The rich and powerful: the first lady of Mo Shao

Chapter 124 I'll Cook You Some Porridge

Aunt Zhao sent Uncle Wang to the fork in the road outside, returned to the cabin again, and volunteered, "Tonight we will rotate the vigil one-on-one. You will watch the first half of the night, and I will watch the second midnight."

"Thank you, I can do it by myself, Aunt Zhao, you go to rest first!" Coldly rejected Aunt Zhao's kindness, staring at Mo Qing who was still awake.

"I did it out of kindness. Since you don't agree, I'll go to bed first. Call me if you need anything." Aunt Zhao walked out of the cabin with a yawn.

The wind outside was blowing hard, and the window was blowing cold wind. She retracted her hands into the quilt, pressed against his body to keep warm, rested her head on half of his face, and fell asleep without knowing it.

The dog barked outside the house a few times, Mo Qing slowly opened his eyes, and saw a peaceful and beautiful face sleeping next to him, he took his hand out from under the quilt and caressed her eyebrows and eyes, his movements were slight and delicate, as if he was wiping a piece of clothing. Fine and expensive china.

The scab on the palm of her hand passed by her delicate skin, itching slightly, she trembled slightly between her brows, and when she woke up, her hands had already left. Her joyful eyes sank into her throbbing heart.

"Are you awake?" She raised her head and pulled her hands out of the warm quilt, "I'll make some porridge for you."

She walked out of the cabin and came to the stove, where she could vaguely see a light, approached the fire hole, and found that Aunt Zhao was squatting there, seeing Leng Yan coming in, she quickly raised her eyes and pointed to the cauldron in front of her, "It should be ready, you Take a spoon to mix it up, and I'll just add another fire."

It turned out that Aunt Zhao didn't sleep at night, so she cooked porridge for her!
It's really touching!
She lifted the lid of the pot, took an iron spoon and poured it into it a few times, "Aunt Zhao, thank you so much! Please stay up in the middle of the night and help us cook the porridge."

"What's there to be thankful for? We people in the mountains are like this, and we can't stay idle." Aunt Zhao added the last fire, walked out from the inside, and walked to Leng Yan's side, "I'm just too lonely. During this time, there are With you by my side, I feel busy, but I feel very happy..."

Leng Yan knew that her voice was about to start recalling her dead ghost husband again, so he looked at her with a vow, "Aunt Zhao, don't worry, when I go out, the TV station will make an advertisement for you and help you find a good one." Object, let you feel happy every day."

She said these words from the bottom of her heart. At this moment, seeing Aunt Zhao's clear eyes full of expectation, she began to understand the loneliness of a widow living alone in the mountains.

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The incandescent lamp hanging on the beam flickered, and the power supply was unstable. He walked in coldly with the porridge, but before he reached the bed, the lamp sizzled, and the only light circle printed on the quilt suddenly disappeared, and the room It was pitch black, and the static electricity brought by Mo Qing when he lifted the quilt could be vaguely seen.

She fumbled to put the porridge on the table, and just about to turn around, her whole body was wrapped in her arms, and she heard the clear and heavy breathing.

She stood still, her heart was beating quietly in the darkness, and the two hands in front of her were also tightly held. The embrace that came from behind was so warm that she thought she was in a dream for a moment, and lowered her head. Shallowly called out: "Mo Qing—"

The person behind him didn't speak, his chin lightly rubbed against the top of her head, and the arms around him tightened even more, wishing he could rub her into his body, completely forgetting the pain in his body.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The door was knocked several times, "Leng Yan, the power is out, I took some candles and lit them for you first."

Aunt Zhao's loud voice broke the quiet and warm scene between them. The two separated almost at the same time. Aunt Zhao opened the door and came in. Leng Yan was standing in front of the table. The red candle in her hand illuminated Leng Yan's face as red as new Marriage.

Aunt Zhao tilted the candle head and dripped candle oil on the table, "This place likes to have power outages every three days, so my red candle is still..."

"Aunt Zhao—" Leng Yan had guessed that Aunt Zhao probably said that the candle was used when she and her dead husband were newly married, so she hurriedly interrupted her, "The stove is about to go out, help me get a piece of coal from the stove !"

Aunt Zhao put down the candle, hurried out of the cabin, brought a piece of coal after a while, and after changing it, she wanted to say something, but seeing Leng Yan staring at Mo Qing eating the porridge, she closed the door gently after all, Turn around and leave.

Mo Qing's eating movements are always so gentle and introverted, there is no sound of collision between the spoon and the bowl, and even chewing is as light as the sound of breathing.

How could they get entangled when they were clearly two different people?
A long time ago, she wanted to enter Mo Qing's world out of curiosity at that time, but now, before she could enter his world, she found that her own world had been plundered and filled with his Figure up.

Recalling how Mo Qing treated her back then, hurting her body and heart, but she would never be able to hate him like she loved him, she couldn't...

As long as he treats her a little bit nicely, she can be so moved. Maybe many times, it is her wishful thinking that he is nice to her, but she doesn't care. Like now, he kisses her, hugs her, and she heart has fallen...

Early the next morning, the village head arranged for the old master in the mountain to drive Leng Yan and Mo Qing down the mountain. Before leaving, Aunt Zhao stuffed her marinated bacon and pickles into Leng Yan, "There is nothing delicious in the mountain , just this little pickle, you can take it home and try it out."

"No need, Aunt Zhao, you can keep it for yourself." Living in Aunt Zhao's house for free for a while, she said coldly that she was really embarrassed to accept Aunt Zhao's gift again.

"I'm a widow, I can't eat anything! If the village chief hadn't informed me that the program crew was going to shoot in the mountains, I wouldn't know how to pickle vegetables at all. This was originally prepared for you." Aunt Zhao said very sincerely, and said coldly that she would not I refused again and accepted it.

As the car drifted away, Aunt Zhao waved her hand like a flag waving in the wind. Thinking of Aunt Zhao's warm hospitality these days, her eyes suddenly got wet with cold words—moved by the simplicity of the mountain people.

When the car was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, Yan Yan saw a lot of people not far away, who didn't look like villagers at the bottom of the mountain. The master glanced down, "That's a reporter from our province. He has been there since midnight last night. Yamashita is waiting to interview you!"

When Mo Qing heard that there were reporters, he raised his body with his hands on the hay on both sides, and said coldly that he obviously felt a little restlessness in his eyes, probably because he was afraid of making it public with him!

"Master, stop at the small shop in front later, I'll get off first, please take the side road and take him directly to the airport." Leng Yan stretched out his hand and pointed to the signboard of Wang's Canteen hanging not far away.

(End of this chapter)