My Chu Chu is the most moving

Chapter 340 Do We Look Like We Lived In A Two-person World?

the next day.

When Sheng Qing cheered up, there was no one at home.

To be precise, everyone left except Chu Mo, including Mrs. Liu.

Didn't you say two days ago yesterday?

How to say go away.

Like a tornado.

She had a two-hour text message on her mobile phone from Chu Xinzhi: "Huanhuan, stay at home obediently, don't cause trouble for Momo, we will be back before the Chinese New Year."

Sheng Qinghuan: "..."

She scratched her head and went to Chu Mo's room next door.

There is no one on the bed.

Chu Mo has already woken up.

"Moment?" She went to check in the cloakroom, but there was no one there.

Sheng Qinghuan went downstairs.

Touching his flat stomach, he went to the kitchen.

Chu Mo was not there, and the sound of porridge cooking came from the rice cooker, bubbling and bubbling.

She lifted the lid of the pot and took a look. The porridge was almost ready, which meant that Chu Mo got up very early.

There was a sound outside the door.

Sheng Qinghuan came out of the kitchen and saw Chu Mo walking in from the outside.

The teenager was wearing a white sweater, gray sweatpants, and a white towel on his shoulders, sweating profusely.

"Are you awake?" Chu Mo walked up to her and flicked her forehead, "I thought you would sleep for another hour."

Sheng Qinghuan took his hand, "I'm not a pig."

Chu Mo smiled, took off the towel from his shoulders, and threw it on the sofa.

"You went out for a run?"

"Well. The air in the morning is very fresh. Go out and run around the villa twice, and you will be in good spirits all day." Chu Mo rubbed her head, "Do you want to run with me tomorrow?"

"Okay." Sheng Qinghuan agreed wholeheartedly.

She is not interested in running, but she is very happy to be with him.

"Then you have to wake me up tomorrow morning."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Okay."

He went to the kitchen and brought the cooked porridge to the table. There were side dishes that Mrs. Liu had marinated in the refrigerator. The two sat in the small dining room, facing each other, eating breakfast.

so warm.

Sheng Qinghuan sipped the porridge and said, "It's just the two of us at home, so it's a bit calm." The voice of drinking porridge was loud.

Chu Mo raised his head, looked at her, and said with a smile, "Do you regret it now? I'm afraid it's too late." They should be on the plane at this time.

"I'm not afraid that you will be too lonely at home alone."

"My Huanhuan is the best." Chu Mo picked up a pickle for her.

Sheng Qinghuan said dissatisfied, "Just use this to reward me? I want to have a big meal."

"It's noon." Chu Mo said, "I'll make you a big meal at noon."

"You cook it yourself?" She knew that Momo could cook, but she had never eaten it.

Chu Mo nodded.

"After breakfast, let's go to the supermarket together and stock up on food."

"it is good."

After breakfast.

Sheng Qinghuan and Chu Mo changed their clothes and went out.

"Silence, do we dress like a couple?"

She was wearing a long black down jacket, and Chu Mo was wearing a short black down jacket.

Both are wearing red scarves.

Except that Sheng Qinghuan was a little short, the two were wearing the same color clothes, they really looked like couples.

Chu Mo pulled up the hood behind her down jacket and covered her head, "Stop talking, the wind is blowing into your mouth."

Sheng Qinghuan: "...Did you ever say that you are very bad at chatting?"

Chu Mo: "I usually don't chat with people."

She hugged his arm with a smile, "Brother Momo doesn't like to talk to people, he just likes to chat with me."

Chu Mo lowered his eyes, and the little girl was looking at him and smiling.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

Supermarket.

Chu Mo rested his hands on the shopping cart and slowly pushed it forward.

The young man is tall and tall, wearing a simple black down jacket, and has a pair of blue eyes that are different from those around him. He is very attractive in the bustling supermarket.

Sheng Qinghuan watched, gradually falling behind.

She has to grow up quickly to be worthy of him who is tall.

Chu Mo stopped and turned his head, "Follow up quickly, be careful not to be squeezed out."

Sheng Qinghuan took a few steps forward and grabbed the frame of the shopping cart, "You are so tall, I can see you at a glance."

He took her hand and trapped her in front of him.

With both hands on her side, he held the shopping cart, and a low voice sounded in her ear, "This way you won't lose it."

Sheng Qinghuan's hand was also on the shopping cart.

The hands of the two were very close to each other.

Looking at the dazzling array of shelves, Sheng Qinghuan felt dazzled. It was her first time shopping in a supermarket, and she didn't know what to buy. "What do we want to buy?"

Chu Mo: "Is there any dish you particularly want to eat?"

"I'm not picky eaters, I can do anything."

Chu Mo walked and watched, picking vegetables.

On the side, an aunt pushed her son passing by. The little boy was sitting on a shopping cart, pushed forward by his mother, looking around with big eyes.

Sheng Qinghuan looked at it for a while, then looked away.

A smile flashed across Chu Mo's eyes, and he picked up the weighed vegetables from the shopping cart.

"Do you want to sit down?"

"Ah?" Sheng Qinghuan immediately realized that he was talking about whether to sit on the shopping cart, blushing and said, "No. I'm an adult, and riding a shopping cart is something only children do."

