She doesn't seem to be using too much force, and she doesn't mean it. Since it hurts, just rub it with your hands.
She reached out to touch his chest and started to rub it for him. She was afraid that it would hurt him, so she tried to be as gentle as possible.
But Su Nanxi's move made Mo Qinghe miserable. She didn't know that she was pushing back and forth on his line of tolerance.
Mo Qinghe suppressed her hand and said in a low voice, "Not here."
It's not here, it might be the belly.
Su Nanxi easily broke away from his hand and moved it towards his abdomen, rubbing it slowly in circles.
Mo Qinghe was anxious and didn't dare to say it wasn't here. He was afraid that he would rub her thighs as soon as he said it, so he grabbed her hand directly and stopped her from rubbing it again. After a while, he calmed down and then said calmly, "It's okay, I'll take it easy."
It’s ready in one go, no need to rub.”
Su Nanxi was a little hurt by the strength of his hand, so he thought he needed support because of the pain, so he let him.
After a while, he let go of his hand and collapsed on the bed, as weak as a beached fish.
Su Nanxi remembered that he was sweating profusely and had no towel to wipe it with, so she simply wiped it with her own sleeve.
Her clothes were worn every day and never washed, but secretly she washed and dried them in the space every day, so her clothes were not dirty or smelly.
Mo Qinghe smelled the fragrance remaining on her clothes and felt at ease. He raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, his eyelids became heavy, and he fell asleep.
I woke up from my dream and found that it was dawn and Su Nanxi was missing from the house.
He quickly got up and went out to the yard. No one had gotten up yet, and there was no trace of Su Nanxi. However, he smelled a sweet smell wafting throughout the yard. Following the smell, he saw there was movement in the kitchen.
Smoke was rising from the kitchen, and there was smoke inside, and figures were moving around.
Who gets up so early?
If you don’t light a fire in the morning on weekdays, what happened today?
While Mo Qinghe was making various guesses, the people inside came out, saw him getting up, gave him a drink of water, and then turned around and went into the kitchen.
After a while, Su Nanxi came out holding a small bamboo basket, which was steaming inside, and handed it to Mo Qinghe.
Mo Qinghe took a closer look and was shocked. There were two fat buns in the basket.
His voice trembled, "Did you do this?"
Su Nanxi nodded, pushed the basket forward, and motioned for him to take it.
Mo Qinghe swallowed, slowly reached out and picked up one, and took a bite under Su Nanxi's burning eyes.
Su Nanxi leaned closer and stared at it, wanting to ask him if it tasted delicious.
Mo Qinghe nodded vigorously at her, "It's delicious!"
It was so delicious! He had never eaten such delicious buns before. They were fluffy and soft, not sour, and had a sweet aroma. The fillings inside were so juicy that when you take one bite, they were filled with fillings.
Su Nanxi smiled with satisfaction, her recipe was right.
Mo Qinghe wanted to eat one, but Su Nanxi suddenly ran away with the basket. He looked at her back and smiled helplessly.
Su Nanxi ran back after a while, holding the smoking basket and gesticulating in front of him.
"Are you saying that these three buns have different fillings and are all for me to eat?" he asked uncertainly.
She nodded vigorously, put the small basket in his hand, turned around and ran to the kitchen. Mo Qinghe watched her go away with deep eyes.
Children's biological clocks are relatively accurate and they get up at dawn.
Mo Dongcheng was the first to run out and saw Mo Qinghe eating in the yard. He ran over and asked, "Uncle Third, what are you eating?"
When I looked closer, I saw it was a steamed bun!
"ah!"
The ghost roared.
The Mo family's old house shook with his roar, and the people in the house immediately rushed out of the door.
"What happened?"
People came over and asked Mo Dongcheng.
Mo Dongcheng pointed at Mo Qinghe and shouted to Mrs. Mo, "Mistress, third uncle eats the fragrant buns! I want them too!"
Everyone gathered around Mo Qinghe to look at it. It was really a steamed bun! No wonder it smelled so good so early in the morning! They all thought the next door made it, and they were still cursing in their hearts! It turned out that one of them ate it!
The children were so greedy that they almost cried, and the adults also felt their stomachs bulging.
Mrs. Mo asked her third son, who was eating the buns calmly, "San'er, where did you get the buns so early in the morning?"
Mo Qinghe pointed, "Over there."
Everyone looked at it together, kitchen?
They had the same doubts as Mo Qinghe when they first saw it. Finally, Mrs. Mo stopped everyone and went into the kitchen to take a look.
As soon as he entered, he saw Su Nanxi. Before he had time to ask, he was stuffed with a large basket of steaming buns, and then pushed and turned out of the door.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Mrs. Mo coming out with something smoking. Mr. Mo was afraid of hurting his wife, so he hurried forward to take it. When he got closer and saw clearly what was in the basket, he was even more shocked.
Mrs. Mo pushed her eldest son away and held the basket in front of everyone. She looked a little proud and said, "This is made by the mute mother. Let's eat it while it's hot. Let the baby take it first, one by one, don't push or crowd."
Everyone took one and looked at it again and again before slowly eating it. After taking a bite, they couldn't stop.
Mr. and Mrs. Mo burst into tears. After decades of living, this was the first time they had eaten such delicious steamed buns.
After the children finished eating and wanted more, Mrs. Mo went into the kitchen and came out with another large basket.
"Oh, this stuffing is different. Thank you for your hard work, kid, getting up early in the morning to make so many buns." Mrs. Qin said happily.
Mo Yunmei made a sound and said dissatisfiedly, "Shouldn't that be her doing?"
Boss Mo looked at him coldly and said, "What should you do? What should you do?"
Mo Yunmei shouted at the top of her lungs, "Isn't it right? Who's daughter-in-law doesn't have to get up early to work? If she wants to be a daughter-in-law, she must have this kind of consciousness and serve our family well."
Boss Mo swallowed the bun in his mouth, looked at the increasingly outrageous sister, and said lightly, "I know a lot, who told you?"
Mrs. Qin listened on the sidelines and knew that her husband was about to get angry, so she quickly came over and held his arm.
Mo Yunmei had no idea that she was about to be beaten. She raised her eyebrows and said proudly, "Sister Qiuxia knows more, she told me!"
"Oh!" the boss said in a high-pitched voice. Boss Mo was grabbed by his wife's arm, and his mind was on the line. "She knows so much, has she ever told you that it's best for my sister-in-law to please her at home?"
Mo Yunmei snorted, "Why do I want to please? She wants to please me because she wants to please!"
Mrs. Mo also disliked her daughter and became more and more confused, "Why do people want to please you? This is her home, not yours! In two years, when you get married, your husband's family will be your home! You
If you treat your sister-in-law badly, she will not be allowed in from now on and no one will say anything!"
When Mo Yunmei heard this, her temper also rose. She held her neck and shouted, "She dares!"
Mo Qinghe said coldly, "She doesn't dare, but I dare!"
Mo Yunmei became angry, stamped her feet a few times, and ran away angrily.
Su Nanxi happened to hear it, and her heart warmed up. She handed the basket to Qin, turned around, grabbed Mo Qinghe's hand, and began to draw.
Mo Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her, "Are you sure?"