"Hey, okay."
Aunt Song heard that Jin Weimo also agreed with Yan Xiangnuan, so she nodded in agreement with a smile.
Only Yan Xiangnuan and Jin Weimo were left in the kitchen.
Yan Xiangnuan prepared the noodles and washed the vegetables.
Jin Weimo stood obediently next to Yan Xiangnuan.
When he saw Yan Xiangnuan washing vegetables, his tall figure immediately He came to the side and stretched out his hand to help, washing a vegetable and looking at Yan Xiangnuan with a silly smile, with an expression of complete reluctance to look away.
"Awesome."
Yan Xiangnuan stepped on his feet and kissed Jin Weimo on the cheek.
Jin Weimo was stunned for a moment, staring at Yan Xiangnuan's red lips with his deep eyes, and then touched the cheek that Yan Xiangnuan had kissed just now with his wet hands, looking dazed.
"Silly."
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't help but laugh immediately.
Taking advantage of his confusion, he led Jin Weimo to the side, then set up the pot and started the fire.
Jin Weimo has always been very well-behaved.
When he saw the pot heating up and Yan Xiangnuan holding olive oil and planning to pour it in, Jin Weimo pulled Yan Xiangnuan anxiously, as if Yan Xiangnuan was not allowed to move. attitude, and then hugged Yan Xiangnuan domineeringly and unreasonably, and the tall man walked out of the kitchen forcefully holding Yan Xiangnuan in his arms.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Xiangnuan patted Jin Weimo's back in confusion.
She didn't know why he didn't let her continue pouring the oil.
The pot was already hot.
If she didn't add the oil, it would start to smoke.
"Hot it."
Jin Weimo grabbed Yan Xiangnuan's hand and looked at the pot with disgust, as if Yan Xiangnuan was not allowed to enter the kitchen.
Yan Xiangnuan was held by Jin Weimo, and Jin Weimo did not intend to let go.
He held the olive oil and was carried all the way to the sofa in the living room by Jin Weimo.
Aunt Song had been outside the kitchen.
When she saw Jin Weimo coming out with Yan Xiangnuan in his arms, she immediately stepped forward to take the olive oil from Yan Xiangnuan's hand.
Without Yan Xiangnuan's instructions, she immediately went into the kitchen and took over cooking the noodles. .
After sitting on the sofa, Jin Weimo and Yan Xiangnuan explained: "It's not hot."
Yan Xiangnuan was stunned and looked at Jin Weimo blankly.
She thought that every time Jin Weimo personally cooked food for her before, he always seemed to be afraid that it would smoke her and burn her.
She didn't expect that even if it was just Jin Weimo, who was five years old, naively didn't understand many common sense, but still felt that it was a very dangerous thing, so he stopped her forcefully.
"Jin Weimo."
Yan Xiang looked at Jin Weimo with a sour nose, and wrapped his slender arms directly around Jin Weimo's neck. "" Jin Weimo was hugged by Yan Xiangnuan, and then he immediately lay down on the sofa with a satisfied smile.
He didn't know if it was funny or not.
He was originally lying on the sofa while hugging Yan Xiangnuan, but turned around and rolled away. , rolled under the sofa, and with a bang, they both fell on the carpet next to the sofa.
Yan Xiangnuan was dumbfounded again.
He didn't expect to be caught off guard and fell to the ground.
Jin Weimo, who seemed very happy when he looked at it again.
He was acting as a cushion underneath but didn't feel any pain from the fall.
He was relieved immediately.
"Don't do this next time, you know?"
Jin Weimo herself was fine.
Yan Xiangnuan wouldn't have been so scared in the past, but she is now a pregnant woman, and the baby in her belly is almost five months old.
Now occasionally she I can already feel the fetal movement, and the baby is too fragile to be bumped into. "" Jin Weimo looked at Yan Xiangnuan for a while, then at the sofa, then at the coffee table next to him, and then nodded in understanding.
