I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

"This...has nothing to do with me." Zhou Mo asked.

Liang Xinyun didn't know how to answer for a while.

Liu Xiangru and Zhou Zheng looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment.

It was Han Chen who spoke by himself and said, "Momo, do you accept me?"

Zhou Mo was shocked.

Han Chen, what does this mean?Confess to her in public?

Han Chen's serious and harmless expression made it impossible to tell the truth from the fake.

Even his mother Liang Xinyun, the person who knew him best, was startled by Han Chen's sudden serious words.

In the past, he only thought about Han Chen's straight mind, and he could never turn the corner. This time, Han Chen turned the corner, but this is too straightforward, too simple and straightforward, right?

Zhou Mo pretended to be calm and was not easily fooled by Han Chen's words. She asked, "What do you accept?"

"My explanation just now." Han Chen replied solemnly.

The conversation is too sharp.

Liang Xinyun, Liu Xiangru and Zhou Zheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a pity.

Zhou Moxin said, she knew it.

How could it be possible for Han Chen to blatantly utter the words of courting her in front of the two parents.

In other words, Han Chen's mouth was terribly strict, and he was not the kind of person to say such things at all.

Zhou Mo rolled his eyes at him, "It doesn't make sense to explain or not, why don't we eat this dumpling well, at least Aunt Liang and my parents are happy, right?"

Liang Xinyun hurriedly responded with a smile, "That's right, Momo is right."

After Zhou Mo finished speaking, Liang Xinyun also knew what Zhou Mo meant.

For Zhou Mo, it was useless for Liang Xinyun to press Han Chen's head and ask him to swear on his knees. Xu Qingli was not the key to the problem.

Han Chen's mind is the key to the problem.

Han Chen is not enlightened, it is useless to say more, it is all nonsense.

It's better to eat dumplings together, at least the two families are lively and happy.

Zhou Mo's attitude is loose.

Liang Xinyun was very happy.

This time, Liu Xiangru prepared three kinds of stuffing: leek eggs, shiitake mushrooms and shrimp, and pork and chrysanthemum chrysanthemum. Five people joined the battle and made more than 200 or almost [-] dumplings.

Zhou Mo rolled his head sullenly, his palms were almost blistered by the rolling pin.

During the period, Zhou Zheng happened to go to the kitchen to get something.

Seeing Zhou Mo still rolling out dumpling wrappers, he asked distressedly, "Does your hand hurt?"

Zhou Mo put down the rolling pin, held the palm of his hand, showed Zhou Zheng his thenar muscles, and complained coquettishly: "Hey, look, it's all red, and it feels like it's going to blister."

Zhou Zheng broke her palm and looked at it red, he really felt distressed.

"You go make dumplings, and I'll do the rest," Zhou Zheng said.

"No, it's over soon. Besides, your skill at rolling out dumpling wrappers is not as good as mine. Be careful to be scolded by my mother."

Zhou Zheng: "After all these years, how often have I been reprimanded by your mother? You go out, I'll come, it's just a dumpling wrapper, wrapped into zongzi, and you can eat it when it's cooked."

Zhou Mo laughed out loud.

Dumplings are made into zongzi, thanks to Zhou Zheng for being able to find such a description.

Zhou Mo joked: "Then I will celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival earlier."

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "Go."

Zhou Mo left the kitchen and came to the dining room.

Seeing her coming, Liu Xiangru picked up a dumpling wrapper and gave it to her, "Pack."

Zhou Mo complained, "Hand hurts."

Liu Xiangru glared at her, "How much work you can do, but your hands hurt, what's wrong."

Zhou Mo pouted, "It really hurts, look."

She extended her hand to Liu Xiangru.

Liu Xiangru slapped Zhou Mo's palm hard.

"Ah, Mom, it hurts," Zhou Mo yelled dissatisfied.

Liang Xinyun looked distressed, quickly took Zhou Mo's hand, and said, "Come on, come here and let me have a look."