Chu Mo bent down and picked up Sheng Qinghuan.

"Ah!" She exclaimed, the person was already in the shopping cart, with her legs hanging on the edge.

Chu Mo threw the vegetable into her arms, "Hold it well, tell me what you want to eat, and I'll get it for you."

The little girl was stunned, and her eyes were clearly filled with joy.

Chu Mo pushed her, and her legs wobbled and wobbled.

Very excited.

Chu Mo found it funny.

Just now I said that riding a shopping cart is something only children can do, but this person is giggling like a child.

She was just a child.

The two returned to the villa with two bags full of things.

Fill the refrigerator to the brim.

Sheng Qinghuan collapsed on the sofa.

"I'm so tired." She took a few mouthfuls of hot water and sighed.

"Tell you to exercise more, but you won't listen." Chu Mo sat on the sofa.

Sheng Qinghuan fell directly on his lap, looked up at him, and reached out to touch his face, "Momo, you are so pretty."

The skin is like fine porcelain, and the eyes are like the deep sea.

Chu Mo took her hand and held it.

not talking.

Watching her quietly.

Sheng Qinghuan felt that it would be nice to have the two of them left at home.

"Silence, do we seem to be living in a world of two?"

"You're a big kid." Chu Mo pinched her nose and said in a serious tone, "Starting tomorrow, I will make a winter vacation schedule for you, go to school to do homework, preview in the afternoon, and memorize in the evening."

Sheng Qinghuan: "..." It's really unpleasant.

noon.

Chu Mo is cooking in the kitchen.

He was wearing a blue and white plaid apron, standing in front of the cooking table.

"Cut the tofu for me." Seeing Sheng Qinghuan standing beside him, looking eager to try, Chu Mo ordered.

Sheng Qinghuan excitedly picked up the knife, "What shape should you cut it into?"

"About two centimeters square." Chu Mo looked at her and warned, "The knife is fast, so be careful."

Sheng Qinghuan cut the tofu with his head down.

very serious.

She tries her best to cut every piece of tofu perfectly.

As if it were an important task.

Chu Mo took a look at her and made sure that she had no problem cutting the tofu. Then he started to do his own work. He lowered his head and chopped the tempeh, bean paste, shallots and ginger slices.

By the time he finished all this, Sheng Qinghuan had already cut the tofu.

"How is it, isn't it great?" She looked at him like a child begging for praise.

Chu Mo looked at the tofu on the plate. They were all about the same size and shape, and they were really powerful. He gave her a thumbs up, "You will be the master chef of Huaxia in the future."

Sheng Qinghuan laughed loudly, "You are too exaggerated."

Chu Mo put the cut tofu cubes into boiling water with salt and soaked them in clean water to remove the slight beany smell.

Add oil to the frying pan, heat it up, add tempeh, bean paste, and minced meat, and stir fry until fragrant.

He asked, "Can you eat spicy food?"

Sheng Qinghuan: "Add more chili, I like it."

Chu Mo put some chili noodles in, continued to stir-fry, added water, boiled until boiling, and poured in tofu cubes.

The whole kitchen is full of fragrance.

Sheng Qinghuan's eyes widened, "I've never seen you cook, how could you?"

"Look at the recipe."

so?
He memorized the recipe!
Sheng Qinghuan looked at the delicious mapo tofu in the pot, swallowed and said, "How did the second brother know that you can cook?"

Chu Mo thought for a while, "Once, I got up to cook supper, and he saw me, and then he ate the food I cooked."

"When did you cook supper?" Sheng Qinghuan was surprised, "Why don't I know."

"You were already asleep at that time."

He once wrote papers until early in the morning, and he was a little hungry, so he was embarrassed to bother Aunt Liu, so he cooked supper in the kitchen himself.After playing the game, Sheng Qingyan went to the living room to get water to drink. He smelled the aroma and rushed to the kitchen, where he unceremoniously ate a large bowl of udon noodles he cooked.

Sheng Qinghuan pouted, "No wonder the second brother said yesterday that your cooking skills can catch up with dad's. It turns out that he has eaten your cooking. I'm not the first person to taste it."

Chu Mo comforted her, "I just cooked a simple noodle that time, not cooking, so you are still the first person to taste my cooking."

After a while, Chu Mo propped up the cooked tofu and put it into a square disk.

"I want to have a taste first." Sheng Qinghuan demanded while holding up his chopsticks.

"Taste it." It was originally made for her to eat.

Sheng Qinghuan took a piece of tofu and fed it into her mouth. The tofu was filled with starch, so it was tender and smooth. The aroma of bean paste permeated into the tofu, and the taste was comparable to what she had eaten in a restaurant.

"Hmmm Momo, you really don't plan to open a restaurant?" She took another piece and fed it into her mouth, "I'll be your assistant."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Can I take it as you are praising me?"

"I was praising you!"

Sheng Qinghuan took a piece, raised her hand, and handed it to his mouth, "Taste it."

Chu Mo lowered his head and bit the chopsticks, "Well, the shape and size are just right."

Sheng Qinghuan: "Can I take it as you praising my knife skills?"

Chu Mo touched her head, "Little assistant."

(End of this chapter)