Chapter 92

After a few more bites, Mo Huan didn't feel so hungry. He raised his head and asked Shen Qing, "Qing, what's this called? What's in it? You used to eat this in the village? " Mo Huan had a noble status and was used to eating delicacies, but it was the first time he had such a common people's food.

Did you hear me wrong just now? Shen Qing asked suspiciously, "what did you just call me?"

"Qing, you call me Huan. Shouldn't I call you Qing?" Mo Huan said, but also fly to an electric eye, electricity was Shen Qing, outside coke inside tender.

Shen Qing is so angry that she can't bear to call herself Xiao Qing. Now she even saves small words. That's the name of ordinary friends! What's more, when did you call him Shan Zi Huan? That's his own wishful thinking.

"Call me Shen Qing, not just one word!" Shen Qing found that in the face of such a smiling peach blossom face, he really lost his temper.

In my heart, I found that my stomach began to be hungry. Forget it. Ignore him. Shen Qing made a set of rolls for herself.

"You haven't told me, what is it called?" While eating, Mo Huan did not forget the question just now.

Calm down the next mood, found that in fact there is no good gas. Shen Qing's hands kept on saying, "this is very common in the north, but today we use pancakes. It's easier to satisfy our hunger. The best combination should be pancakes made of soybean flour, which is called pancakes and scallions. However, the pungent taste of scallion is very heavy. I guess you can't get used to it, so I use scallion. "

"Is this green and white thing green onion? What about this black thing? " Mo Huan asked again.

"What a black thing! You're color blind. It's brown. It's called Douban sauce. I made it myself. There are so few shops in that town that we can't find any to sell, so we have to do it by ourselves. Although it's a little troublesome, it's delicious and easy to use. " Shen Qing finished and rolled the cake in her hand.

Mo Huan also just finished eating the share in his hand. He grabbed Shen Qing's share and thrust it into his mouth.

Shen Qing is angry. He ate all the food. He can't eat it again if he takes it back. Forget it, there's more on the table. Make another one.

Staring at Mo Huan, this guy is enjoying this ordinary lunch. Shen Qing suddenly felt a little happy in her heart. It's actually a very happy thing for her to be recognized and enjoyed by others. It's better than being disliked by others.

Seeing that Mo Huan is not slow in eating, Shen Qing pours a cup of tea for him. The carriage staggered forward, but the carriage was very stable, and the water in the teacup did not overflow any drop.

Mo Huan took the cup, took a sip of tea and continued to eat cakes. In my heart, I wonder why I didn't know there were so many delicacies among the people before? And the girl in front of her is really different.

After eating and sleeping, Shen Qing quietly finished her food and drank some water. She found that she was neither sleepy nor hungry, and had nothing to do.

Turn around, open the curtain, a cold and fresh wind blowing in. Outside the sky has some gray, I do not know when to start overcast days, the sky is very thick clouds. Think about the morning glow, really should be that sentence: the morning glow does not go out, sunset travel thousands of miles.

Just thinking about it, the heavy snow came down. Shen Qing reached out to pick it up. As soon as the snow fell on her palm, it quickly turned into a crystal clear little water drop. In previous lives, it often snowed in winter, and she likes to reach for it as much as she does now. The same soul, the same action, but different time and space, I do not know whether the snow is the same?

"Put your hand back and watch out for the cold." Suddenly, Mo Huan's voice broke Shen Qing's thoughts.

Slowly draw back the hand, put down the curtain, this just found out, just stretched out to the outside of the right hand has been red and cold.

He sat forward and put his hand on the stove to bake. However, he was suddenly held by Mo Huan. He changed his position along with a strong force and sat beside Mo Huan.

The hand is still in his hand. Shen Qing can't react for a moment. But there is a warm feeling in the palm and back of the hand. His hands are very white and very big. He usually looks at his elegant and slender fingers, but his belly is covered with thick cocoons, and some of them are slightly tied. The palms are dry and warm, which are different from those of previous mothers and Chen Caixia. They are warm and comfortable, but this is warm and reassuring.

In the heart suddenly slides a familiar shadow, whether that person's hand is also like this? Will it also give people a warm and reassuring feeling?

Mo Huan saw that Shen Qing was still in a daze, and he allowed himself to hold her little hand without any reaction. Her hands were cold, small, smooth and boneless, as if they would break with a little force. He shook it gently again, and the hand turned round. Mo Huan was startled and thought he had crushed it. Looking at Shen Qing again, he still didn't respond. It seemed that he was OK. That finger, thin and long, just like the shallot. Although she was always busy in the kitchen, her hands were still soft and slippery.

It's the first time he's holding a girl's hand. In my impression, when I was a child, I took my mother's hand. It seemed that her hand was just like this. It's just that my hand was too small to hold the hand of my mother's concubine at that time. I didn't feel like that.He also took brother Xuan's hand. His hand was rough and broad, but Before Mo Huan thought about it, his hands were empty. Looking down, Shen Qing has pulled back her hand and stares at herself.

"Your hand is too cold, I give you warm, how can you still stare at me?" Mo Huan's face was full of grievances. The peach blossom eyes were like tears. The thin lips of red cherry were tight. Shen Qing was suddenly full of guilt, like she bullied a pure baby.

In a previous life, it was nothing for men and women to hold hands with each other, but this is ancient times. It's a big harm for men and women to be strict with each other. Chen Caixia said this when she chatted with her.

Is his thought too pure, or his own thought too impure, or other people's simple good intentions, to see his hands cold, to warm himself.

Ah! Well, he's right.

"Well, thank you. My hands are not cold." Although Shen Qing is sometimes reasonable and unforgiving, it's time to apologize when she doesn't, and say thank you when she should.

"It's OK. I don't care about you, Wang Shizi." With that, he straightened up and shook his long hair, which he wanted to be pulled down. His face was as broad-minded as his heart. Maybe he's really broad-minded.