Bingshan Yujie is a soft and cute monster

Lin Mo entered the yard, ready to close the chaimen.

The little lynx ran over from the other side panting with a bundle of things on its back: "Wait a minute."

The little lynx blocked the half-closed chaimen with one leg and squeezed in from the outside, with a few strands of pale yellow hair wrapped around the rough wood.

Lin Mo glanced at the little lynx. It carried a pile of thick animal skins on its shoulders, a pile of dried meat in its arms, and a large bag of wild berries in its hands.

Lin Mo wondered if the little lynqiu had scooped up all the wild berries in the vicinity.

The little lynball didn't care about the sweat on his forehead, and weighed the bulging package: "The patriarch grandpa said that I have been contracted by you, and asked me to come and help, and it also asked me to bring these things, saying that it is to thank you. "

After finishing speaking, Little Lynch ran over to pile up the animal skins under the eaves, stood on tiptoe, and hung the jerky on the wall.

Little Lynn clapped her hands and looked around, but didn't see any suitable caves for her to sleep in. She swung her long tail a few times and said sincerely, "Where do I live tonight?"

Lin Mo has dark hair, she never thought of hiring child labor.

But this little lynx was contracted by Mo Jin, so she couldn't drive the little lynx back directly, so she turned to Mo Jin who was peeling bamboo shoots: "What are you going to do with this little lynx?"

Mo Jin's tone was cold: "Come to work during the day and go back to sleep at home at night."

No one will eat the bamboo shoots Xiao Zhuzi bought for her.

The little lynx ball's wish to have dinner at night fell through, its tail drooped down, it squeezed the package tightly, and walked away from this sad place step by step.

The little lynx went out with its front foot, and Lin Mo tightly closed the chaplain door with its back foot.

Humming a song, she went around behind Mo Jin, fiddled with the wreath in her hands behind her back, and lowered her head close to Mo Jin's ear: "Guess what I brought you?"

The warm breath sprayed onto the white and slender neck, causing a slight shiver.

Mo Jin felt a little uncomfortable, and an inexplicable strange feeling rose in his heart.

She turned sideways, pinched Lin Mo's tender cheeks, and turned her head: "What?"

Lin Mo pouted and said vaguely: "Fat~"

She shook the garland in her hand vigorously, trying to attract Mo Jin's attention.

Lin Mo's hands are very skillful, and his thoughts are also very skillful. The garland is dotted with pale pink flower buds that are about to bloom, which looks fresh and beautiful, full of fairy spirit.

The touch of the face is also very creamy, but not as soft as the lips.

Mo Jin glanced at it, and slowly let go of his hand, the sweet bamboo fragrance still lingered on the fingertips.

Lin Mo's cheeks were bulging, and he was sure that he was not deformed by Mo Jin, and he was not angry at the thought that he could touch his claws at night.

She narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly: "Do you like it? I'll put it on for you."

Mo Jin hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

Mo Jin wearing a garland is even more holy, like a fairy who just walked out of a fairyland.

Lin Mo deliberately took a step back and nodded in satisfaction: "It's so beautiful."

Mo Jin's ears were slightly red, and he looked away lightly.

After Lin Mo finished admiring it, he began to think about what to do for today's dinner. He didn't know what Mo Jin wanted to eat, so he asked, "Mo Jin, what do you want to eat?"

Mo Jin gave Lin Mo a meaningful look.

She only likes to eat the bamboo of Lin Mo.

Lin Mo didn't understand what he meant, but when he thought of the bamboo shoots on the ground and the dried meat just brought by Lynn Ball, a sly light flashed in his eyes: "How about fried pork with bamboo shoots?"

"It's all right." Mo Jin said lightly.

The simple giant panda really couldn't understand the meaning inside.

Lin Mo took advantage of a little advantage, and was happy in his heart. He hummed the song again, cleaned up the kitchen utensils and chopsticks, washed them by the stream, and then cooked.

"Scrub, scrub, oh yeah~" He was still humming a cheerful little tune when he came back.

Lin Mo's voice was soft, and the ending was a little sweet, but it was even softer when she sang. She sang a simple song like a nursery rhyme.

Mo Jin closed his eyes and listened carefully, as if he had returned to his childhood.

It feels warm and safe to be with bamboo.

She listened for a while, and then opened her eyes. Lin Mo had stopped singing, and the sound of chopping vegetables could be heard on the slate.

Lin Mo was covered with animal skins at some point, rolled up his cuffs, picked up a knife and began to cut and peel the bamboo shoots.

The bamboo shoots were stacked neatly, Lin Mo looked concerned, raised the knife and dropped it, cutting vegetables so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

In the blink of an eye, bamboo shoots piled up on the stone slab beside it like a hill.

Mo Jin's vision is excellent, and he can clearly see that the bamboo shoots are cut into pieces of the same length and thickness, and none of the bamboo shoots are glued together, and the roots are distinct.

The little bee is very good at capturing highlights, and has already taken high-definition shots at the closest distance to Lin Mo.

On the LCD screen of the machine, the number of people started to skyrocket because of Lin Mo's vegetable chopping speed.

