Hidden ex-husband, you are not worthy

Song Hanqing didn't speak, his face was grim.

The car soon stopped in front of Yunshui Bay.

Hua Mo opened the car door and went out, Song Hanqing followed closely behind and got out of the car.

The two of them walked into Yunshui Bay together, and as soon as they entered Yunshui Bay, Xiaomei rushed over.

"Young Mistress, Master."

Song Hanqing handed Huamo's luggage to Xiaomei.

Xiaomei took it with a smile, then turned to look at Hua Mo and said, "Young Mistress, what do you want to eat! The kitchen is warming up your favorite food."

"Master, are you eating at home too?"

"Yeah." Song Hanqing hummed lightly, then suddenly looked at Hua Mo and said, "When you lived in Yunshuiwan, you made me chicken soup many times, but I didn't drink it, can you make it for me one last time today? ?”

Hua Mo originally wanted to go upstairs, but when he heard Song Hanqing's words, he was stunned. He turned to look at him, and agreed, "Okay."

With that said, he took off his coat and handed it to the servant behind him, then walked into the kitchen.

Song Hanqing followed Hua Mo into the kitchen.

As soon as Hua Mo entered the kitchen, he took the cooking bib and put it on.

She has a slender figure, and she is wearing a tight-fitting knitted sweater at the moment, which outlines her graceful figure. She simply tied her long hair into a ponytail and tied it behind her head. The whole person looks quiet and elegant. In addition, she The natural cold white skin is like a white swan.

Yunshuiwan's kitchen supplies fresh ingredients every day, so chicken is always prepared. Hua Mo turned around and took out a whole chicken from the refrigerator and turned to deal with it.

The two small and delicate arms she showed were white and translucent. Song Hanqing couldn't help swallowing as he watched, and walked forward slowly to take the chicken from Hua Mo's hand, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you teach me how to do it? After you left, I didn't have such delicious chicken soup to drink."

Hua Mo was stunned by Song Hanqing's words on the spot, and couldn't help frowning, letting Song Hanqing do it.

Song Hanqing doesn't know how to cook, so he has no way to handle the chicken. Hua Mo reminded, "Just use scissors to handle it."

"Huh?" Song Hanqing looked at her suspiciously.

Hua Mo had no choice but to walk over, picked up a pair of edible scissors from the side, squeezed Song Hanqing away, and cut the chicken into small lumps, "Like this."

Song Hanqing expressed his understanding, imitating Hua Mo's movement and took the scissors to cut, but the movement was very clumsy.

Hua Mo watched from the side, and couldn't help but hold back a smile.

Song Hanqing squinted at her, and couldn't help laughing.

Hua Mo ignored him and continued to set up the pot to prepare chicken soup.

Put the chicken all into the casserole pot and add water to it.

Song Hanqing stood beside him and asked, "Is this all right?"

Hua Mo replied, "In principle, it's okay, but I like to add more things to my chicken soup."

Hua Mo turned around and took out a soup dumpling from the cabinet, and gave Song Hanqing a nod, "This is the soup dumpling I made myself, it will be delicious to use this to make soup."

Song Hanqing seemed to understand but half understood, "Yes."

After Hua Mo put the soup bag in, he instructed, "This chicken soup will have to cook for an hour or two. I'll go upstairs to rest first. You can watch it for me."

"En." Song Hanqing hummed again, and then saw Hua Mo walking straight out.

Song Hanqing still stood where he was, looking at the casserole with soup, and turned his dark eyes.

Hua Mo was really tired.

After being pregnant, I felt tired even if I moved a little bit, not to mention it was such a long flight, so Hua Mo fell asleep as soon as I went upstairs and returned to my room.

When Song Hanqing walked into Hua Mo's room, she was sleeping, sleeping peacefully, but she was not sleeping peacefully, her brows were always furrowed.

Song Hanqing looked at it, feeling a little sad in his heart, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to smooth Hua Mo's slightly frowned brow, but just when he stretched out his hand to touch Hua Mo's brow, Hua Mo suddenly seemed to be shocked, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Seeing Song Hanqing who suddenly appeared in front of him, he quickly sat up with the quilt folded.

"What are you doing!"

Hua Mo's actions were completely conditioned reflex, she was also afraid of Song Hanqing in her dream.

Song Hanqing was not an idiot. Naturally, he understood the look in her eyes and felt a little hurt in his heart. He explained in a low voice, "Seeing that you are not sleeping well, I want to help you feel better."

Hua Mo breathed out and shrank back twice, "It's not necessary."

Song Hanqing raised his eyebrows, "The chicken soup is probably ready soon, do you want to go down and have a look?"

When the chicken soup was mentioned, Hua Mo's thoughts gradually returned. He glanced at Song Hanqing, got out of bed quickly, and walked towards the door.

Going to the kitchen to take a look, Hua Mo took out the chicken soup and placed it on the table.

Xiaomei also quickly brought up other dishes, filling the whole table.

Hua Mo watched and asked Xiaomei to sit down with her.

Xiaomei didn't know why, so she was embarrassed to be a light bulb, and hurriedly said, "Young Mistress, why don't I go out to eat! I like to eat in the flower garden, so it's okay if I bother you."

Hua Mo shook his head, "It's okay, maybe the days of sitting and eating together like this will never happen again."

what?
Xiaomei didn't quite understand what Hua Mo meant, so she frowned at her.

Hua Mo smiled relievedly, and greeted Xiaomei, "Let's eat."

Xiaomei didn't dare to move her chopsticks, and subconsciously looked at Song Hanqing with doubts on her face.

what happened!
Didn't the young master and the young mistress go on a trip together to repair their relationship?
And just now, seeing them come back together was very happy, why did it suddenly seem like a practice meal?

Song Hanqing ignored Xiaomei and didn't say a word. Instead, he scooped a small bowl of chicken soup for himself with a spoon and ate it with relish.

"It's a bit weak, Xiaomei, go get two spoonfuls of salt."

"Oh." Xiaomei stood up and went to the kitchen to get salt.

Song Hanqing watched, then took the small bowl next to Hua Mo and filled Hua Mo with a small bowl of chicken soup, "It's really good, try it?"

Hua Mo didn't speak.

Song Hanqing conveniently placed the small soup bowl in front of Hua Mo.

Hua Mo took a sip from the spoon.

The three of them finished the meal relatively silently.

After eating, Song Hanqing looked at Hua Mo again and said, "Go to the yard to digest food!"

Knowing that Song Hanqing had something to say to her, Hua Mo didn't refuse, and went to the flower garden together.

There are flowers all year round in the flower garden, all of which are planted by Hua Mo himself. The most conspicuous ones are the two pots of wintersweet given by Luo Qi.

Song Hanqing's face darkened when he saw the two pots of wintersweet.

Hua Mo sat down on the glass ball bench in the middle of the flower garden, looked straight at Song Hanqing and said, "Stop beating around the bush, if you have anything to say, just say it."

Hearing this, Song Hanqing's eyebrows moved suddenly, and he also walked forward and sat down next to Hua Mo, turned his head to stare at Hua Mo and asked suddenly, "Hua Mo, do you still love me?"