Man's "wife" crisis

The police conducted a close follow-up investigation on the first suspect, Mrs. Huang, and Mrs. Huang's friend who talked on the phone that day was the wife of Wang Lili, a friend in Huangdongshi's business field who owns several KTVs.

Mrs. Wang's confession can directly remove Mrs. Huang's suspicion, but if Mrs. Wang is also an accomplice, and the purpose of the two is Huang Dongshi's inheritance...

Han Hansheng patted himself suddenly, trying to wake himself up. Although Mrs. Huang's behavior after the death of her husband was chilling, it did not mean that he should suspect her. Think rationally. If she killed Huang Sir, what evidence is there for her method of killing?

Moreover, from the bottom of his heart, Han Hansheng did not want the final truth to be that his wife killed someone in order to seize her husband's property. In that case, he would be even more disappointed in his future marriage.

Although he has never been in a formal relationship, he also had fantasies about the future.

The ideal wife in his mind should prepare delicious meals to welcome her husband when he is off work...

While thinking about it, Han Hansheng opened the door of his house.

As soon as he entered the room, he could smell a tangy aroma of vegetables!It made him even more hungry, who was already hungry.

"Smells so good!" He couldn't help but praise, hurriedly took off his shoes and entered the room, went to the living room to take a look, and immediately drooled.

"Uncle, you're back!" Han Xiaomo came out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes. After putting down the dishes, he greeted Han Hansheng, took off his uniform for him, and put the shoes he had just taken off. Back in the shoe closet.

"You did all of this?" Han Hansheng leaned on the table, his eyes shining.

There were four dishes and one soup on the table, all of which were delicious in color and fragrance, alluring his appetite.

"I made it casually from the ingredients in the refrigerator. I don't know if it suits your taste." Han Xiaomo smiled shyly and moved a stool for Han Hansheng.

Just as Han Hansheng sat down, Han Xiaomo turned around and served two bowls of rice.When Han Hansheng took the delicious big white rice, he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

He used to eat pots and stoves in the village, but he switched to electric rice cookers after he came to the city. He always felt that the rice cooked in pots and stoves was much more fragrant than rice cooked in electric rice cookers.

But Han Xiaomo's food was cooked, and he immediately recalled the taste of eating pots and stoves in the village, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

"Uncle, chopsticks." Han Xiaomo handed the chopsticks to Han Hansheng, and then sat down beside Han Hansheng, keeping his eyes on Han Hansheng, as if he wanted to see his expression after he had tasted his own cooking skills.

Han Hansheng couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick of hot and sour potato shreds, put it in his mouth and chewed it twice, and suddenly felt that the taste was not ordinary, pure and authentic, and had a strong taste of his hometown!

He immediately tasted the other two dishes with meat and vegetables, and he felt that his mouth was full of spicy and extremely refreshing!

As expected of people from the same village, their tastes are so similar!It's been a long time since I tasted such an authentic strong taste. Han Hansheng immediately started to gobble it up, but after eating half of it, he realized that Han Xiaomo hadn't moved his chopsticks, just sat aside and looked at himself with a smile.

"What's the matter, why don't you eat?" Han Hansheng's mouth was full of food, and even the sides of his mouth were covered with rice grains.

Han Xiaomo smiled slightly, stretched out a finger to stick away the rice grains from the corner of Han Hansheng's mouth, which surprised Han Hansheng.

Glancing at Han Xiaomo, he found that the other party was opening his mouth, wanting to eat that grain of rice just now. For some reason, Han Hansheng's heart beat faster again.

Depend on!Isn't this a classic plot in the dog blood novel TV series!

He stretched out his hand unconsciously and grabbed Han Xiaomo's arm, trying to stop the other's seemingly ambiguous move, "What are you doing?"

"What?" Han Xiaomo looked at Han Hansheng suspiciously, and Han Hansheng looked very embarrassed, and muttered in a low voice, "That rice..."

"Every grain is hard work." Han Xiaomo didn't take it seriously, licked the rice grains off his fingers, then ignored the embarrassing eyes of the people around him, and picked up his rice bowl, but there was not much rice in the bowl.

Han Hansheng was no longer in the mood to eat at the moment, and while picking up the rice, he secretly looked at Han Xiaomo, who was eating slowly.

