My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

Food sometimes has to be done by yourself, this is the first time An Nuo and Mo Shenghuan have made glutinous rice dumplings.

In the soundproof room just now, the two of them had already had a fever from activities. Mo Shenghuan was obviously extra cautious this time. He first closed the door, then closed the windows, and quickly pulled the curtains.

The natural light was blocked by the curtains, and the room was dimly lit. An Nuo squeezed her hot earlobe, and saw Mo Shenghuan coming to the operating table, looking down at the softened glutinous rice.

Still need to wash it again.

Rubbing off a layer of covering on the surface of the glutinous rice, Mo Shenghuan carefully looked at the white and tender rice grains. Mo Shenghuan lowered his head and smelled the faint fragrance from the glutinous rice.

There was some dim light in the room, which gave An Nuo a sense of security. An Nuo watched his uncle gently rub the two red beans in the rice grains, and bit them lightly, as if to confirm whether the red beans were soaked until soft.

The red beans have been soaked for a long time, and the juice can almost be squeezed out. After the uncle spreads the glutinous rice, the first thing is to put it on the steamer.

An Nuo has a little experience in making stuffed glutinous rice dumplings. He knows that cooking for a long time will make them softer and more delicious, so he cooperates with his uncle's cooking process until the glutinous rice is hot and the surface is crystal clear, as if it has absorbed enough water. .

Press the steamed glutinous rice into a small mortar. The steamed glutinous rice is still hot. The next step is to make the glutinous rice into a paste, so that it will be more tenacious when it is rolled together.

It might be because of the high temperature, Mo Shenghuan's neck was flushed red, and there were fine beads of sweat on his temples. An Nuo watched his uncle take out the tools for making glutinous rice, and his thoughts were lost for a moment.

For some reason, An Nuo suddenly wanted to give the nickname "Dabai" to his uncle.

The texture is like white jade, this kind of jade pestle seems to have never been used, it is unbelievably clean and shiny.

A protective cover must be used on the white pestle to avoid any accidents.

An Nuo watched helplessly as his uncle tore open the protective cover he took out from the book, and took out the round protective cover with his slender and cold fingers, which was indescribably sexy.

The high temperature made An Nuo's hair full of sweat. Seeing his uncle lowering his head and using the protective cover awkwardly, An Nuo wiped the sweat from his hair, closed his eyes for a while, and got ready to work hard for making glutinous rice balls .

"Nuonuo." An Nuo heard Mo Shenghuan's voice asking for help.

An Nuo opened her eyes, and found that her uncle was looking at Xiaojiu, as if he didn't know how to start.

An Nuo blushed, dipped some water on her finger, and slowly inserted it into the hot glutinous rice. The glutinous rice had been steamed very soft, but the inside was surprisingly hot. An Nuo couldn't help but groaned. Can't put the second finger.

Mo Shenghuan was quick to learn everything, after seeing An Nuo's operation, he understood very quickly, and also dipped some water on his fingers, and carefully put it into the glutinous rice.

An Nuo watched the slender fingers slowly sinking into the glutinous rice, and there was a "buzzing" in his head for a moment, and what passed before his eyes was the appearance of holding a book in this hand.

Uncle's hands are beautiful. When we met for the first time, in my uncle's hand was a book with a black soft leather cover and gilded characters, which made the fingers more distinct, and the color was cold and white, like an extremely expensive work of art.

Now that this work of art is doing such a thing, An Nuo hardly dares to look at it.

But excellent people are excellent everywhere. Mo Shenghuan has already achieved certain results. Two fingers kept testing the temperature of the glutinous rice. Because the glutinous rice had just absorbed the water, after being poked a few times, the glutinous rice became moist. The liquid seeped out, making the uncle's work smoother.

Looking down at the jade pestle, Mo Shenghuan tested the temperature of the glutinous rice with three fingers. Although it was a bit reluctant, he couldn't stand the patient's patience.

"Nu Nuo."

Mo Shenghuan's voice was slightly hoarse, and he looked at An Nuo with watery eyes, as if he was suppressing his discomfort, and asked politely, can we start the next step now.

"Hmm..." An Nuo's face was flushed red from the heat, and fine sweat oozes from her body.

The white jade pestle was put into the small mortar bit by bit, and the glutinous rice was squeezed, tightly surrounding the pestle rod with the protective sheath. The jade pestle finally penetrated into the small mortar, but neither Mo Shenghuan nor An Nuo dared to move. .

Beating glutinous rice with a pestle is physical labor. An Nuo felt that his physical strength was limited and he might not be able to make the glutinous rice well, but his uncle had no experience, so he had to show him first.

An Nuo plucked up his courage and moved slowly. Mo Shenghuan lowered his head, watching the jade pestle slowly reveal half of it, and then submerged into the glutinous rice again.

An Nuo used his strength twice, and his uncle took over the job, grinding the glutinous rice at an unhurried frequency. The glutinous rice had already been steamed and was quite soft, sticking to the pestle faintly.

After grinding the glutinous rice for a while at an even speed, my uncle found the trick and began to increase the speed gradually. More and more water was precipitated from the glutinous rice, and some sounds could be heard every time the pestle was struck.

Mo Shenghuan was originally strong, and he spared no effort in his work. Every time he hit the bottom of the mortar, An Nuo wanted to teach, but his head was hot, and his throat was full of broken syllables, so he couldn't speak. .

An Nuo was dizzy from the heat, his eyes were blurry, and his body was covered with powder.

Mo Shenghuan didn't know how long he had been working, but when he looked at An Nuo, he found that the boy's eyes were misty, obviously because of the high temperature and work, he was so hot that he became dizzy.

"Nuo Nuo." Mo Shenghuan raised his hand, stroked An Nuo's cheek, and kissed the young man's bright red lips, but his work was not slow at all, but sped up.

Grinding glutinous rice originally only took more than ten minutes, but Mo Shenghuan obviously felt that the pestle was not sticky enough, so after a short pause, he continued to pestle hard.

An Nuo regained consciousness for a moment, hugged Mo Shenghuan's neck, and intermittently told the pestle to slow down and lighten up.

Mo Shenghuan restrained his strength a little, but An Nuo still couldn't let go of his breath, always suspecting that the little mortar would be smashed.

I don't know how long it took, An Nuo had already let off several rounds of fireworks in his mind, and then Mo Shenghuan stopped slowly, took out the pestle slowly, and found that there was a lot of glutinous rice water on it.

When An Nuo came back to his senses, he found that his uncle was struggling with the protective cover on the pestle. The protective cover seemed to be stuck on the pestle, and he couldn't get it off no matter how hard he tried.

An Nuo worked hard to get over it, but found that the size of the protective case seemed a bit small. With An Nuo's assistance, after taking off the protective case, An Nuo looked at the thick glutinous rice juice in the protective case, and lost his mind for a moment.

Glutinous rice juice dripped on the operating table, An Nuo tied the protective cover in a knot and threw it aside, unable to stand upright, so he had to ask his uncle to fetch a tissue.

An Nuo gently wiped the tools for making glutinous rice balls, not only the pestle was covered with glutinous rice juice, but also around the small mortar.

The two of them were covered in sweat, Mo Shenghuan hugged An Nuo tightly, and after a short rest, Mo Shenghuan carried An Nuo to the bathroom to take a bath.

Making glutinous rice dumplings is really labor-intensive work, but the results seem to be good. Uncle kneaded the glutinous rice dumplings with gentle techniques.

Because of being too exhausted, An Nuo fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow that night. After Mo Shenghuan came out of the bathroom, he saw that the boy was already asleep, with a faint blush on his face and lovely red lips.

There was still a protective case that had been made of glutinous rice dumplings on the floor. Mo Shenghuan bent down to pick up the protective case and was about to throw it elsewhere, but found that the protective case was dripping with glutinous rice juice.

After carefully checking the protective case, Mo Shenghuan found that there was a hole in the front of the protective case.

Mo Shenghuan gently pushed An Nuo's shoulder. An Nuo was in a deep sleep. When she opened her eyes in a daze, she found that her uncle was looking at her.

"Sleepy..." An Nuo held Mo Shenghuan's hand, motioned for uncle to sleep, and closed his eyes sleepily.

The next day An Nuo woke up and opened his eyes, feeling very hungry. He turned on his phone and found that it was almost eleven o'clock.

How did you sleep for so long?

An Nuo got up listlessly, feeling sore in the waist, a lot of discomfort swarmed her, and she almost couldn't lift her eyelids.

The bedroom door opened a little, An Nuo looked up and saw the familiar black eyes behind the door.

