Mr. Mo smells so good

After hearing the answer he wanted, Chu Qing was naturally beautiful, so he arrogantly took the ribs away. Hearing the sound of chopping the ribs more vigorously behind him, Mo Yuhui smiled helplessly and shook his head.

Chu Qing's side has finished tidying up, and Mo Yuhui's side has almost washed the dishes. The movement of bending over the sink made his lower back a little stiff and he couldn't straighten up. He supported the sink for a long time before standing up. straight.

His appearance was seen by Chu Qing, and he went straight up to take the freshly bathed dish in his hand.

"You go to the dining table first, I'll bring the pot over to boil the water and prepare the ingredients to eat."

Mo Yuhui nodded without refusing, walked to the table with light steps, and sat down after supporting the table.

When Chu Qing was cooking before, he found a mandarin duck pot at home. Now he excitedly took out the copper mandarin duck pot, and the bottom material he bought just now. The boiling water, the aroma immediately wafted out, and he carried the pot to the dining table.

"How is it? You are quite professional in this pot."

Mo Yuhui couldn't help but increase his appetite when he smelled this fragrance.

"It's very fragrant. She bought it when my aunt was here, but I haven't used it much yet."

"It's really good. I saw it was copper just now. She has a good eye."

After Chu Qing finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen. Like a hardworking bee, he brought mutton, beef, tripe, vegetables, noodles, mushrooms, and various meatballs one after another. Slowly Spread out the whole table.

Finally, he ran to the kitchen, jingling, not knowing what he was cutting. After a while, Chu Qing brought out a plate with minced green onion, ginger and garlic, and a bottle of sesame oil in his hand. After sitting down, he picked up the dipping sauce on the side. I asked the person across the street

"Do you want the dipping sauce spicy or not?"

"It's not spicy."

Chu Qing nodded and handed him the non-spicy one. The spicy side of the hot pot was already boiling. Looking at the tumbling spicy oil, Chu Qing’s eyes were already a little irritated. He took out the opened spicy oil and poured it into the bowl. finely chopped

"I'm sorry."

After speaking, he picked up the beef and hairy belly with his chopsticks and fell into it. Mo Yuhui leaned over and glanced at the ingredients in his bowl and asked with great interest.

"Is this your exclusive formula?"

"Of course, minced green onion, ginger and garlic, salt, chicken essence, a little sesame oil, and this hot chili oil can't be more delicious."

If you ask what is the cinnabar mole in Chu Qing's heart, he will definitely answer you with four words "spicy hot pot".

"It does look appetizing."

Even Mo Yuhui, who has a low appetite, thinks that it should be delicious

The meat in the pot was about to be eaten, Chu Qing just wanted to put down his chopsticks, but suddenly remembered something and got up and went to the kitchen, took a few cans of beer out of the refrigerator, and shook it at the people in the room

"Are you drinking?"

"Forget it, you'd better stop drinking."

Before the man could speak, Chu Qing directly dispelled his idea, took another lemon out of the refrigerator, cut a few slices and made lemonade.

"You'd better drink this."

Chu Qing put the lemonade in front of Mo Yuhui, raised his hand to pick up a can of beer, and took a sip with his head raised. It was not bad, very cold and enjoyable.

Mo Yuhui's eyes fell on the lemonade in front of him, the lines around his eyes were a bit more obvious, cold beer, he still likes to drink this

The meat here is cooked, and the clear soup over there is also boiled. Mo Yuhui put some mutton and vegetables in it, and Chu Qing scooped up a large piece of hairy belly, rolled up the dipping material in the bowl and stuffed it in one bite. In the mouth, suddenly beautiful closed eyes

"Delicious, still the same taste."

Mo Yuhui was amused by his expression, and looked at his bowl again.

"Do you want to try a piece? It shouldn't matter if you eat a little spicy."

As Chu Qing spoke, he picked up another piece of hairy belly and dipped it in the dipping material in his own bowl, and asked him in mid-air. Mo Yuhui picked up the chopsticks and picked up the piece of hairy belly on his chopsticks.

"Well, it's delicious. It doesn't seem so spicy after dipping it in."

"Of course, this onion, ginger and garlic will actually relieve some of the spicy taste."

After a while, the can of beer in Chu Qing's hand ran out, and he raised his hand to open another can and couldn't help sighing.

"The domestic beer is still delicious."

"Is there nothing to drink over there?"

Mo Yuhui took a fish ball and asked him

Chu Qing shook the beer in the can and sighed

"There are, but it's not so particular. The places we go to are generally poor, and there are only beers in barrels, and the taste is not fixed. In some places, you can drink fruit flavors, and sometimes you can drink wheat flavors. In short Have something to drink."

At this moment, the feeling in Chu Qing's body is very inconsistent with the classical and elegant style of this room. He is more like a prodigal son who has been wandering for a long time and returned to his hometown, quietly telling the turbulent past with a glass of dirty wine.

And the middle-aged man opposite him with vast and pure eyes just watched him quietly, listening to him tell the stories that happened when he left home.

"Speaking of which, I haven't had beer for a long time."

The expression in Mo Yuhui's eyes suddenly became complicated

"Of course you don't drink at home alone, and you probably don't drink beer where you need to go."

Chu Qing grinned, what came to his mind was the scene at the reception that day, and the glass glass of wine was the correct way to open it on such an occasion.

"Yeah, those places don't need beer, what they need is luminous cups piled up with RMB."

Mo Yuhui laughed at himself

Seeing his self-mockery, Chu Qing raised his hand and pushed a can of beer towards him. He is a doctor and knows that sometimes mood is more important than body

"Would you like some today? The low degree shouldn't be a big problem."

Mo Yuhui reached for the can of beer, took a glass from the other side of the table, opened it and poured it into the empty glass, Chu Qing suddenly smiled when he saw this scene

"You look a lot like someone I know."

There was only a slight tremor in Mo Yuhui's pouring movement, but it all fell into the eyes of the person opposite.

"who?"

Mo Yuhui's voice is no different from usual at this moment

"His name is Qin Zheng."

Chu Qing stared at the man's eyes, and time seemed to stand still for a moment, but this time there were no waves in the man's eyes, he just asked him curiously

"You met in East Africa?"

"Yeah, when I first went to East Africa, he was just like you. At that time, it was not easy to drink beer in cans. Everyone drank directly from the cans. Only he would struggle Find a cup and pour it out."

It seemed to Chu Qing that the man went down the ladder on the roof, found the glass and then climbed up before his eyes. He even laughed at him countless times, it was unnecessary.

The author says:

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