Zhou Mo spread out his palms, "Look, Auntie, they are all red."

Liang Xinyun rubbed it a few times, "It's so popular, I rolled so many dumpling skins. I rubbed them, it's hard work."

Zhou Mo giggled, and took Liang Xinyun's arm, "Aunt Liang is better."

Liang Xinyun was very happy when she heard this, "Sure enough, it's good to have a daughter. Acting like a baby and saying a few words can make people happy."

Liu Xiangru gave Zhou Mo a white look, "Xin Yun, don't be fooled by her, she just wants to be lazy and win your sympathy."

Zhou Mo was exposed and argued, "I didn't."

"Come over and make dumplings if you don't," Liu Xiangru stuffed the dumpling wrapper into Zhou Mo's hands.

Zhou Mo suddenly became stubborn, "I don't want to wrap it anymore."

Liu Xiangru was about to teach her, when Han Chen suddenly took the dumpling wrapper from Zhou Mo's hand, and wrapped it up on his own.

"I'll help you." Han Chen said.

Everyone present, including Zhou Mo, were slightly taken aback.

Seeing that Han Chen took over Zhou Mo's work, Liu Xiangru couldn't say anything.

There is not much left in the follow-up, and the stuffing will be finished soon.

She simply said: "Han Chen, let me and your mother come to finish the finishing work. You and Momo go to the living room to sit for a while."

Liang Xinyun also said: "Yes, Han Chen, you two go to the living room to watch TV, and I will finish with your Aunt Liu. I will call you when the dumplings are cooked."

Han Chen looked at the three bottomed dumpling pots, got up and said, "Okay."

Zhou Mo didn't want to make a bag for a long time, her hands were really hurting, and with the permission of Liu Xiangru and Liang Xinyun, she happily ran to the living room and turned on the TV without hesitation.

Han Chen also followed, sitting on the sofa in the living room and watching Han Chen change the channel.

Zhou Mo asked, "What do you want to see?"

Han Chen got up, walked a few steps and sat beside her.

Zhou Mo felt that the sofa beside her was sinking, and she rang the alarm, but she didn't dare to make a sound, "What are you doing?"

Liu Xiangru and Liang Xinyun were still making dumplings at the dining table, but there was a corner between the dining table and the living room. At this moment, the corner of the sofa where Zhou Mo and Han Chen were sitting could not be seen from the dining room.

Han Chen leaned very close on purpose, sitting side by side with Zhou Mo.

"Are you crazy?" Zhou Mo asked silently in horror.

Han Chen smiled and said in a low voice, "Show me your hand."

Zhou Mo looked at him suspiciously, "Why did I show you?"

Han Chen: "Didn't you say your hands hurt?"

Zhou Mo felt that Han Chen was crazy. What he said before was so easy for the two parents to misunderstand, but now the two parents are in the living room, and he is so intimate...

Without waiting for Zhou Mo's reaction, Han Chen directly pulled Zhou Mo's hand, looked up, observed carefully, and pressed her thenar muscle with his fingers.

"It's okay, no bubbles." Han Chen held Zhou Mo's hand, lowered his head and blew, then raised his eyes and asked her, "Does it still hurt?"

Zhou Mo's palm felt cool, and then it felt hot again.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Zhou Mo turned her face away, not daring to look at Han Chen, she drew back her hand, "I just said that, and I was playing with my mother."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Han Chen took the time to ask.

"What did I tell you?" Zhou Mo didn't understand.

"Tell me, your hand hurts and you don't want to roll out the dumpling wrappers. I'll help you, and Aunt Liu won't say anything about you."

Zhou Mo couldn't help laughing, his heart was inexplicably filled, "You love me so much?"

Han Chen raised his eyelids, and his beautiful eyes took her tenderly for a moment, "Otherwise?"

Zhou Mo didn't expect him to admit it so generously.