Abduct a boy and bring him back

Ling Huan basically took out all the dishes in the refrigerator that could be made into dumplings, and then combined them into egg leeks, pork leeks, pork shiitake mushrooms, celery shiitake mushrooms, etc. Five or six fillings, Qiao Mohan looked at Ling Huan Huan divided six plates.

"Come here to chop the pork, come quickly, I'll get the flour." Ling Huan said, "After chopping the pork, beat seven or eight eggs, and chop the celery..."

Qiao Mohan nodded silently. The kitchen was too small, and the two of them looked crowded, so they took all the things to the coffee table in the living room to cook.

Ling Huan sat cross-legged on the carpet kneading noodles, Qiao Mohan frowned and ping-pong chopping pork here, Ling Huan felt a little strange, and stretched out his hand to get a touch of white on the tip of Qiao Mohan's nose.

Qiao Mohan frowned, and sneezed out in disbelief.

Ling Huan was overjoyed.

"Chop it up, my noodles are almost ready." Ling Huan put down the dough in his hand, took all the eggs from the refrigerator and put them in front of the plate, knocked them into the big bowl one by one, and brought them to the kitchen for serving. Bring it back after frying.

Qiao Mohan was still guarding the three-acre land, Ling Huan couldn't laugh or cry, he fed him an egg, and then took over the task of chopping the meat, "Let me do it."

The man was a little depressed, "Our knives are too stupid..." It's not his fault that the reputation is so good.

"Yes, you go to the kitchen and bring the celery I picked." Ling Huan instructed him.

Qiao Mohan got up to get it. When he came back, he didn’t know where the fireworks were going off outside. The view through the window was not very real, but Ling Huan, who was sitting with his back to him, was busy at the table, and suddenly felt very warm and very warm. Harmony brought him an unprecedented comfort.

He leaned against the kitchen doorframe behind him and watched for a long time before Ling Huan urged him to come over.

"Why is it so slow, are you not hungry..."

Qiao Mohan brought it over, and Ling Huan had already chopped the meat into pieces. He divided the meat into two plates, one with leeks, and one with mushrooms.

"I thought it would take a long time to finish it..." The man secretly lamented Ling Huan's speed, he is simply a little expert at home.

"As long as the dumplings are filled, they are basically ready." Ling Huan said, and then started to make various fillings.

In fact, he has no idea what the final taste will be like, because in the past it was always stuffed by his grandma. Although he was in front of him, he never paid much attention to it. add.

Qiao Mohan felt chills behind him, "Baby, have you really made dumplings?" He was not sure.

Ling Huan's eyes flickered slightly, but he couldn't bear to look at Qiao Mohan, and reached in to get a piece of raw stuffing and licked the taste...

The corner of Qiao Mohan's mouth twitched, and he also sat cross-legged beside him.

The taste of raw stuffing is hard to describe, but you can still feel the saltiness, "Is it delicious?" Qiao Mohan asked.

The corners of Ling Huan's eyes twitched, and he also got a small piece of meat and sent it to Qiao Mohan, "Have a taste?"

Someone shook his head quickly, "No, let's eat it after it's cooked..."

When making dumplings, Qiao Mohan followed suit. In fact, Ling Huan's dumplings were not very attractive. After all, he can't eat them a few times a year, and now he basically eats frozen dumplings.

"In this way, put the skin in your hand like this, and don't put too much stuffing, or you won't be able to pinch it." Ling Huan said, "Then close it, put half and half together and pinch it together."

Yes, Ling Huan's way of making dumplings is so rough.

After the two made twenty dumplings quickly, Ling Huan turned on the fire and waited for the cooking.

Qiao Mohan secretly took a photo, which seemed to mean that a mother does not dislike her child's ugliness, and then posted it on Weibo, and courageously @someone beside her.

Well, it's really @, those who don't know thought it was going to be made public.

"Well, it doesn't matter if it's ugly, it's going to be in the stomach anyway. @陈焦" Then I added a few 360-degree photos of the ugly son's dumplings with all dead corners.

When Ling Huan saw it belatedly, Qiao Mohan's comment area was already filled with hahahahaha, yes, he read it right, it was all hahahahahaha...

They are neatly arranged, and there is no mistake in the formation hahahaha...

Ling Huan felt that his face was completely lost by Qiao Mohan's Weibo. When he picked up the dumplings from the pot, he was still in a daze for a while, and then dialed a few stinky sons of Qiao Mohan's family to In his bowl, "you eat your son, thank you for your cooperation."

Then Ling Huan clicked another one, edited a Weibo and sent it out.

"Someone's ugly sons are all called into the bowl by him... @莫汉学习." With the picture, the lonely bowl photo just now.

Qiao Mohan's eyelids twitched, and his stomach growled with hunger, "Are we really going to hurt each other like this? I made these for you, six dumplings, all with different fillings..."

Ling Huanxiao couldn't hold the bowl steadily, "It's alright, alright, I'll be too hungry if I don't eat anymore."

Only then did Qiao Mohan lower his head and prepare to eat, but before that, he gave Ling Huan half of the dumplings in his bowl and replaced them with some beautiful ones. "You eat too."

It's just eleven o'clock now, and the sound of fireworks outside is getting louder and louder, and the two of them are enjoying their meal while holding bowls on the carpet, "Mmm... this pork and mushroom dish is the best." Qiao Mohan gave to Ling Huan Thumbs up.

Dumplings with six kinds of fillings, the two of them cooked three times before barely finishing it, but they were quite satisfied. Ling Huan sat on the carpet, in front of him was an induction cooker and a pot with a few dumplings left. He lazily leaned on the On Qiao Mohan's body, the man leaned on the sofa behind him.

In short, no matter how you look at it, it is a very harmonious picture.

Ling Huan was a little drowsy. He didn’t know when the twelve o’clock clock had struck on the TV. He half-closed his eyes and watched the unfamiliar yet familiar CCTV Spring Festival Gala. He turned around and put his arms around his body. The man next to him knocked his head on his neck and said softly, "Thank you."

Qiao Mohan kissed his forehead sideways, "Fool."

Ling Huan's heart softened, and he stretched out his hand to climb his neck, "What should I do, I'm too lazy to walk now, can you carry me on your back?"

"Okay." Qiao Mohan liked the way he was rubbing against him, and said, "Tomorrow we will sleep together until we wake up naturally."

Ling Huan's mood is very peaceful at the moment, and he doesn't have so many worries and distracting thoughts. He has already forgotten all the anger that Lu Qingming answered the phone yesterday, and he just wants to stay close to Qiao Mohan and not leave.

Originally thought that his New Year's Eve would be spent in loneliness, but now it was a situation he never expected. Qiao Mohan did not go back to the old house for the New Year, but came to accompany him.

Although I'm sorry for the grandparents of Qiao's family and Qiao Mohan's parents, damn he still feels great, very happy, um, a little happiness that was stolen.