The queen's little wife, pretending to have amnesia online

It began to snow outside the house, this time the snow flakes were relatively small, and soon a soft layer was laid.

When it snows, the sky and the earth are quiet and silent, the lead gray sky and the white snow are intertwined into a peaceful picture.

There is heating in the house, and the appliances in the kitchen are black, white and gray, which match the snow scene.

Lin Mo forgot to glance at the snow outside the window, lowered his head, removed the grease and impurities from the chicken, and cleaned it under the tap.

A whole young and tender chicken, the soup will be very fragrant, and it is very suitable for soup in winter. Lin Mo cleaned the chicken, put it in the pot and boiled it on high heat, skimmed off the foam and fat, and then added simple ginger slices and green onions Knots, grass fruits and the like.

After simmering for a while, Lin Mo took out the whole chicken and put it into a casserole, poured it into the casserole along with the soup and simmered it over low heat.

"This one will be stewed for more than an hour, I will make a few more dishes."

Lin Mo seemed to be explaining to the person at the door, or just talking to himself, turned around and took the vegetables, put them on the chopping board and began to cut them.

Xue Luhe's voice came again:

"Be careful, don't cut your hand."

Lin Mo nodded, the knife under his hand became slower and slower, and it took a long time to cut a broccoli and put it on the vegetable plate.

When Lin Mo prepared the raw materials for the three dishes, the chicken soup also began to emit a slight fragrance.

Xue Luhe said in admiration:

"It smells so good, I haven't found you so powerful before."

Lin Mo turned around and smiled playfully:

"I didn't expect that, I'm also a person who lived a hard life, and I used to cook when I was at work..."

She said it out of the way, completely forgetting that she is Lin Mo, the eldest lady, and no longer the little white-collar worker who was suffering from heart disease and struggling to survive. She only remembered halfway through the sentence, and shut up abruptly.

Xue Luhe still has some doubts:

"Have you ever worked before? No?"

Lin Mo poured oil under his hand while laughing:

"Ah, I was wrong. I used kitchen appliances in the dormitory with my classmates when I was in school. My roommates all like to cook by themselves, so I just learned a little bit. I just said that going to school is going to work hahaha ..."

Xue Luhe was even more puzzled:

"But when you were in college, you rented a house and lived outside since you were a freshman. You didn't have time to spend time with your roommates, did you?"

Lin Mo almost bit his tongue, just when the food was in the pot, there was a smack of oily smoke, the sound of oil and fresh vegetables was very attractive, and it seemed to create an opportunity for Lin Mo to adjust the topic.

"That's because some friends love to cook... Well, the appliances in your kitchen are very useful. Send me a link to the casserole when you have time!"

Xue Luhe was still thinking about Lin Mo learning to cook in college, and felt that it was full of doubts just like Lin Mo, but she also knew that now was not the time to delve into it.

She smiled and said:

"Okay, I'll ask Xu Lu to send it to you."

Lin Mo moved both hands together, holding the pot in his left hand and the spatula in his right. He was very busy, thinking that luckily he was not discovered. If Xue Luhe knew that he had already changed people, Xue Luhe would definitely eat her alive. .

After all, what Xue Luhe was looking for was his childhood friend, that is, Lin Mo in the original book, and he had nothing to do with him.

An hour later, Lin Mo lifted the lid of the casserole, and the rich smell of fresh chicken immediately rushed over and filled the entire large kitchen.

Even Xue Luhe, who had been sitting calmly by the door, was not calm anymore. He pressed the button of the wheelchair, went to the pot to have a look, and sincerely admired:

"It's so fragrant!"

For some reason, Lin Mo remembered the famous moving picture on the Internet, and couldn't help joking:

"I, Xue Luhe, will starve to death today and jump off the cliff, and I will never eat the rice cooked by you Lin Mo! It will be so delicious when it comes out of the pan!"

Xue Luhe blinked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Lin Mo spread his hands and smiled helplessly:

"Sure enough, it's an old man. Why don't you know about such a famous Zhenxiang stem?"

