yelling.

According to his guess, this photo should have been uploaded by their classmates. It was the clothes that Qiao Mohan sent him to class on the day.

Anyway, the gesture is very intimate.

In front of this group of fans, she is even more charming and lingering.

Ling Huan saved it, and circled the classmate who posted the photo, "Hey, classmate, next time you take a secret photo, you will be charged for it!"

Qiao Mohan only heard Ling Huan's phone buzzing again, and then saw Ling Huan poking on the screen, in short, he was very busy.

He raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and picked up the tablet beside him to log in to his account.

When searching for Ling Huan, he was about to pay attention, only to find out that this kid had already pulled out his vest to pay attention.

Ling Huan's phone vibrated twice again, and he looked down at his latest comment, which was from Qiao Shi Mohan.

"Happy birthday baby."

Ling Huanle, I don't know when Qiao Mohan changed his ID, Qiao's Mo Han, Mo Han, don't be cold, is this hoping for Qiao's good or bad?

He glanced at Min Qiao Mohan who was looking down, and then replied with a small red flower on it.

He liked the way Qiao Mohan called him baby, maybe it was intentional or unintentional, but it didn't matter.

He just likes it, likes it very much, because no one has ever loved him as a baby except grandma.

In the eyes of other fans, Ling Huan's reply to Qiao Mohan was tantamount to admitting that today is his birthday in disguise. In the next second, happy birthday swarms flooded the comment area.

Ling Huan's happy head was bubbling upwards.

He was very happy.

Happier than any birthday.

When grandma was still there, they would tacitly silence each other for a day, because Ling Huan's father passed away on this day, grandma was sad, and he was not feeling well. countable.

Qiao Mohan is the most important one.