Although Mo Sheng looked confident, but experience told Yi Chen, don't expect too much.
So, when I got home from get off work and saw Mo Sheng cutting shredded potatoes in an extremely clumsy manner in the kitchen, Yi Chen really didn't feel disappointed at all. Seeing her laptop open on the dining table, the big red headline on the webpage : "How to make sweet and sour pork ribs", I couldn't help shaking my head and sighing and laughing.
She walked over and took the kitchen knife in her hand, and cut shredded potatoes skillfully. Mo Sheng watched his movements with wide eyes, and was greatly shocked.
"Yi Chen, why do you even know how to cook?" Would you give her a way out
"I started helping my aunt cook when I was ten."
"Oh." Such a skilled swordsman must have been acquired for a long time. Mo Sheng felt a little sad all of a sudden, when he was living his days when he was putting on his clothes, reaching out for food and opening his mouth, Yi Chen was alone with others...
"If only I had known you earlier..."
Arms stretched out and hugged him from behind, head resting on his shoulders.
"Yi Chen, teach me, and I will cook it for you later."
The warm hug seemed to evaporate the last bit of astringency in his heart.
That's it, Yi Chen thought.
Let the past be gone forever, and don't care anymore.
Because he is already so tired.
So, can't wait to be happy.