Xue Luhe silently wrote down the incident, planning to check with Xu Lu later.

She took the spoon and wanted to help Lin Mo scoop up the chicken soup, but Lin Mo was so frightened that he grabbed the spoon and shouted in succession:

"Forget it quickly, forget it, be careful with your hands, what if you get burned! Get out quickly, just wait at the dining table, I'll be fine soon!"

Xue Luhe stepped back in the wheelchair, not only did not get angry when the things in his hand were taken away, but also showed a sweet smile.

If Mu Fei was here at this moment, she would probably be so scared that she would jump out of the window and run away. After all, the prettier Xue Luhe's smile used to be, the more terrifying things would happen next.

But now, Xue Luhe simply smiled and responded:

"Ok."

Just go back to the restaurant obediently, sit at the table and wait.

The level of obedience is like a primary school student.

Lin Mo finished the soup, took out the fried vegetables one by one, filled two bowls of rice, arranged the dishes on the table, took out the apron and sat down.

There were two cups of hot milk tea in front of the two of them. This was also made by Lin Mo himself, using black tea and fresh milk found in the cupboard. It was all natural and only added chocolate.

The steaming brown milk tea is fragrant and silky, and the entrance is extremely smooth, warming up from the throat to the heart.

The table was even more lively. The golden yellow and clear chicken soup was placed in a large white porcelain basin, surrounded by fish-flavored shredded pork, fried king oyster mushrooms with broccoli, and lettuce and mashed potato salad. They were colorful and very appetizing.

"I just made something casually, a combination of Chinese and Western, don't be disgusted!"

When Lin Mo said this, he was actually very proud of himself. He felt that the dishes on the table today were very well prepared, and they were really delicious!

Does Xue Luhe's kitchen have any magical powers, or was it blessed by Chef Wang yesterday?Lin Mo felt that his cooking skills had suddenly risen to a new level.

Xue Luhe first added a chopstick of shredded fish-flavored pork, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly twice, his eyes lit up:

“Delicious, very delicious!”

Lin Mo touched his cheek, feeling a little helpless:

"You don't need to be so exaggerated. You haven't eaten any good food. I know what level I am. You can just boast casually. If you boast too much, it will make me feel a little fake..."

Xue Luhe ignored her, and continued to pick up vegetables with graceful but quick movements, and quickly ate a lot of food one after another.

"The salad is also good... Mmm, the broccoli is very crispy, and the chicken is very fragrant! It would be even better if you can make a sand tea sauce for dipping!"

Lin Mo thought that Xue Luhe was talking nonsense just now, but now that she saw it, she was dumbfounded.

Xue Luhe's eating is too serious, he is so serious that he doesn't even have time to praise himself as a chef, just eat it!Is it really that delicious?

Lin Mo picked up a piece of chicken and tasted it. Although it was fragrant and comfortable, it was just ordinary and delicious. It was really not as good as the chef's cooking yesterday.

Xue Luhe quickly ate a little sweat on his forehead, his eyes were bright, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were plump and beautiful.

Her chopsticks moved quickly, Lin Mo admired the beauty for a while, and when he lowered his head again, half of the dishes on the table were gone.

"As for?"

Lin Mo couldn't help asking.

"It's very similar to the dishes made by an old aunt when I was a child...I really like it, it feels like home."

Xue Luhe swallowed the food in his mouth, looked up at Lin Mo, there was something sparkling in his eyes.

"But this isn't the first time you've eaten my dishes... Isn't your reaction a bit exaggerated?"

Lin Mo didn't know what to say.

"You only made soup before."

After Xue Luhe said a few words, he started to scoop soup for himself with a spoon. After scooping up a bowl, he scooped up another bowl for Lin Mo, and even put a lot of meat in Lin Mo's bowl.

Lin Mo held the bowl full of broth, and for some reason seemed to feel the feeling of being fed by grandma...

The two raced against time, and the host and guest finished the meal happily. Lin Mo's belly was round after eating, and he collapsed on the sofa and couldn't move.

