Did the same table use the beauty meter today?

A warm feeling came from the top of his head, Cheng Mo froze slightly at first, and then slowly relaxed.

Sheng Yan asked softly: "Does your stomach hurt all the time? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No," Cheng Mo's expression changed slightly, and then he immediately softened his tone, "There is medicine at home."

As if he was worried that Sheng Yan would not believe it, he went upstairs to show Sheng Yan the medicine, and swallowed a few pills in front of Sheng Yan.

Seeing Cheng Mo take the medicine, the expression on Sheng Yan's face finally eased, and then he started to solve Cheng Mo's dinner problem: "Is there any food at home? I'll make you something to eat."

Sheng Yan can cook?

There was a hint of surprise in Cheng Mo's eyes.

Sheng Yan was amused by his expression, and couldn't help rubbing Cheng Mo's head again.He had wanted to do this for a long time, and he had been reluctant to try it before. Since Cheng Mo didn't resist after rubbing it just now, he is now confident and bold to do it.

"I'm not very good at it, don't expect too much, at most it's at an edible level." Sheng Yan said.

He lived alone very early, he was too lazy to invite his aunt, and he couldn't order takeaway for every meal, so he gradually started to cook by himself.

The rice cooked by Sheng Yan is edible at least, and Cheng Mo thinks that what he cooks belongs to the category that everything will be fine when it is cooked, so even after hearing what Sheng Yan said, he still has the same expectation in his heart.

It's just that the ingredients at home may not be enough to support Shengyan's performance...

Before school started, he cleaned up all the things in the house. He didn't buy any groceries when he came back today. He opened the refrigerator and saw that there were only a few eggs left in the upper freezer compartment, and only a few packs of quick-frozen dumplings in the lower freezer compartment.In fact, Cheng Mo has always been inclined to buy this kind of semi-finished products when buying vegetables, as long as they are cooked, they can be eaten without adding ingredients, which is perfect for him.

Seeing this, he could only cook dumplings. Sheng Yan took a bag of dumplings into the kitchen, and Cheng Mo stood at the door of the kitchen to watch Sheng Yan's movements.Sheng Yan knew it at first glance, he was proficient in everything, and he wouldn't be like him, wanting to take three steps back after firing a fire.

He is not very willing to go into the kitchen. Most of the time at home, he and Ms. Hu are doing their own things without interfering with each other. The experience is almost zero, so that after Ms. Hu left, he even found out how to fire.

Watching other people cook is quite a novel experience. Although it is just a matter of simply pouring oil, salt and pouring dumplings under water, he can do these steps, but Sheng Yan cooks it much more smoothly and smoothly than him, so it feels different.

The dumplings have already been put into the pot, and they are ready to be cooked. Sheng Yan turned around and saw Cheng Mo standing at the door watching, his eyes bright.

The door was a bit far away from where he was standing, and the view was not very good. Cheng Mo looked at it seriously, but stood at the door and refused to step in, as if the kitchen had set up a barrier that he couldn't get in.

Sheng Yan couldn't hold back a smile, walked over and gently rubbed Cheng Mo's forehead with the back of his hand: "Why are you standing here?"

Cheng Mo liked Sheng Yan's little actions quite a bit, rubbed his forehead, and turned his gaze to Sheng Yan: "Let me see."

"Why don't you go and see?" Sheng Yan laughed again.

Cheng Mo hesitated for a moment, and then took two steps inside, as if he refused to approach the pot, which made Sheng Yan amused.

Walking over to take a look into the pot, Sheng Yan said: "It's almost ready, go out and wait."

Cheng Mo was actually a little curious about how Sheng Yan could tell. Every time he poked open a dumpling with chopsticks to try the filling, he could tell if it was cooked. Although he was curious, he was not keen on this fact. Anyway, he can tell if the dumplings are cooked by poking them open, so there is no need to ask Sheng Yan, so he nodded and walked out of the kitchen.

After picking up the bowls and chopsticks, it didn't take long for Sheng Yan to come out with the cooked dumplings.

The quick-frozen dumplings actually taste the same, but Cheng Mo just thinks that Sheng Yan's cooking tastes better than his. Although he didn't eat dinner, the time when he felt hungry has passed. He must stop his chopsticks when he can't eat much, but today he ate up the whole bowl of dumplings.

It was nearly ten o'clock when the dishes and chopsticks were cleaned up, Sheng Yan was not worried about Cheng Mo, the upstairs and downstairs were empty, and it would be dark if the lights were not turned on, it was terribly quiet, and Cheng Mo usually had to tell stories to relax When I got down, I probably just wanted some movement around me, and I knew I wouldn't like this kind of environment.

His deskmate can't relax in the dormitory, let alone here, after thinking about it, Sheng Yan said worriedly: "Why don't I tell you the story before leaving."

Cheng Mo only felt the temperature on his face rise in an instant. Sheng Yan came over this evening, gave him candy, cooked, and now he has to put him to sleep, and he only leaves when he falls asleep. It's probably the same with children. up.

However, Sheng Yan has always been very patient, as if he didn't find these things troublesome at all, patient and gentle, so good that Cheng Mo couldn't help but want to be more greedy.

"Can't you go?" After saying this, Cheng Mo felt very uneasy, worried that Sheng Yan would not agree, so he immediately added, "It's so late..."