Seeing that he remained silent, Yun Mo asked again: "By the way, you can cook, right?"
"Um."
"Then don't make your food too salty. My taste is on the sweeter side, so cook the rice a little softer. I don't like it too hard. It's best to cook it as porridge."
It’s delicious, lazy to cook, and has quite a few requirements.
Lingchuan looked at her deeply with his dark eyes, "What else do you want?"
"No. 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. Please hurry up and go cook. I'm hungry."
The woman's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in Lingchuan's heart.
I originally thought that Lingchuan's cooking skills were limited to cooking food, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be pretty good at it.
A pot of vegetable porridge, a bowl of cold shredded radish, and a plate of tomato scrambled eggs.
Green, white, and red, simple, full of color, flavor, and appetizing.
Yun Mo suddenly felt that this man seemed to be more and more to her liking.
"Did your family learn to cook since childhood?" Yun Mo chatted with the man across the dining table while eating.
"No." Lingchuan was silent for a moment before speaking again, "When my mother was still alive, I never entered the kitchen."
"oh."
Realizing that she had accidentally mentioned the man's sadness, Yun Mo was wise enough not to ask any further questions.
The room was so quiet that only the subtle chewing sounds of the two people could be heard.
"Chachacha."
It was the sound of Yun Mo chewing shredded radish.
Lingchuan's knife skills are good. Cut the radish into thin and long pieces. After salting it, squeeze out the water, then add sugar, cooked chili oil, and balsamic vinegar to make a cold salad. It's sour, sweet, and spicy, and it's particularly appetizing.
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"I used to work as a helper in a restaurant. Sometimes the chef was too busy, so I would help with the cooking."
Yun Mo was stunned for a moment before she realized that the man was explaining that he could cook.
"Then besides working in restaurants and construction sites, what other jobs have you done?"
"I've done a lot of things, as long as I can make money."
"You've done everything, so aren't you a decathlete?"
The woman opened her eyes slightly, her watery almond eyes full of wonder and curiosity.
If it were other people who heard this, they would only think that he was born in poverty and had a bad fate, and they would feel sympathy and pity for him.
But she is different from others. It seems that in her eyes, those difficult years of struggling for survival are an amazing achievement and an experience worthy of showing off and praising.
At this moment, something in his heart seemed to be overflowing. It was sore and swollen, but he did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, he felt an inexplicable joy and happiness.
Yun Mo didn't know the turmoil in the man's heart at this moment. She really felt that the man was very powerful. If it were her, she wouldn't be able to do it.
Although she can also cook, if she were asked to work in a restaurant, she wouldn't be able to do it for a day.
After dinner, Lingchuan took the initiative to clear away the dishes, while Yunmo ran to the yard to cool down and eat.
Less than ten minutes later, when she saw Lingchuan coming out of the kitchen, Yun Mo said subconsciously: "You take a shower first, and I'll do it after you finish."
Lingchuan walked straight up to her, his eyes deeper than the night outside, "Come here."
Yun Mo was sitting on the small bamboo stool, while Ling Chuan was standing. She had to raise her face to look at him.
"What's wrong?"
Lingchuan didn't answer, but turned around and walked towards the house where he lived.
Yun Mo blinked, stood up and followed curiously.
After entering the room, Lingchuan picked up a military green canvas bag placed on the bed, unbuttoned it, lowered his head and reached out to rummage inside.
No way, no way, he is so stupid and still wants to buy something for her?
Yun Mo was inexplicably looking forward to it. She put her hands behind her back and lightly kicked the ground with her toes, guessing what would happen.
Soon, he saw Lingchuan take out a gray cloth bag from the canvas bag.
"this is for you."
Yun Mo resisted the urge to raise the corners of her mouth and slowly took the cloth bag, "What is it?"
"You'll know just by looking at it."
It was mysterious, she wanted to see what kind of treasure it was.
Yun Mo opened the cloth bag with anticipation and was stunned when she saw what was inside.
You can't say this thing is bad, but you can't say it's great either.
Is it too little?
Seeing that she was silent and silent, Lingchuan pursed his thin lips slightly and clenched his hands, with a rare look of embarrassment and shame on his face.
Originally, this job could last until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he would receive almost 200 yuan in wages. Unfortunately, God was not as good as God. He was forced to leave the construction site early, and the money he received was naturally much less.
Yun Mo didn't know what the man was thinking. She raised her face, her moist almond eyes full of doubts, "Why did you give me the money?"
"As I agreed before, I will bear the rent. You can take these first, and I will figure out a way for the rest."
Yun Mo took out the money from the cloth bag and counted it. It was 134 yuan in total.
She took the integer of 100, put the remaining 34 pieces back into the cloth bag, and gave it back to the man.
Seeing that Lingchuan didn't answer, she directly put the cloth bag into his hand, "Here, you are such a big person, you can't go out without a penny. This 100 yuan will be used as you pay half a year's rent first, and the rest will wait for you."
Give it to me if you have it."
After listening to her words, Lingchuan subconsciously closed his fingers and wanted to hold the cloth bag, but his hand was too big, so he also held Yun Mo's hand.
Both of them were stunned.
"Lingchuan, aren't my hands very soft and comfortable, and you don't want to let go when you hold them?" Seeing that the man didn't let go for a long time, Yun Mo couldn't help but tease.
"Didn't you also hold my hand when we were in Lijiacun last time?" Lingchuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the little hand he was holding, and counterattacked calmly.
Yun Mo's face was filled with warmth, "Okay, then if you hold my hand today, we will be even..."
After saying that, she withdrew her hand, turned around and left the room.
Lingchuan glanced at the palm of his hand, and the corners of his lips could not help but raise slightly.
She was right, her hands were indeed very soft, as if they had no bones, and they were also very smooth, like fine white suet jade.
Back in the room, Yun Mo fanned her face with her hands, trying to remove the heat from her face.
Be calm, be calm, it's just that your hand was touched, there's nothing to be excited about.
After taking a few deep breaths, her mood slowly calmed down. Yun Mo put the wrinkled banknotes in her hands into the space and lay on the bed, feeling as if there were layers of ripples gently undulating in her heart.
A dreamless night.
In the morning, Yun Mo woke up as usual. When she opened the window, she saw Ling Chuan standing in front of the well in the yard using a pressure pump to collect water.
The man was wearing a white sleeveless vest and blue trousers. The soft sunlight fell on his back, and his exposed arms and skin had a charming sheen.
With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, it must be said that a man has a perfect and strong figure.
Just as he was watching intently, Lingchuan suddenly stopped what he was doing. Yunmo instinctively wanted to hide, but the next second she felt that her idea was inappropriate.
This is her residence. What happened to her standing in front of the window looking at the scenery?