After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 451 Kiss My Baby (60)

Soon, the smell of rice came from the kitchen, it smelled fresh, salty and delicious, very familiar.

Ding Bao no longer remembers when Lin Jinmo learned to cook well.

It seems that since she moved out of the orphanage, the man left there with her and lived in the two-bedroom apartment she rented.

At that time, her job was unstable, and she had just been brought into the industry by Qin Xiao, and she often ate without the next meal. After deducting the monthly rent of [-], the remaining money was very tight even for three meals a day.

In order to save money, Ding Bao learned to cook by himself.

She didn't have much talent for cooking, and she didn't eat thoughtfully, which over time caused gastritis.

So in the next day, Ding Bao, who was exhausted all day, came home, and smelled the smell of oil as soon as he entered the door. The smell of fresh food after stir-frying was something that Ding Bao had never smelled in his life. of.

Walking into the kitchen, 15-year-old Lin Jinmo was standing in the kitchen, holding a plate of fried pork in his hand, and said plainly.

"Go and serve the rice. There is another dish. If you are hungry, eat first."

That should be Lin Jinmo's first time cooking.

The food tastes surprisingly good.

Different from the stereotyped taste in the restaurant, Lin Jinmo's stir-fried dishes had a unique taste, which was full of freshness and fragrance, which instantly whetted Ding Bao's appetite.

Since then, as long as Ding Bao comes home, he can always eat hearty meals on time.

Ding Bao left all the money he earned every month, after deducting the rent and daily expenses, to Lin Jinmo.

Not much, will be enough for his three meals a day.

Every time Dan Dingbao goes home, after all, there are four dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables. She is not picky about food, and she can make CDs every time.

At that time, Ding Bao knew that the money he gave was enough for him to solve the problem of eating. Lin Jinmo only had a few seasonal clothes throughout the year, a white T-shirt after washing, and a knee with a hole in it. Jeans, he usually wears these jeans every day when he doesn't go out at home.

Even so, he can still cook for Ding Bao with meat and vegetables.

This was done for six or seven years.

Ding Bao is getting more and more busy, and sometimes she won't go home for ten days and a half months, and her stomach, which has been so hard to nourish, is tossed into something wrong, and she has no time to care about it.

Then he left.

Ding Bao never ate his cooking again.

Looking at the four dishes and one soup in front of me after two years, I still feel a little nostalgic in my heart.

As before, the two sat facing each other, Lin Jinmo served her a bowl of soup, and his movements were as skillful as usual.

"Your craft hasn't changed."

"I haven't done it for a long time."

"When did you learn to cook?"

In Ding Bao's impression, the first meal he cooked was already delicious.

Looking back, it certainly wasn't his first time cooking.

The man drank his soup with his head down, his tone calm.

"I learned to do it after I moved out of the orphanage."

Ding Bao didn't know.

Rather than saying I don't know, it's better to say I don't care.

Tired all day, I didn't pay attention to the traces left in the kitchen, the wound on the boy's hand, let alone the efforts he made behind the scenes.

Facing him, everything became natural.

Because it's too familiar.

He always has a cold and reticent appearance, his tone of speech is flat, his temper is also flat, and he does not reveal any emotions.

Ding Bao ate a lot of this meal.

It wasn't until I stood up at the end that I realized that I was a little bit stretched.

Lin Jinmo finally took out the cake, placed it in the middle of the table, inserted a candle and lit it, and looked at Ding Bao silently, as if expecting something.

"Make a wish."

"I wish I could do it all over again."

With that said, he blew out the candle, and before Ding Bao could react, he continued.

"In this case, I will not hide from you again."

"Wishes are ineffective when they are spoken."

"My wish is not for God, but for you."

In the end, he was still humbly begging for forgiveness.

Obviously he was the one who silently contributed behind the scenes, but in the end it was also he who apologized.

Ding Bao raised her eyes and looked at the red mark on his cheek that hadn't completely disappeared, she pursed her lips.

"sorry."

She wanted to say too much, but in the end there was only one sentence left.

I am sorry.

Even though she has insight into people's hearts, she did not expect the truth to be so.

Selfish in her bones, she never thought of going to observe Lin Jinmo's heart.

After a long silence, the man smiled.

"Go wash and go to sleep, life is going on, I hope what I said today will not affect your plan."

He got up and was about to leave, but Ding Bao called to stop him.

"Stay here tonight, I'll drive you back tomorrow."

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Lying on the bed, the man faced the dazzling light above his head, embraced the quilt that Ding Bao sent over, and recalled everything that happened today.

To this day, he still dare not imagine that all these things before him are real.

He and Ding Baoneng ate together, chatted together, and covered themselves with the same quilt that had been dried on the same day after washing, separated by a wall, so close to each other.

He didn't expect that Ding Bao accepted himself as before.

Everything that was so unreal made the man dare not close his eyes, for fear that when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself still in that cold ward, feeling the blood flowing from his body, and suffering loneliness and death alone.

Holding the quilt, take a deep breath.

"Ding Bao..."

He always called her Ding Bao.

This title is not close enough, so when her back is turned to him, the man will silently call her "good boy".

Because her sleeping appearance is completely different from that of the daytime, her slender body is curled up into a ball wrapped in the quilt, her sleeping posture is cute and docile.

Every time at this time, he would lie gently beside her, whispering his own address in a low voice over and over again.

"Baby..."

No amount of shouting is enough.

It would be even better if I could give her a hug.

People are greedy.

A day ago, he still hoped that he could cook a meal for Ding Bao before the end of his life.

He was thinking of hugging now.

That night he didn't close his eyes, he leaned against the wall, reached out and stroked the wall lightly, imagining that Ding Bao, who was separated by the wall, was pillowed beside him.

Early the next morning, Ding Bao was awakened by the smell of rice.

When she opened the door, she saw the breakfast on the table at a glance.

The man is dexterous, and the pasta he makes is superb. It is not only delicious but also beautiful. The chubby buns can also be shaped into rabbits and pigs. The fried eggs are even more perfect in shape. When you poke them lightly with chopsticks, orange-red eggs will flow out. Yelai is Ding Bao's favorite food.

After breakfast, Lin Jinmo washed the dishes and arranged them. After changing his shoes, he waited at the door, watching Ding Bao put on his coat and get the car keys.

When the car drove slowly towards the hospital, the man returned to his yesterday's state, low and indifferent, turning his face to look out the window, avoiding strangers all over his body.

Before arriving at the hospital, Ding Bao got out of the car with him.

Lin Jinmo walked quickly, but his arm was suddenly grabbed.

(End of this chapter)