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She threw the vegetables in her hand to Han Chen and walked out of the kitchen.

Han Chen looked at her leaving back, seemingly complacent.

Zhou Mo went to the living room, turned on the TV, and casually played the hottest TV series.

After guessing that Han Chen was about to wash, Zhou Mo got up and went back to the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, Han Chen even cut the vegetables.

"You do?" Han Chen asked Zhou Mo at the kitchen door.

Zhou Mo is not a person who is used to eating free food and opening his mouth for food, although she paid for the bulk of the meal.

She washed her hands again, raised her hand and opened the cabinet above her head to get an apron.

Han Chen suddenly appeared behind her, "I'll help you."

Being tall and tall, he casually took off the apron from the top cabinet and handed it to Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo was stuck between the desk and him by Han Chen, and she could even feel that when Han Chen raised his hand to pick up something, his body leaned forward habitually.

The force is not heavy, it just sticks to her back.

Zhou Mo was stiff and motionless.

Taking the apron from Han Chen, she pushed back with her elbow, pushed Han Chen away, and put the apron on the side.

Han Chen stepped aside, stepped aside, and quietly observed Zhou Mo's every move.

Zhou Mo felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, "You go to watch TV, and block it here."

"It's okay, I'll just take a look."

"..."

Zhou Mo set up a pot to light the fire, poured oil and turned on the range hood, all done in one go.

Although he tried his best not to pay attention to Han Chen, Zhou Mo was really upset because he couldn't stand him beside him.

"Can you stop staring at me?"

"I'll just take a look, and it won't affect you."

Zhou Mo wanted to say why it didn't affect him, but he was too embarrassed to say so, so he could only say: "I'm not used to having people watching beside me when I cook."

Han Chen said, "I didn't look at you again."

Zhou Mo didn't believe it, "I didn't look at me, so what are you looking at?"

Han Chen said in a deep voice, "Can't you learn how to cook?"

Zhou Mo rolled his eyes, turned off the fire, and pushed Han Chen out of the kitchen.

Han Chen looked back at her, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Mo placed Han Chen on the sofa and asked him to sit facing the TV. She also picked out a cooking show by the way.

Handing the remote control to Han Chen, Zhou Mo said, "Don't you want to learn how to cook? Look at this, he is still a professional."

Han Chen's face darkened.

Zhou Mo turned and went back to the kitchen.

Without the pressure from Han Chen's eyes, she quickly cooked a few small stir-fries, stewed pork ribs and winter melon beef soup.

The living room is very quiet, except for the sound of the TV.

Zhou Mo wondered what Han Chen was doing.

After coming out of the kitchen with the dishes, he glanced briefly at the living room and found that Han Chen had fallen asleep on the sofa.

He was lying on his side, pillowing his arm on one side, and he couldn't fit it on the long-legged sofa, so he could only slump on the ground.

The other hand was comfortably placed in front of him, holding the remote control in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Mo's mind was inexplicably overlapped with the figure of another man - her father Zhou Zheng.

It was the same when Zhou Zheng was at home.

Liu Xiangru was busy in the kitchen, and Zhou Zheng couldn't help, so he would watch TV in the living room, but he felt sleepy after just a few glances, so he collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep directly.

Liu Xiangru told him again and again not to be lazy before going to bed, but to cover his pillow with a thin blanket to avoid catching cold.

But Zhou Zheng couldn't listen every time.

However, Zhou Mo did not have the patience of Liu Xiangru.

She pulled out the remote control from Han Chen's hand, and Han Chen suddenly woke up, his consciousness was hazy, his eyes were not fully opened, and Zhou Mo's fair side face was in his eyelids.

"Why?" Han Chen's voice was hoarse and low.

Zhou Moli turned off the TV.

"It's time to eat." She turned and went to the kitchen.

Han Chen got up sleepily, and leaned on the sofa to relax for a while. Seeing that Zhou Mo had already arranged the food, he got up and was about to walk over.

Zhou Mo glanced at him, "Go and wash your hands."

Han Chen turned to the bathroom and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Just sat down at the table, not yet settled down.

"Bang bang bang", suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Zhou Mo and Han Chen suddenly looked at each other.

Han Chen frowned: "Who is looking for you at this time? Don't be Yu Yizhou again."

Zhou Mo was also puzzled, "I'll go and have a look."

She lay down in front of the cat and took a look.

It turned out to be Liu Xiangru.

Zhou Mo panicked for a moment, with an embarrassed look on her face, she turned her head and whispered, "It's over, it's my mother."

Han Chen was also taken aback.

Zhou Mo reacted quickly, pulled Han Chen to drag him, hurriedly shoved him into the bedroom, and closed the door.

However, Han Chen opened it from the inside again.

Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing? Come in!"

Han Chen glanced at the door, "Shoes."

Only then did Zhou Mo realize that he almost made a big mistake.

"I see, you go in quickly and don't make a sound." Zhou Mo warned.

Han Chen slowly closed the door.

Zhou Mo packed up Han Chen's shoes.

There was another knock on the door, accompanied by Liu Xiangru's voice: "Momo, open the door, it's me."

Zhou Mo got up and opened the door, and immediately sent a smiling face, "Mom, why are you here?"

Liu Xiangru glanced at her tenderly, "Why can't I come? I'm your mother, so I can't come to see you?"

Saying that, Liu Xiangru had come in.

Zhou Mo immediately bent down to help her get a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

Liu Xiangru handed the insulated bag to Zhou Mo, "The pigeon soup for you. Your uncle brought some pigeons a few days ago. I thought you hadn't tasted them, so I stewed them and brought them to you."

"Thank you mom," Zhou Mo said with a smile.

After Liu Xiangru changed her shoes, she smelled the smell of rice in the restaurant, "Have you cooked?"

"Ah... um!" Zhou Mo responded, but his heart was extremely panicked.

Liu Xiangru was relieved and delighted, "Let me see what delicious food my girl has made."

The restaurant is not big, only a small square table is set up. On the table, there are some light stir-fries, braised pork ribs, and beef soup stewed in a casserole.

"Not bad," Liu Xiangru couldn't help praising, "I thought you would know how to take good care of yourself if you came out to live by yourself. It seems I'm thinking too much."

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Xiangru suddenly noticed that there were two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, still in the opposite seats.

Liu Xiangru was suspicious, "Who are you inviting for dinner?"

"No, there's no one there," Zhou Mo concealed embarrassingly.

"Set two sets of bowls and chopsticks without you?"

Zhou Mo screamed that something was wrong, and completely forgot to put away the bowls and chopsticks.

Talking logic with Liu Xiangru, Zhou Mo will only bring shame on himself.

"No, just... just..." Zhou Mo started to brainstorm, and she had an idea, she said: "Eating alone is too boring, put two sets of bowls and chopsticks, just treat me as someone to accompany me."

Liu Xiangru was dubious, and scanned the food on the table, "You cook so much for one person? Can't these two people finish it?"

Zhou Mo put down the thermal bag in his hand, leaned close to Liu Xiangru, and said coquettishly, "I guessed that you would come today, so I made it for you in advance."

Liu Xiangru listened to it very well, but she didn't believe Zhou Mo's nonsense, "You, you will pick something nice to say. I ate it when I came here, you can eat it."

Zhou Mo asked: "Where is my dad? Do you want to pack it for him and take it back?"

Liu Xiangru glared at her, "With me here, how can your father be hungry?"

Zhou Mo stuck out his tongue, "obediently serve myself a meal."

Liu Xiangru touched the plates of several dishes.

Zhou Mo bit her chopsticks and looked at her curiously, "Mom, what are you doing?"