fall in love with dancing prince

Chapter 19 Tears Are Not Because of Sadness
"Dad, let me cook." Xiao Mo walked forward pretending to be relaxed, took the ingredients from Lin Wenjun's hand, and walked to the kitchen, "Go back to the house and rest for a while, and I will call when it is ready. you."

Her footsteps stopped outside the threshold of the kitchen, and she paused for a second, then she turned her head and added to him with a smile: "Don't be amazed by your baby, my master cooking skills!"

Lin Wenjun must be aware of his daughter's carelessness.He didn't say any more, and let her get busy in the small kitchen alone.

Xiao Mo was a little confused, and pressed the button of the range hood in a daze before washing the dishes.In an instant, a huge humming sound lingered in the cramped space, making the already confused thoughts even more chaotic and complicated.

In such confusion, she stared blankly at the clear running water rushing out of the faucet, and watched the scattered water splash gradually fall on the fresh and tender vegetables.Although I really don't want to admit it, but a face that is always very gentle but not flat, and the playful expression that sometimes appears on that delicate face, I even think of him when he quarreled with her Smart words with a poisonous tongue but no flaws.

Slightly turning her gaze, looking out of the only wooden framed window in the kitchen, she caught a glimpse of the gray, bald cat sleeping late at the door of the unit wearing a banana peel.At this moment, it paced back and forth, its round eyes staring intently at the window where Xiao Mo was, and staring at her curiously.Xiao Mo was very surprised why it looked more leisurely and comfortable than her, just like her heartless and carefree self a few years ago.

Somehow, she willingly surrendered to the not-so-beautiful wild cat, and looked away in embarrassment.

Quickly turning off the running water that was almost overflowing the vegetable sink, Xiao Mo pushed himself into some kind of incomprehensible reverie while rubbing the dark purple eggplant that seemed to be stained with pesticides.

Although the sky at seven o'clock in the evening in summer still has no tendency to darken, but the street lights are already on, it stands to reason that my mother should have come back long ago.In her memory, it is always her father who runs around outside and her mother who does the housework.This kind of life pattern has been fixed since she was just sensible, and it has continued to the last vacation without any accidents.

But this time, everything changed.Dad has become silent, mother has become strange, life has become so confusing and worrying.

Sweeping away the meatballs and ribs lying across the center of the cutting board with her arm, she made room for the freshly washed eggplant, neatly peeled, cut into pieces, put it on a plate for later use, and then unambiguously packed away the other ingredients.

Although it is always mother who cooks at home, in fact, Lin Xiaomo's cooking skills are taught to her by her father Lin Wenjun.

In line with the noble sentiment of "never forget the well digger when drinking water", she prepared this dinner for her father skillfully but not sloppily.

While the rice cooker was busy steaming rice, Lin Xiaomo struggled intently for half an hour in the whirlpool of pungent smoke and dish aroma before finally completing each process.The three dishes were put out of the pot one after another, and the fragrance was extraordinarily overflowing.

In an open space in the living room, Xiao Mo set up a relatively brand-new folding dining table, and Xiao Mo happily played the role of the waiter in the shop.

"Dad, here's the food!" imitating the high voice of the waiter in the costume TV series, she yelled and served braised eggplant and sweet and sour pork ribs.

In the bedroom, Lin Wenjun, who was leaning on the bedside and reading The Economist carefully, raised his head from the magazine, took a deep breath to smooth his frown, and then got up and walked to the living room.

He had just stepped into the living room, and Xiao Mo had just picked up the cooked meatball vermicelli soup, when the anti-theft door made a "click" sound.Accompanied by the noisy rubbing sound of rusty metal and the unique metal clashing sound of the key chain, Xiao Mo's mother pushed the door open at this just right moment.

According to common sense, the following should be a family reunion scene of a loving mother, loving son, filial piety, and happiness. However, things did not go as planned. Mo Yun's eyes wandered for a moment between the attractive dishes on the table and Xiao Mo's face full of expectations, and then smiled at her daughter. She smiled and said, "Honey, mom just had dinner with my colleagues, so I won't be with you." After saying that, she changed her slippers and walked to the bedroom.

Half a minute later, Mo Yun leaned out as if suddenly remembering something, and said to Xiao Mo who was still frozen in place with the meatball vermicelli soup, "By the way, mom will take you shopping for clothes this weekend."

Only then did Xiao Mo come back to his senses, and with a low reply, he put the soup bowl in his hand in the center of the dining table, turned around and went back to the kitchen to serve rice.

The next half hour was probably the hardest and longest time she had experienced in the past 18 years.

She and her father sat opposite each other at the two ends of the dining table, savoring the originally fragrant and tempting dishes, but suddenly felt that the taste was too much. depressed.

The first dinner back in N City was spent in an awkward and weird atmosphere, so heavy that Xiao Mo didn't know what to do.She never thought that her family would have such a day, but the reality is always so real that there is no room for doubt.She didn't even have time to figure out what caused this result, so she could only accept it.

Then, when Lin Wenjun sighed and turned back to the bedroom where Mo Yun was, Xiao Mo finally shed tears in the orange fragrance of the dish soap while cleaning up the dishes.

She secretly told herself—the tears were not because of sadness, she just hadn't adapted yet, that's all.

It's late at night, and N City has turned from the hustle and bustle to silence and tranquility, and the unique colorful colors of the city's night have gradually faded away. Only the leisurely stray cats permeate in the silent summer breeze.

In the northeast corner of the garden complex in the city center, in a bedroom that was already dim, Su Yang tossed and turned.And in a small six-story building two kilometers away from the garden area, in a room with closed doors, Lin Xiaomo couldn't sleep all night.

She didn't know what Su Yang's mood was when he faced these things with his parents, but at least she felt that it must not be too bad.After all, she is the weak one, from beginning to end.

Xiao Mo suddenly felt irritable for no reason, so he grabbed the remote control of the air conditioner, adjusted it to 23 degrees Celsius, and waited for the cool breeze to hit.At the switch of the air conditioner, the green indicator light flickered in the dark night, as if mockingly watching the troubles of an insomniac.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Mo, who was lying on the bed wearing a wide suspender skirt, couldn't help shivering, and then buried himself in the quilt.Every summer, she likes to turn on the air conditioner and hide under the blanket.She likes the feeling of being surrounded or protected like this, which is a habit she has developed since she was very young.

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