[The anchor cured my obsessive-compulsive disorder for many years! 】

[My vegetable cutting robot does not have the speed of the anchor. Did the anchor graduate from the xx chef professional training school? 】

【Want to be the anchor's bamboo shoot~】

[It's so fast, there's no time to blink!Ahhh, please replay, please replay! 】

[I can watch this hand for a year, I want to watch the host chop vegetables all the time! 】

[No one thinks that the anchor's singing is also good, I just sang that short section, I feel like I'm dying, it's so good! 】

[The anchor can do decathlon, digging wells, quarreling, cooking, singing, and what else the anchor can't do, give the boss a knee! 】

[I have become a loyal fan of the anchor, and the first thing I do when I get home from get off work every day is to watch the anchor cook. 】

【+10086】

[Our CP banner will never fall, where are the anchor's CP teammates?]

[Today is also the day I want to see pandas and bamboo in the same frame~]

[Is it just me who noticed that the anchor changed his avatar? 】

[I also discovered that through the screen, I can already feel the pampering in the eyes of the panda, and the shyness of the little bamboo that seems to be there]

[You are not alone, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 】

Because there were too many bullet screens, the note on the LCD screen of the Xiaomi robot slid out too quickly, and the voice broadcast was automatically turned on.

When Lin Mo heard the phrase "the doting in the panda's eyes, the shyness of the little bamboo", his hands that were cutting the meat slowed down, and the corners of his lips twitched.

She was obviously smirking, how could she tell that Mo Jin was doting on her.

Lin Mo couldn't help thinking about whether she and these people were looking at the same photo, and whether she should go back and look at it again.

Mo Jin seemed to have heard it just now.

Lin Mo took a peek at Mo Jin, and found that she looked normal, and even offered to help her watch the fire in the stove.

Lin Mo couldn't help but reflect on herself, she should learn more from Mo Jin, she knows what she knows, and don't think about what is there and what is not.

Lin Mo calmed down and started cooking.

Mo Jin was taken aback, she didn't quite understand what cp meant, but she knew that Lin Mo was shy.

Lin Mo has been so abnormal from yesterday to today, could it be... because of shyness?

But why is Lin Mo shy?

Lin Mo was frying the vegetables, and a layer of hot sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead: "Burner the fire."

The aura of Mo Jin's fingertips lingered a little more, making the match burn hotter. He raised his other finger and wiped the sweat from Lin Mo's forehead with his fingertips.

Lin Mo felt a burst of coolness on his forehead and felt much more comfortable, but he didn't bother to turn his head.

The fire temperature rose rapidly, and a few drops of hot oil splashed out from the iron pan, splashing on the back of Lin Mo's hand.

"Sigh~"

Lin Mo took a deep breath, didn't pay much attention to it, and wiped it casually with his hands.

But her hand was blocked, and the fire under the pot was also extinguished. Lin Mo looked at Mo Jin holding her hand in confusion.

"what happened?"

Mo Jin looked displeased, and without saying a word, brought Lin Mo's burned hand to his lips, parted his red lips slightly, and blew lightly.

The little deer in Lin Mo's heart bumped around, and his ears were red: "You...why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

Mo Jin frowned slightly, why should he be so shy after being burned?

She grabbed Lin Mo's withdrawn hand with a serious expression, "You're burned."

"It...doesn't hurt..." Lin Mo couldn't retract his hand, but pinched his palm with the other hand, feeling extremely nervous.

Now she is like a student who was secretly caught by the class teacher for making a cheat sheet for the exam, wanting to resist and cowardly.

"I used to cook like this..."

Lin Mo's momentum became weaker and weaker, feeling that he was getting smaller and smaller in front of Mo Jin, and finally swallowed all the words silently.

"Frying is not allowed in the future." Mo Jin lowered his head, and gently blew on Lin Mo's hot red skin.

"I'll do it."

Lin Mo's eyes widened. No matter how she looked at Mo Jin, she didn't look like someone who could cook.

But Mo Jin's tone now is much gentler than the usual cold tone, and he is also very confident. Lin Mo nodded his head in a mysterious way.

Just trust Mo Jin once.

The shirt on Mo Jin was very white, Lin Mo was afraid of getting it dirty, so he took the initiative to wrap his simple animal skin apron around Mo Jin.

Swimming her fingers over Mo Jin's waist, she realized that Mo Jin's waist was much thinner than she imagined. The warm touch came from under her fingertips, and Lin Mo suddenly felt that she was suspected of eating Mo Jin tofu. Hastily withdrew his hand.

The two switched places, Mo Jin was cooking, and Lin Mo was cooking.

Lin Mo discovered that without even a simple blower, the fire is not so easy to control, and the firewood itself has some moisture and is not completely dried, and there is choking black smoke when it burns.

When Mo Jin lit the fire, it was obviously very hot and didn't even emit black smoke. Didn't she and Mo Jin use the same kind of firewood?

When Mo Jin was cooking, he turned it over with a wooden spoon a few times, and said without changing his expression, "Okay, it should be ready to eat."

Lin Mo's face was blackened and whitened by the smoke, and he looked eagerly at the half-baked bamboo shoots in the pot.

"How about frying it again?"

Mo Jin took a spoon and stirred it a few more times, then stopped, looked at the shredded bamboo shoots in the pot, and seemed to be considering whether to continue stirring a few more times.

Lin Mo helplessly supported his forehead: "Get out of the pot."

If you continue to fry like this, you will eat black bamboo shoots.

The author has something to say: Mo Jin (full of confidence): Daughter-in-law, come over for dinner~

Lin Mo (wanting to cry but no tears): After eating this bowl of rice, I will probably die immediately :)

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Han Sheng #1 bottle;

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