Mr. Mo smells so good

Chu Qing put the sorted papers on the corner of the table, and he put the five-character paper at the bottom. He got up and hesitated, pulled out the page with the poems, and put it in the drawer alone. , and suppressed it with a notebook. This is his nostalgia for this place, but for some reason he doesn't want that person to see it at a glance.

He wondered what would that person think if he accidentally turned to this poem?

After tidying everything up, he took off his slippers downstairs again, went upstairs barefoot, gently pushed open the bedroom door, the room was still dark, he groped lightly on the bed and got into the bed, it was okay , the man did not wake up.

But he didn't know that the person he thought hadn't woken up, heard the sound of him walking gently, and then let go of the hand he had been holding tightly.

Mo Yuhui didn't really breathe a sigh of relief until the bed beside him collapsed slightly. He knew that the young man was going to leave, but he didn't want him to leave so slightly. Even if he was looking at his back, he still wanted to watch him leave.

It was already very late when Chu Qing came back, maybe he had just done everything he needed to do, as if a big stone had been put down in his heart, sleepiness gradually came up, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after.

Mo Yuhui heard that the breathing around him became even, so he turned his body very carefully. It was always cloudy outside and there was no moonlight, but this did not affect him in the middle of the night. The face in the mind.

He gently raised his hand to touch his face but he was afraid of waking him up, so he only touched his cheek lightly and then left. The man finally closed his eyes with satisfaction, and slowly fell asleep.

Mo Yuhui woke up before dawn, and he got out of bed gently, deliberately going to the next room to wash up in order not to wake up the people around him.

Mo Yuhui went downstairs and went to the kitchen, took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, put the meat in the meat grinder and mixed it well, and then began to make the stuffing, beef carrot, pork and shrimp.

He wanted to make dumplings for that young man. In the early morning kitchen, the lights were on, and a handsome man in a gray woolen sweater was kneading dough and rolling out cakes. Just looking at it made people feel calm.

Chu Qing slept too late last night, and it was almost eight o'clock when he opened his eyes. I'm afraid it's too late to make breakfast. He quickly sat up straight, but when he turned around, he found that the people around him were gone, the quilt was empty, and he had already woken up ?

He hurriedly got up and rushed to the bathroom to wash up. When he went downstairs, he saw that the person who had gotten up was busy in the kitchen. When he walked over, he found that he was actually making dumplings.

There are two pots with two kinds of fillings on the counter in the kitchen, and on one side there is a dumpling cake on the top of the panel that has just been rolled.

"Get up, breakfast will be ready in a while."

Mo Yuhui smiled and greeted the young man, and put a good-looking dumpling on the other panel.

"When did you get up? Why did you remember making dumplings?"

Chu Qing looked at the panel on one side and there were already a lot of dumplings, what time did this guy who made stuffing and noodles start?

"It's past five, get on the dumpling and get off the noodles, you're leaving today, you have to eat dumplings."

The man's voice was gentle, and he was talking to him while wrapping the dumplings in his hand.

Hearing this, Chu Qing felt a little hot in his heart. He got up so early to make dumplings for him, so he leaned over to take a look.

"What kind of stuffing?"

"Beef and carrots, as well as pork and shrimp, you should like it."

Mo Yuhui looked at his brows and eyes softening. Chu Qing really likes to eat. He already likes to eat meat. This person's complexion is not very good. His waist and legs hurt like that yesterday, and he still gets up today to make dumplings for him.

"I haven't eaten dumplings in years."

Although the young man had a smile on his face, he couldn't help feeling emotional in his voice. His impression of dumplings seemed to be when his parents were still there when he was a child. After that, no one seemed to make dumplings for him.

Mo Yuhui heard that there was something wrong with his tone, and raised his head to look at the nostalgic and sad smile on his face, as if his heart had been pricked, and couldn't help feeling distressed, and said to him in a warm voice

"Then Xiaoqing eat more today."

After Chu Qing nodded to him with a smile, he picked up the apron on one side and moved closer to him

"Let me pack it for you."

"Can you pack?"

Mo Yuhui also laughed, although he said so, he still moved a step to make room for him.

"Yes, I learned it when I was a child."

Pick up the cake, put the stuffing on it, pinch the pleats one by one, wrap it up and put it in front of Mo Yuhui for him to see

Mo Yuhui nodded and quickly praised him

"Well, it's well packaged."

The morning before Chu Qing left, the two of them made dumplings together in the kitchen.

"These should be almost done. Are you hungry? I'll boil the water first."

Mo Yuhui stopped when he saw that the number was almost the same. It was eight o'clock, and Chu Qing might be hungry.

Chu Qing saw that there was still a lot of noodles and stuffing left and said

"Well, you can go in and sit for a while after you boil the water. I'll wrap up the rest of this, and freeze the uneaten ones. When you want to eat, you can just take it out and cook it. It's convenient."

His tone was very natural, as if it had become a habit to help him arrange what to eat every day, and even if he was about to leave soon, he would help him think about it. Chu Qing didn't notice anything, but heard this behind him There was a warm smile on the corner of the man's lips.

Mo Yuhui boiled the water in the pot and was driven out of the kitchen by Chu Qing

"Go to the dining table and wait. I haven't left there yet. I'm still your cook. You can enjoy it."

Chu Qing saw him put his hands on his waist several times, and hurriedly kicked him out.

Mo Yuhui didn't insist this time either, his waist really hurt a little.

When the pot boiled, Chu Qing put one side of the dumplings into it, and continued to make dumplings while waiting for the dumplings to be cooked. The plate was placed in the refrigerator to freeze.

"Come, come, let's eat dumplings."

Chu Qing took out the steaming dumplings, there were three whole plates, and went to the kitchen to bring soy sauce, vinegar, and sesame oil.

"Try to see if it's delicious. I haven't made stuffing for a long time. I don't know how it is made?"

Mo Yuhui smiled and picked a beef minced for the young man on the opposite side.

Chu Qing ate a big dumpling in two mouthfuls, his expression was very enjoyable, this time it was his turn to praise the person opposite

"It's delicious, it's really good, you still have this skill."

Seeing his delicious food, Mo Yuhui also had a smile on his face

"Eat more if it tastes good. You will have to take the car later, and you won't be able to eat anything good on the train. Eat more to save yourself from being hungry for a while."

The author says:

Mr. Mo was very reluctant to part with him, and secretly touched Xiaoqing's face at night, haha

In fact, these two are also very warm.

Chu Gouzi wrote a prescription for Mr. Mo late at night

Mr. Mo got up early to make dumplings for Xiaoqing

In fact, Xiao Chu is quite pitiful. No one has helped him pack his luggage so carefully wherever he has been all these years, and made him a dumpling meal before getting in the car.

But with Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo will always give him all the warmth

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