He never thought he would have such a day.

After work, someone prepared a table of meals waiting for him at home, and the craftsmanship was so good!

This made him feel that, in fact, living with another person is not bad...

After eating, Han Xiaomo tidied up the bowls and chopsticks neatly, then drove Han Hansheng into the room, and went into the kitchen with the pots and pans.

Han Hansheng rubbed his full belly, hiccupped, and walked into his room.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned. This place... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like when he left!

The dirty clothes that were originally scattered everywhere have all disappeared, the messy books, magazines and newspapers on the table have also returned to their original places, the beds and pillows are neatly arranged, and even the floor has been mopped clean!

"This kid..." Han Hansheng patted his cheek, but still couldn't help thinking, how could this Han Xiaomo act like his own wife, and even help him clean the room!

Such a diligent guy, if he is a woman, the person who marries him must be extremely happy!

However, right now he is the little nephew that he is taking care of. How can someone keep his nephew busy and watch TV leisurely after eating?

Thinking of this, Han Hansheng rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen, "Xiaomo, take a rest, let me wash the dishes!"

"Ah! Uncle, don't come in!"

Hearing his shout, Han Xiaomo immediately called out, but it was too late, Han Hansheng had already stepped into the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen, Han Hansheng was stunned again. Here... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like your own kitchen!

I saw different pots and pans piled up on the table, vegetables and garbage everywhere, and all kinds of messes looked like irregular food stalls on the street.

"What is this?" Han Hansheng accidentally caught a glimpse of a dirty bowl full of vegetables. The leaves of the vegetables were a little burnt, and he could smell a burnt smell when he got closer.

"I'm sorry..." Han Xiaomo looked like a child who made a mistake, lowered his head, and whispered: "It's the first time I use natural gas, and I don't know how to control the temperature, so... a lot of waste..."

Han Hansheng was taken aback for a moment. He never thought that the delicious meal he ate just now was the only finished product after so many failed experiments.

"I, I will eat it, and I will never waste it." Seeing that Han Hansheng did not speak, Han Xiaomo thought that the other party was dissatisfied with his waste of food, so he hurriedly explained.

"Could it be... that's why you didn't move your chopsticks much just now?" Han Hansheng came to an epiphany and looked at Han Xiaomo in surprise, only to find that the other person's body was covered with a lot of oil stains. It's not hard to imagine him fighting in the kitchen this afternoon. How intense it was.

Han Xiaomo nodded embarrassedly, and Han Hansheng immediately grabbed him and dragged him out of the kitchen.

"Sit here!" Han Hansheng commanded the young man to sit down obediently according to his words.Then, Han Hansheng filled another half bowl of rice for Han Xiaomo, and picked up a lot of delicious dishes, "Sit here and eat well for me!"

"But those..." Han Xiaomo just wanted to stand up, but Han Hansheng pushed him down again.

"I'll take care of the kitchen. You finish my meal now, and then go take a shower! Don't worry about anything else." Han Han's attitude was tough, so Han Xiaomo had to follow his advice and eat obediently.

Seeing that the other party obeyed his words, Han Hansheng smiled, walked into his room again, took a cotton T-shirt and a pair of beach pants and hung them on the back of Han Xiaomo's chair, "I forgot to buy a few more sets of clothes for you last time." Change it, you can wear mine today, and I will buy you some clothes tomorrow."

Seeing that Han Xiaomo wanted to refute himself again, Han Hansheng immediately suppressed his head and made him look at the rice bowl in front of him, "Don't mess with uncle! It's rare to come to the same village. If you don't take good care of you, how can you let me have it?" Go back to the village! What I say, you just do it, don't talk to me anymore, or don't blame me for being rude."

"..." Han Xiaomo opened his eyes wide and was stunned for a long time before obediently picking up his rice bowl.

Seeing that the other party was obedient, Han Hansheng felt that he was not in vain as an elder, and he felt a sense of pride in his heart, so he walked into the kitchen with a silly smile, ready to have a big fight with those pots and pans.

It didn't take long for Han Hansheng's not-so-complete tune to come out of the kitchen, accompanied by the sound of splashing water and the clashing of pots and bowls.

Hearing these movements, Han Xiaomo showed a slight smile while chewing his food.