Mr. Mo smells so good

The fireworks were in full bloom for an hour, and it was almost 08:30 when Chu Qing and Mo Yuhui arrived home. The man pointed to the TV when he entered the room

"The Spring Festival Gala has begun."

Chu Qing was a little funny, helped him take off his clothes and pushed him onto the sofa

"Look, I'm going to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner."

"I'll help you."

Saying that, Mo Yuhui was about to get up, but was pushed back by Chu Qing

"Sit for a while, warm up, it's still too cold outside, your hands are freezing cold, come back later when you need to adjust the dumpling stuffing."

After Chu Qing finished speaking, he handed the warm baby to him, covered him with a blanket, and went to the kitchen. This evening was a serious New Year's Eve dinner, and he prepared an authentic pigeon soup.

In this way, Mo Yuhui was watching the Spring Festival Gala in the house, and Chu Qing was busy in the kitchen. This time he didn't close the door, the sound of the kitchen burning incense, and the sound of the range hood could be heard in the house, but Mo Yuhui didn't feel noisy at all. The feeling is really full of fireworks atmosphere.

He raised his eyes to look at this familiar room, there were more and more traces of another person inside, the skateboard that the young man just bought hadn't had time to put it away, the open car magazines were spread out on the table, and the festive decoration A festive decoration.

He can't even remember how he came here on such a New Year's Eve in the past. For him, the festival of reunion and New Year's celebration seems to be the same as usual, deserted and deserted, eating as usual, watching the website. Qing's photo to sleep.

"What are you thinking? Isn't the Spring Festival Gala good? Are you still distracted?"

One sentence brought back Mo Yuhui's sanity, and when he lowered his head, he saw the smiling face of the young man, and he couldn't help poking it with his hand.

"It's beautiful. How are you doing? Do you need my help?"

Chu Qing held the man's finger and put it on his lips for a kiss.

"Yes, don't always show it."

"Walk."

Mo Yuhui patted the young man on the shoulder and stood up with his strength. Chu Qing put a chair for him and let him sit in front of the kitchen table. The liquid is placed in the dumpling stuffing in the basin.

"So you added egg liquid, I said why it's so tender."

"Yeah, you have seen the exclusive secret recipe."

The man also teased him with a light smile

"Are you hungry, shall we eat after eleven o'clock?"

"Not hungry, are you hungry?"

Eat more at eleven o'clock, and cook dumplings when it is almost twelve o'clock, and they can be eaten at twelve o'clock. "Oh, I'm hungry. I secretly ate rice sausage while I was cooking."

The two started making dumplings together, suddenly Chu Qing stood up as if remembering something

"what happened?"

"Wrap in coins. When I was a child, my family used to wrap coins for Chinese New Year dumplings. I'll find two later."

As he said that, Chu Qing started flipping coins everywhere. Now he pays the bill either with his mobile phone or with a card. He doesn’t even have a dollar note in his pocket, let alone a dime.

"Do you have a dime at home, baby?"

"There's a piggy bank in the study, go and have a look."

Mo Yuhui told the people who were rummaging outside, Chu Qing went to the study to rummage a few times, and he saw a piggy bank, which fit the appearance of a little golden pig, and it really didn't match the retro decoration of the room. But that little pig was really naive. He opened it from the bottom and turned out a dime.

"Big brother, I didn't expect you to be so innocent and have such a cute piggy bank."

Chu Qing came out with a dime, and looked at the person who was making dumplings with a wicked smile.

"You liked this when you were a kid, and once I saw it I bought one too."

After saying this, Chu Qing was stunned for a moment, and then he became smaller again.

"Look, I just said how that pig looks so good-looking, so I like it."

The coin was washed by Chu Qing with salt several times before Mo Yuhui wrapped it in the dumpling. It was easy to find, and Mo Yuhui wrapped the rest by himself.

Chu Qing wrapped the finished dumplings in plastic wrap, put away all the side dishes, and brought someone into the house, sat on the sofa and stretched his legs

"Oh, it's so comfortable, I'm exhausted."

He basically spent the day in the kitchen, Mo Yuhui squeezed his shoulders with some distress, Chu Qing squinted his eyes in enjoyment, like a kitten being petted comfortably, but he couldn't bear to tire their old man , turned around and took his hand.

"You've worked hard too, I'll give you a massage."

This look of puppy legs made Mo Yuhui laugh

"I'm not tired, you're only tired after cooking for a day."

The two leaned on the sofa, watching the Spring Festival Gala, and chatting about their plans for the next year. Chu Qing remembered that the man said that he wanted a child. He had been in contact with someone he met in a foreign institution in the past two days. Spring Festival, just right, they can go there after the new year, he has already made up his mind to rest, and this child is already going to take Mo Yuhui's surname.

After eleven o'clock, Chu Qing went to the kitchen again and put the prepared side dishes into the pot one by one. Mo Yuhui also got up and went into the kitchen with him

"I remember that I couldn't help setting off firecrackers when I was a child. Now it's almost 12 o'clock and many people have started to set off firecrackers. Now it's quieter."

Chu Qing became busy and said

"Yeah, it's quite quiet now, but the cities have banned it, and some small towns can still set off firecrackers."

"Then next year we can go to the small town to celebrate the New Year. I guess the flavor of the New Year there will be stronger."

The dumplings were put on a plate and brought to the table, and the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala had already begun. Chu Qing poured the red wine and gave the man another look at the pigeon soup.

With the countdown to 12, when the clock struck [-] o'clock, Mo Yuhui suddenly spoke

"Xiaoqing wish me a new year."

"Mr. Mo, happy new year, good health, happiness and happiness, everything goes well."

First Young Master Chu smiled and said kindly, the man on the opposite side smiled warmly, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes seemed to have warmed up, he took out a red envelope from somewhere, handed it to the young man on the opposite side and smiled

"Happy New Year, Xiaoqing, come and get the lucky money."

Chu Qing looked at the red envelope with obvious surprise in his eyes, quickly put down his cup and reached out to take the red envelope

"Big brother, you are too kind, and there are red envelopes."

"One year older, be obedient."

"Be obedient, be obedient, listen to everything you say."

Chu Qing couldn't wait to open the red envelope, and inside was a card

"The password is your birthday."

Mo Yuhui thought about what to give him in the red envelope, but after much deliberation, he still felt that he would be the happiest if he just wrapped the bank card, as expected.

"Come, come, let's eat dumplings. The next part is to eat coins. Those who eat coins will make a fortune next year."