"Get up quickly."
Yan Xiangnuan reminded.
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Jin Weimo immediately got up, and then carefully helped Yan Xiangnuan sit on the sofa.
Like a husky, he happily put his head on Yan Xiangnuan's shoulder.
Yan Xiangnuan couldn't do anything about being coquettish in his arms, so he turned on the TV and prepared to watch TV with Jin Weimo until he watched several episodes of Hungry Bald Qiang.
When Jin Weimo started complaining about Bald Qiang's stupidity, Aunt Song also complained Now the noodles are ready.
"Young lady, the noodles are ready."
Aunt Song said and asked Yan Xiangnuan whether he wanted to eat in the living room or the restaurant.
"Aunt Song, please bring out the noodles and put them on the coffee table."
Yan Xiangnuan looked at Jin Weimo and Bald Qiang with great interest, and finally believed the fact that Jin Weimo's mental age was only five years old.
In the past, if someone told Yan Xiangnuan that Jin Weimo would one day be fascinated by cartoons, Yan Xiangnuan would never believe it.
When he turned on the TV just now, he only tentatively turned on the children's channel, which happened to be playing again.
Bald Qiang, I thought that Jin Weimo wouldn't like watching, but Jin Weimo watched with gusto.
His rough big palms took Yan Xiangnuan's small hands to play with, while his eyes were fixed on the TV.
Can't bear to look away.
"The young master likes to watch cartoons very much."
Aunt Song was an old man who served at home.
When Jin Weimo had an accident, Yan Xiangnuan didn't say anything.
Later, when he planned to take Jin Weimo home, he revealed a little bit to Aunt Song.
So Yan Xiangnuan took Jin Weimo home, and Aunt Song didn't ask anything, and she didn't show anything unusual.
It wasn't until she saw the child-like Jin Weimo, and once again confirmed how weird Jin Weimo was, that Aunt Song blushed.
Eyes and Yan Xiangnuan said.
"Yeah."
Yan Xiangnuan nodded with a smile.
The Jin family, including Mr.
Jin, are actually not very optimistic about Jin Weimo's situation.
In Jin Weimo's current situation, only Yan Xiangnuan's mentality is excellent, even if Jin Weimo's life trajectory seems to have deviated from his.
Yan Xiangnuan is still not that worried about the development trajectory of his previous life.
"Eat it."
Aunt Song brought out the noodles, and Yan Xiangnuan motioned to Jin Weimo to eat them.
Jin Weimo should be hungry, but his vortex-like eyes were staring at Yan Xiangnuan for a long time: "You eat."
Jin Weimo asked Yan Xiangnuan persistently.
"I won't eat, you eat."
Yan Xiangnuan wasn't very hungry because Jin Weimo had to take blood tests on an empty stomach for examination.
She was afraid that he would be hungry so she wanted to cook him some noodles.
"You eat."
Jin Weimo insisted.
Seeing his persistence, Yan Xiangnuan took the lead in eating with chopsticks.
However, she was not very hungry, so she stopped after taking a few bites and handed the chopsticks in her hand to Jin Weimo: "I'm full."
"Eat more."
Jin Weimo saw that Yan Xiangnuan ate less and pushed the bowl uneasily, with a serious and guilty expression.
"I'm really full, please eat quickly."
Yan Xiangnuan shook his head, knowing that Jin Weimo was afraid that she would be hungry, so he pushed a large bowl of noodles in front of Jin Weimo.
This man, even when his mental age was only five years old, was still a gentleman to her, and he still cherished her kindness.
This may be a kind of deep love, so much love that no matter what I become, I will never forget my body.
I love you instinctively.
Jin Weimo looked at Yan Xiangnuan blankly and seriously, as if he was judging whether what Yan Xiangnuan said was true or false.
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After a long time, he was sure, and then nodded with satisfaction and took the chopsticks from Yan Xiangnuan's hand.
I don't feel disgusted at all eating it. aa2705221: