Mr. Mo smells so good

Chu Qing could see that he was tired, so he thought about going directly to the bedroom, but when he looked up, he suddenly realized that the bedroom here is on the second floor, and this person is struggling to walk now, let alone climb the stairs. After thinking about it, he said cautiously .

"I'll carry you upstairs to sleep for a while."

Mo Yuhui paused for a moment, saw the stairs, and sighed slightly. This sigh seemed to hit Chu Qing's heart. He was used to Mo Yuhui's strategizing, and he was so helpless. It's hard, but I still say it like I don't care

"It's okay, you're not too heavy."

"There is another bedroom downstairs, go sleep there."

The man pointed his finger at the room in his usual study, Chu Qing also looked up, he had been to that room before, it was a simple lounge, what kind of bedroom was it?

"It's not good to sleep there. Besides, it's cold on the first floor and you can't catch the cold. It's not like I haven't carried you before when I carry you up."

Speaking of which, Chu Qing squatted down in front of the man just like the last time he was on the pedestrian street, Mo Yuhui smiled helplessly, and finally lay down on the young man's back lightly, Chu Qing wrapped his hands around the man's His legs were bent, and when he stood up, he felt that this person was really much lighter. Some of the meat he had managed to grow for him in the past six months was all returned to him because of the injury this time.

"You're thin, now I'll make up for you when I get home."

Mo Yuhui suddenly remembered the injury on his arm, struggling to get down

"You can't bear the force on your arm, let me down quickly."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't move around."

After going upstairs, Chu Qing put him on the bed and sat firmly before turning around. Mo Yuhui quickly held his arm

"How is it, do you feel any pain?"

Chu Qing helped the man to lean against the head of the bed, and then patted his arm

"It's okay, don't look at how thin your legs are. This type is not popular now. Eat more and grow more meat to look good, you know?"

Chu Qing sat at the end of the bed and gently helped him press his legs. This person hadn't walked on the ground much for more than a month. Now that he turned around twice, his legs must be sore and weak. Pressing it can make him feel better.

"Okay, eat more, you don't need to press it anymore, you are tired too, come up and sleep for a while."

The man leaned slightly to pull him, and Chu Qing took his hand and got on the bed. The house had been tidied up by the aunt in advance, and the sheets on the bed were all fresh, clean and fresh. Chu Qing helped Mo Yuhui take off his coat and trousers and got into bed together.

"Sleep well, I'll get up later and make hot pot for you."

Chu Qing patted the people around him, causing the man to chuckle slightly

"Okay, you should sleep well too."

After almost five months, Chu Qing finally slept on the same bed with this person again. Maybe it was because he would relax after returning home. It was rare for Mo Yuhui to sleep peacefully. When he opened his eyes, It was already dark outside, and the lights in the room were turned to warm yellow. He slightly stretched out his hand to touch his side, and it was already empty, probably Chu Qing had already woken up.

After waking up, his body was weak, and sometimes he felt a little palpitation and flustered. He closed his eyes again and tried to sit up, but just as he moved, he heard the young man's voice

"Brother, are you awake?"

Mo Yuhui was stunned for a moment, and after looking around for a while, he found that the mobile phone under the quilt beside him was on. It was an interface for talking with Chu Qing. It had been an hour. He was a little dumbfounded, picked up the mobile phone and spoke

"Where are you?"

Hearing his voice, Chu Qing hurriedly washed his hands and came out of the kitchen, and stepped upstairs in three or two steps. He was afraid that Mo Yuhui would be uncomfortable when he woke up, and he didn't want to wake him up in advance, so he thought of using the phone call , He put the speaker on here, so that he will know when the man wakes up.

"Did you sleep well?"

Before he could take off the apron on Chu Qing's body, he bent down and leaned in front of the man and kissed him on the cheek. Mo Yuhui helplessly raised his hand and tapped the tip of his nose

"How did you get all the flour?"

This kid has flour all over his apron and clothes. What's going on?Didn't you say to eat hot pot at night?

"Oh, I was kneading the noodles just now, and I planned to make a few small dumplings, which can be eaten in the hot pot later. I just made the noodles, and I haven't made the filling yet. I haven't made the stuffing much. You can adjust the taste later."

"Okay, let's go down."

Mo Yuhui propped himself up on the edge of the bed, and Chu Qing squatted in front of him. The man's eyes flickered, did he refuse? Chu Qing wanted to carry him on the sofa, but Mo Yuhui pointed to the kitchen

"Go to the kitchen, don't you want to adjust the stuffing?"

Then Chu Qing turned around and went to the kitchen again. The heating was turned on at home, but the temperature on the first floor was still slightly lower than that on the second floor. After all, this person just woke up, so Chu Qing went to the sofa to find a blanket. , helped him wrap around his waist, and then put the prepared minced meat, shrimps and seasonings in front of him.

"What did you do? Why is it so fragrant?"

When Mo Yuhui went downstairs, he smelled a fragrance

"Oh, dumplings made with mushroom soup are not necessarily delicious, so I boiled the soup with bones, and I plan to make a bone soup pot, so that I can still drink the soup, how about it?"

"Okay, what about you? Do you want to eat the same as me or the spicy one?"

"Spicy, I've been thinking about a butter pot for a long time."

"Is your wound okay?"

"The outside of the wound has healed, so it doesn't matter if you eat less."

The pot on the gas was gurgling and steaming, and the temperature in the whole kitchen rose a bit. The two of them were chatting and doing their own thing, which was very warm. Mo Yuhui adjusted the stuffing, and Chu Qing also started rolling it. The dumpling skins were broken, and Mo Yuhui couldn't eat much because of his stomach, so he ate most of them, and stopped after rolling out more than [-] dumplings.

He turned around and sat opposite the man, watching his bony hands making dumplings one by one, and suddenly remembered the morning before he left for Hanzhou, when he came down from the stairs and saw This is the picture of this man wearing an apron standing in the kitchen making dumplings, getting on the bus and getting off the dumplings, and he was about to leave in the car, so he got up early in the morning to make dumplings for him, even thinking about it now, he still feels a warm current in his heart Same thing.

"I've been thinking about the dumplings you made last time for a long time, especially when I was in Hanzhou. It was almost eleven o'clock at night when I returned to the place where I lived, and I had already digested the extra meal at six o'clock in the afternoon. I was really hungry at that time, I remember that one day I dreamed about the big lobster you ordered for me, and I didn’t finish eating that lobster, and there was still a little left, and it made my heart hurt when I was lying on the bed.”

The author says:

get along warmly

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