Xue Luhe was in charge of the follow-up matters. In fact, it was just stuffing things into the dishwasher. Lin Mo wanted to do it by himself, but Xue Luhe insisted on stopping him.

"The doctor told me to keep a moderate amount of exercise, it's better not to work."

Xue Luhe's words were strict, so Lin Mo let her go.

She was sitting on the sofa watching the variety show on TV, laughing and laughing.

After Xue Luhe packed up his things, he pushed his wheelchair and came out of the kitchen. He immediately saw Lin Mo laughing.

The window is covered with silver, and the white world is clean and pure.

The house is bright and warm, with loved ones laughing casually on the sofa.

This picture is too beautiful to be true, it is so beautiful that Xue Luhe's heart throbs slightly.

She didn't move forward, she just stopped there and looked at Lin Mo for a long time.

Lin Mo was immersed in the variety show, smiling like a fool, and almost forgot where he was. When he realized it, he saw Xue Luhe, the owner of the house, standing there blankly.

"Come here, this variety show is funny. Watching TV after dinner is good for digestion. Come and watch it."

Xue Luhe woke up like a dream, pushed the wheelchair over and leaned against the sofa.

She couldn't get on the sofa by herself, and she didn't need to, so she leaned against the sofa beside Lin Mo.

As soon as Lin Mo's leg swayed, it touched Xue Luhe's arm, and she quickly retracted her leg.

But she felt that Xue Luhe's wheelchair leaned towards her again, and that arm touched her leg.

Lin Mo felt that half of his body was numb for a moment, and he didn't dare to move at all, and he didn't dare to turn his head to look.

My heart was beating wildly, but it wasn't the kind of fear, but the unspeakable taste... There was some anticipation?

After all, this is at Xue Luhe's house... What does Xue Luhe want to get so close to him?Will you touch yourself?What if she touches herself?What is the nearest escape route?

Thousands of thoughts had been going on in Lin Mo's mind. After waiting for a long time, a section of the variety show was over, but Xue Luhe still didn't move. He just used his bare arm to gently press against it through a layer of trousers fabric. Lin Mo's thigh.

Lin Mo couldn't hold back, and pretended to slap his thigh excitedly by watching variety shows:

"Ah, who is really handsome!"

She slapped it over and landed on Xue Luhe's arm, making a loud "snap".

It's over... Acting while watching a variety show is too demanding for me, and I can't control my strength. Now I'm playing too much!

Lin Mo peeked at Xue Luhe's tender white arm, always feeling that he could see signs of swelling.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I was too excited to watch it. I accidentally hit you. What should I do? Do you have iodine at home?"

Lin Mo stood up and apologized, looking around, trying to find the medicine at home.

Xue Luhe stretched out his hand to touch his arm that was hit:

"It's okay, I don't hurt, it's okay. What about you, does your palm hurt? It was quite hard to hit it just now, don't hurt your hand?"

Lin Mo wanted to hide his hands behind his back, but he didn't have time.

Xue Luhe had already reached out, grabbed her hand forcefully, held it with his own, and observed carefully.

"Well, it's really red. Be careful when clapping your hands in the future. The flesh on your hands is quite small, and it hurts too much."

Lin Mo felt that the palm of his hand must have been reddened by Xue Luhe, otherwise why would his face turn red.

Xue Luhe stared at Lin Mo's hand, thought for a while, then suddenly lowered his head, and blew into Lin Mo's palm.

There was a burst of coolness, followed by a more provocative and scorching heat.

Xue Luhe didn't stop, grabbed Lin Mo's hand, and blew into the palm one after another.

The blowing made Lin Mo start from the palm of his hand, every blood vessel and every cell was itchy, sore and bouncing around, and the blood in his whole body was both hot and cold.

She couldn't help but squeezed her throat and said softly:

"Okay...don't blow it...it's too itchy, I can't stand it..."

Xue Luhe stopped blowing, and raised his eyes to look at Lin Mo, who was flushed and had a strange expression.

She suddenly chuckled:

"As expected, you are still as sensitive as before..."