Chapter 82： Are my hands soft?

Chapter 82 Are my hands soft?

Seeing that he was silent, Yunmo asked again: "By the way, you know how to cook, right?"

"Um."

"Then don't make your dishes too salty. My taste is sweeter. Cook the rice softer. I don't like it too hard. It's best to cook porridge."

Delicious and lazy, there are quite a lot of requirements.

Ling Chuan looked at her deeply with black eyes, "What else do you want?"

"No more. Oh, don't be upset. Although I can't cook, I can do other things."

"for example?"

"I boiled the bath water for you, you're welcome, hurry up and cook, I'm hungry."

The woman's words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in Ling Chuan's heart.

Originally thought that Ling Chuan's culinary skills were limited to cooking food, but unexpectedly, he did a pretty good job.

A pot of vegetable porridge, a bowl of cold radish shreds, and a plate of tomato scrambled eggs.

Blue, white, and red, simple, full of color, fragrance, and appetite.

Yunmo suddenly felt that this man seemed to be more and more in line with her wishes.

"Did your family learn to cook from an early age?" Yunmo chatted with the man across the dining table while eating.

"No." Ling Chuan was silent for a moment before speaking again, "When my mother was still alive, I never entered the kitchen."

"Oh."

Realizing that she unintentionally mentioned the sad things about the man, Yunmo wisely didn't ask further.

The room was so quiet that only the slight chewing sound of the two could be heard.

"Chachacha."

is the sound of Yunmo chewing radish shreds.

Lingchuan’s knife skills are good. The shredded radish is thin and long. After salting, squeeze out the water, then add sugar, cooked chili oil, and balsamic vinegar for cold dressing. It is sour, sweet, and spicy. It is very appetizing .

"I used to work as a helper in a restaurant. Sometimes the master is too busy, so I also help with cooking."

Yunmo was stunned for a moment before realizing that the man was explaining how to cook.

"Then what other jobs have you done besides restaurants and construction sites?"

"Many, as long as I can make money, I have done it."

"You've done everything, so aren't you a decathlon?"

The woman slightly opened her eyes wide, and the watery apricot pupils were full of wonder and curiosity.

If it were someone else, hearing this would only feel that he was born in poverty and had a bad fate, and would feel sympathy and pity for him.

But she was different from others, as if in her eyes, those difficult years of struggling to survive were a remarkable achievement, an experience worthy of showing off and admiring.

At this moment, something seemed to be overflowing in his heart, sore and swollen, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. Instead, he felt an inexplicable joy and happiness.

Yunmo didn't know the turmoil in the man's heart at this time, she really thought that the man was very powerful, if it was her, she wouldn't be able to do it.

Although she can also cook, if she is really asked to work in a restaurant, she can't do it all day.

After dinner, Ling Chuan took the initiative to clean up the dishes, while Yun Mo ran to the yard to enjoy the cool and digest food.

In less than ten minutes, seeing Ling Chuan coming out of the kitchen, Yunmo subconsciously said: "You take a bath first, I will wash after you finish washing."

Ling Chuan walked straight in front of her, his eyes were deeper than the night outside, "Come here."

Yun Mo was sitting on a small bamboo stool, Ling Chuan was standing, she had to look up at him.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Chuan didn't answer, but turned around and walked towards the house where he lived.

Yunmo blinked, got up and followed curiously.

After entering the room, Ling Chuan picked up an army green canvas bag on the bed, unbuttoned it, lowered his head and reached out to rummage inside.

No way, no way, he still wants to buy something for her as a log?

Yunmo was inexplicably looking forward to it, with her hands behind her back and her toes lightly kicking the ground, guessing what would happen.

Soon, Ling Chuan took out a gray cloth bag from the canvas bag.

"this is for you."

Yunmo resisted the corners of her mouth that wanted to turn up, and slowly took the cloth bag, "What is it?"

"You can tell by looking at it."

Mysterious, she wants to see what kind of treasure it is.

Yunmo opened the cloth bag with anticipation, and was stunned when she saw what was inside.

You can’t say it’s bad, but you can’t say it’s great either.

Is it too little?

Seeing that she was silent, Ling Chuan pursed his thin lips slightly, clenched his hands tightly, with a rare embarrassment and shame on his face.

Originally this job could be done during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the wages would be about two hundred yuan, but unfortunately, he was forced to leave the construction site early, and the money he got was naturally much less.

Yunmo didn't know what the man was thinking, she raised her face, her moist almond eyes were full of doubts, "Why are you giving me money?"

"It was agreed before that I will bear the rent. You take these first, and I will figure out the rest."

Yunmo took out the money in the cloth bag and counted it. It was 134 yuan in total.

She took the round number of 100, put the remaining 34 pieces back into the cloth bag, and returned them to the man.

Seeing that Ling Chuan didn't answer, she directly stuffed the cloth bag into the other party's hand, "Here, you're such a big man, you can't go out without a penny, the 100 yuan will be considered as half a year's rent first, and the rest will wait for you If you have it, give it to me."

After listening to her words, Ling Chuan subconsciously folded his five fingers together, wanting to hold the cloth bag, but his hand was too big, and this grasp also held Yunmo's hand.

Both of them were taken aback.

"Ling Chuan, isn't my hand very soft and comfortable, and I don't want to let go of it?" Seeing that the man didn't let go for a long time, Yun Mo couldn't help teasing.

"Didn't you hold my hand when you were in Lijia Village last time?" Ling Chuan looked down at the little hand he was holding, and counterattacked calmly.

Yunmo's face was full of enthusiasm, "Okay, then you also hold my hand today, and we will be even.!"

After speaking, she withdrew her hand, turned around and left the room.

Ling Chuan glanced at his palms, and the corners of his lips involuntarily raised slightly.

She was right, her hands were indeed very soft, as if they had no bones, but also very smooth, like fine suet white jade.

Backing to the room, Yunmo fanned her face with her hands, trying to remove the heat from her face.

Calm down, calm down, it's just that your hand is touched, there's nothing to be excited about.

Taking a few deep breaths, her mood slowly calmed down. Yunmo put the wrinkled money in her hand into the space, and lay on the bed, as if there were layers of ripples gently swaying in her heart.

A night without dreams.

In the morning, Yunmo woke up as usual, and as soon as she opened the window, she saw Ling Chuan standing in front of the well in the yard, using a pressurized water pump to collect water.

The man was wearing a white sleeveless vest and blue trousers. The soft sunlight fell on his back, and his bare arms and skin glowed charmingly.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, it must be said that the man has a perfect and strong figure.

Was engrossed in watching, Ling Chuan suddenly stopped what he was doing, Yun Mo instinctively wanted to hide, but in the next second, he felt that his thoughts were bad.

This is her residence, what happened to her standing in front of the window and looking at the scenery?

(end of this chapter)