"Mr. Mo?" An Nuo scratched her head.

The door was closed suddenly, An Nuo looked dazed, then the door suddenly opened, and Mo Shenghuan walked in carrying a small table for the bed.

An Nuo watched as Mo Shenghuan put the small table in front of her, then turned around quickly, An Nuo could almost hear the sound of the other party going down the stairs, and then breakfast was brought up, served by his uncle himself. All kinds of meals were set on the table.

An Nuo glanced at the glutinous rice dumplings stuffed with sesame seeds on the table, and her waist began to ache again.

"What to drink?" Mo Shenghuan, dressed neatly, squatted by the bed, gently stroking the boy's sleepy hair.

An Nuo looked at Mo Shenghuan, and couldn't help but blushed again.

"Is soy milk okay?"

"Yes." Mo Shenghuan leaned forward and kissed An Nuo's forehead, then strode out the door.

As soon as An Nuo picked up a piece of siu mai, she heard a voice from downstairs.

"Master Sheng Huan, how can I let you do these jobs, let me do it!" Aunt Yang's voice was a little anxious.

"Nuo Nuo." Uncle's voice was firm, and after a while, An Nuo saw Mo Shenghuan walking over with a cup of soy milk. Although the speed was fast, there was not a drop of soy milk in the cup, and he solemnly put the soy milk in front of An Nuo.

"Thank you, Mr. Mo." An Nuo smiled brightly, showing her small white teeth.

Mo Shenghuan's eyes were gentle, and he couldn't help but bow his head and kiss the boy's cheek.

Aunt Yang chased after her, and what she saw was such a scene, she couldn't laugh or cry, why did everyone want to grab her job!

An Nuo was eating breakfast, and Mo Shenghuan sat beside him and watched quietly. An Nuo looked at his uncle from time to time, and found that his uncle was in a particularly good spirit today, and there seemed to be a little light in his black eyes, adding a bit of sharpness to the coldness .

Is this the man who has been nourished?

On the other hand, An Nuo felt like a poor scholar whose energy had been sucked by a male goblin. The poor scholar glanced at the man next to him, and felt that what he met should be a male fairy.

Can immortals absorb the essence of mortals?

An Nuo's eyes were blank, and she felt that she had to let her uncle learn the skills.

The hardware is excellent, if you have technical assistance, you will be happier, right?

After An Nuo was fed, she got up to wash up. Mo Shenghuan stood at the door of the bathroom, her eyes following An Nuo.

An Nuo was a little embarrassed by the look, and accidentally knocked over the bottle of hand sanitizer, Mo Shenghuan immediately walked over, hugged An Nuo with one hand, and put the bottle of hand sanitizer back to its original position with the other, not forgetting to wipe it.

"It's not like I knocked over a bomb." An Nuo couldn't help but smile bitterly, and when she looked up, her uncle kissed her again.

Mo Shenghuan followed An Nuo, An Nuo looked at his uncle, pointed to the toilet, Mo Shenghuan blinked calmly, and thoughtfully helped An Nuo close the door.

An Nuo sat down, thinking about his uncle's actions, he couldn't help laughing.

An Nuo was overworked yesterday and had no energy all day long, sitting in the study drowsy, his uncle thoughtfully added a soft cushion under An Nuo's buttocks, which made An Nuo more sleepy.

When going to bed at night, An Nuo suddenly realized that the quilts for himself and his uncle seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a large quilt, enough for two people to cover.

The two of them have been sleeping in two quilts since they first got married, but they didn't expect to share the quilts after being married for half a year now.

Yeah.

In the future, when my uncle wakes up in the morning, he only needs to press a big bed.

For two or three days in a row, An Nuo and Mo Shenghuan have been sticking together. Seeing that school will start tomorrow, An Nuo still feels a little bit reluctant.

After dinner in the afternoon, an errand boy rang the doorbell. Aunt Yang thought it was An Nuo's stuff and asked An Nuo to sign for it. An Nuo trotted over and opened the box, which was full of large condoms.

"There are these." The errand brother suppressed his expression and took out more than a dozen bottles of lubricant.

Aunt Yang looked at An Nuo silently.

An Nuo's cheeks and ears flushed red.

"Mine." A jade-like voice came from behind, An Nuo and Aunt Yang turned sideways, quietly watching Mo Shenghuan approach calmly, and took the things from the errand brother.