I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

When Han Chen came out of the shower, he saw Liang Xinyun caressing his chest, breathing hard.

He thought that Liang Xinyun was not feeling well, so he asked worriedly: "Mom, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Liang Xinyun gave him a gouged look, "I don't feel bad, I just see you feel bad."

Han Chen: "..."

Liang Xinyun turned around and sat on the sofa, commanding Han Chen to say: "Look at that pot of chicken soup, you made the kitchen so smelly, anyway, I don't want to go in, just pray, I hope that when Momo comes back, the smell will be gone." Disappeared."

Han Chen said, "No way. I bought the snail noodles with Momo's approval. She won't be able to stand the taste."

Liang Xinyun asked: "Momo doesn't mind the smell of that pot?"

Han Chen was speechless for a moment.

He really can't guarantee this.

Zhou Mo cares about a lot of things, which is also very strange, especially this pot. Zhou Mo has repeatedly instructed him not to break it, which shows how much she attaches importance to it.

Now the pot is not broken, it just stinks...

But who knows, when the snail noodles are cooked in an enamel pot, the noodles are not very tasty, but the pot is delicious...

"Bang bang bang-"

Someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Liang Xinyun asked Han Chen, "Did you date a friend?"

"No," Han Chen frowned.

"Is it takeaway?" Liang Xinyun asked, and went to open the door.

When she opened the door and saw the person outside, Liang Xinyun burst into a smile, "Ah, it's Momo."

But after being happy for a while, she couldn't laugh again, after all, "Stinky Pot" was still cooking chicken in the kitchen.

The moment Han Chen saw Zhou Mo enter the door, his heart almost stopped beating.

He swore he had never been so nervous in his life.

He was in a relationship with Zhou Mo before, and he was not nervous when he was called to the head teacher's office.

But facing Zhou Mo at this moment, he felt like he was about to break out in a cold sweat.

Zhou Mo saw that Han Chen's whole body was stiff and his expression was not right, so he couldn't help but turn cold, "Why, aren't you happy to see me back?"

"Happy, how could you be unhappy?" Han Chen hurried forward and took her bag and suitcase from Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo always felt that something was wrong with Han Chen, and he flinched when facing her.

"Why are you back today? Didn't you say you'll be back the day after tomorrow?" Liang Xinyun dragged Zhou Mo into the room, settled him on the sofa, and frantically gave Han Chen winks from the corner of her eye.

Han Chen put down his suitcase and hurried into the kitchen.

Seeing Han Chen's suspicious behavior, Zhou Mo panicked inexplicably.

But she still suppressed her emotions and answered Liang Xinyun's words seriously: "My teacher said that there is nothing important to do tomorrow, so I will come back first."

"It's fine to come back," Liang Xinyun asked, out of words, "Do your parents know, have you told them?"

"not yet."

"When you go out and go home, you have to tell your parents."

"Well, I'll tell them in a while," Zhou Mo responded, taking out his phone to send Liu Xiangru a message.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"Nope."

"Didn't you eat on the plane?"

"I'm on this flight without catering."

"Is that so..."

Liang Xinyun didn't know what to say, and the topic stopped abruptly.

Zhou Mo also felt weird, always feeling that Liang Xinyun was chatting awkwardly.

Suddenly there was a "bang bang" in the kitchen.

"I'll go and have a look," Zhou Mo worried about what might happen, so he hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen.

"No, Han Chen is making soup, just let him watch it by himself," Liang Xinyun followed behind Zhou Mo, trying to hold Zhou Mo.

However, Zhou Mo acted too quickly, and Liang Xinyun failed.

When Zhou Mo entered the kitchen, he saw Han Chen frantically sprinkling all kinds of condiments into the soup.

Tangerine peel, star anise, pepper, pepper...

Zhou Mo was startled, "Are you... making soup?"

"Momo, I..." Holding the bottle of pepper noodles in his hand, Han Chen was at a loss for a while, and didn't know how to explain it.

He sprinkled too much pepper, and the flying dust got into his nasal cavity. Han Chen and Zhou Mo couldn't hold back, and sneezed at the same time.

Zhou Mo quickly pinched his nose and snatched the pepper bottle from Han Chen's hand.

"Are you stewing soup, or cooking dark dishes?"

Pushing Han Chen away from the stove, she quickly took the spoon next to it, took out half a spoon and poured it into a bowl. After a brief taste, the taste was strange and heavy.

Zhou Mo quickly poured some boiling water from the kettle into the pot, trying to dilute the taste of the pot of soup.

"Momo..."

Standing aside, Han Chen looked like a child who had made a mistake, not knowing what to say.

"Go out, let me see if I can fix it."

She was about to stoop to find salt in the cupboard.

Han Chen directly pulled Zhou Mo up.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Mo looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that he was acting weird today.

Zhou Mo was also extremely nervous.

"I..." Han Chen didn't know how to speak, "Did you taste the strange taste of soup just now?"

"It's a little bit, but it's okay. Adding water should make it lighter," Zhou Mo looked at him and asked, "What's wrong? Is the chicken not processed well?"

"No," Han Chen lowered his eyes: "Momo, I made a mistake."

Han Chen obediently admitted his mistake.

Zhou Mo frowned, "What did you do?"

Han Chen pointed to the pot on the stove and said, "I'm using your pot."

Zhou Mo: "It's okay, this pot is for stewing soup."

Han Chen bent down and opened the cabinet, "I'm still cooking it."

Zhou Mo lowered his head and saw the snail noodles inside, "Did you buy it with Shen Pan last time?"

"Well, I planned to cook and eat with you," Han Chen said, "I used your pot to cook a pack yesterday, and your pot... stinks..."

Zhou Mo was stunned for a moment, unable to realize what Han Chen meant.

The pot stinks?

Han Chen explained again: "I really didn't do it on purpose, I thought it would be enough to wash it off, but it turns out... the smell can't be washed off."

Zhou Mo seemed to understand the significance of this pot of chicken soup appearing on the stove and Han Chen's crazily adding seasonings to the pot.

"You want to fight poison with fire?"

Han Chen touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "Almost."

Zhou Mo was speechless.

She was worrying about gain and loss in the imperial capital, feeling down, as if she would never be able to have Han Chen again in the next second, but Han Chen used her pot to cook snail noodles at home...

For a moment, Zhou Mo really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Han Chen saw that Zhou Mo was not angry, but had a dumbfounding expression on his face, and asked cautiously, "Are you not angry?"

"You're talking about pot?" Zhou Mo asked back.

"Well," Han Chen said, "I thought I was going to die."

"You are in my heart, and you are not even worse than a pot."

Han Chen smiled reassuringly, pulled Zhou Mo into his arms, and complained: "Who knows? The things you care about are always so strange, I dare not go overboard."

Being held in Han Chen's arms so quietly, all doubts and troubles in Zhou Mo's heart dissipated.

She also enjoys the comfort of this moment.

Rubbing her face against Han Chen's chest, she raised her eyes and asked him: "You just saw that I was not enthusiastic at all, and you were so nervous that you were afraid that I would find out about the smelly pot?"

Han Chen bit her earlobe lightly, "What else? I was scared to death when you came back suddenly. I've never been so nervous about my graduation defense."