Abduct a boy and bring him back

Grandma's temper will not make her happy when she sees him. After all, what grandma hopes most is to see him grow up, succeed in studies, and marry a beautiful wife to show her.

But now that he has just grown up, his angry grandma kicked him out of the house. Ling Huan thought, he should be the most unfilial grandson in city A.

After Qiao Mohan finished his work, it was already very late. He rubbed his throbbing temples. He was very tired. The bigger the company was, the more things he had to do. Give him the property, this is his way of life, tired!

He packed his things and went home. When the car arrived at the gate, the security guard told him that Ling Huan had already left in the afternoon.

Qiao Mohan sighed, glanced at the snacks and porridge brought back by the side, and frowned. Is he a masochist? Every time a young man stumbles, his soul is taken away. The child is an adult anyway, isn't he a little too worried!

He threw the things on the table in front of the sofa, and the whole person was paralyzed there motionless, living and living, tired and tired!

When Ling Huan came in with a big bag of vegetables, he saw Qiao Mohan slumped on the sofa in such a disfigured way, with his coat thrown aside, his tie hanging loosely on his body, his eyes closed tightly, his face tired, even He didn't even notice it when he entered the door, looking very tired.

He consciously took his footsteps lightly, and carried his things to the kitchen. He was worried in the middle of it, so he held up a sleeve and covered the blanket that Qiao Mohan had put on him today, so that he could feel at ease. Went to research today's dinner.

Today should be the first meal he cooks for others, and it shouldn't be too cheap. If the master is not satisfied, this iron rice bowl will be smashed!

What's more, Qiao Mohan is no longer the former Qiao Mohan in his heart, besides the love between master and servant, there is also the grace of saving his life!No matter what, he has to take good care of people... Ling Huan followed suit while flipping through his phone.

He can still make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with green peppers, etc., but he is a little embarrassed when it comes to big dishes of chicken, duck and fish. After all, he usually cooks these to feed himself occasionally.

Today he not only bought a whole chicken, but also brought back a fish. In order to save some money, he brought the fish back without letting it be disposed of.

After finally reading the recipe, I probably know how to make it. When I got the fish out and put it on the chopping board, I was worried again. It is still alive and kicking. Where should I start?

Qiao Mohan was sleeping on the sofa, and when he heard the movement in the kitchen, he woke up suddenly, Huo De got up from his seat and walked towards the source of the sound.

He has been living alone since middle school. Suddenly there was such an abnormal sound at home, and he really became vigilant, but after he saw the scene in the kitchen clearly, he was in a bad mood again.

Ling Huan was concentrating on stabbing the knife into the belly of the fish on the chopping board, and a pile of blood immediately poured on it. A lot of Ling Huan's hands and body were stuck. When he looked at it suddenly, the expression on this person was still Somewhat vicious and impatient, in Qiao Mohan's eyes, this is completely a murder scene.

The man gasped, and raised his arms to cover his eyes. Does this man have to be so... scary when he cooks?

When Ling Huan noticed the gaze staying on him, the internal organs of the whole fish had been pulled out completely and put aside by it. When he raised his head and met Qiao Mohan's eyes, he was startled, maybe It was his nerves that were focused on this poor fish. Qiao Mohan walked here from the living room, but he didn't hear a sound.

"Joe, brother Joe! Are you awake?"

Qiao Mohan covered his face, turned around and walked out silently, and then a sentence floated in the air, "When you cook next time, please stop me from entering the kitchen!"

Ling Huan glanced at the stiff back of the man, then at his hands and the chopping board, and snickered unkindly, "Um, good!"

After four dishes, a chicken and fish were served on the table, Qiao Mohan swallowed unconsciously. He was able to turn the mess into a table full of color and fragrance. He really looked at Ling Huan in front of him with admiration, but... …After seeing the exposed fish head in the noodle soup, he fell silent again, and the image in the kitchen just now lingered in his mind like watching calcium tablets for the first time.

Ling Huan laughed, and consciously moved the braised fish back, placing it farthest away from Qiao Mohan, "Brother Qiao, you can eat it!"

Qiao Mohan glanced at him, took a piece of ribs with his chopsticks, took a bite, and said to the point, "...the taste is quite good."

The person standing on one side finally smiled, "That's good, it's my first time cooking meat and vegetables, so I'm afraid it won't suit your taste!"

"Why are you standing? Sit!" The man looked at him standing there in a daze, and couldn't help but say.

"No, good!" Ling Huan sat down on the chair closest to him.

"Next time you don't need to make such a rich meal, just cook two dishes. Today's dish is too rich, thank you for your hard work! Apart from the pickpocket industry, you can enter the world of chefs..." Qiao Mohan put down his chopsticks.

Ling Huan looked a little cautious, and suddenly seemed to have entered the state of a housekeeper, and he was no longer as glib in front of Qiao Mohan as he was a few times before.

Touching his head, he said embarrassingly.

"Then what, Brother Qiao! Give me the money for the hospital, and I'll give you an IOU. Maybe it won't be returned to you so soon..."

Qiao Mohan raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Just remember, I'm usually not short of money, I pay it back when I have it, and take it easy if I don't have it."

Ling Huan nodded, watching Qiao Mohan picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat, and he graciously picked up a piece of chicken for him, "Try this."

"Go get yourself a bowl of rice, sit down and eat, and then go back after eating." The man took the meat over with a plate.

"I won't eat with you. I have something to do later. Just leave the bowls, chopsticks and plates after you finish eating. I'll come and clean them up tomorrow morning..." Ling Huan subconsciously refused.

Will something happen soon?There is a yarn thing!It would be better to stay here and have dinner with others than to go back to such a dilapidated rented house!At least there is air-conditioning to blow, so you don't have to suffer from the sun.

Qiao Mohan was eating the chicken that Ling Huan had put in his mouth, and looked at him leisurely, "It's time for dinner, what else do you have to do in your life?"

Ling Huan was amused by his tone, and his nerves relaxed a lot unconsciously, "I don't pick this time for life-long events, I have to move the almanac to find an auspicious day!"

"It's not a lifelong event, just sit and eat before leaving, even if you go to pick up work, you don't care about the time..." Qiao Mohan's tone was neither cold nor calm, as if the snacks and porridge he brought back were used to feed the cats.