Chapter 87

There was a heavy snow in Lincheng two days ago, and the weather was even colder when the snow melted.

Su Qianmian thought to himself: Let's eat hot pot!

She called him for a long time before she got through.

"Qianqian, are you home?"

"Oh, not yet. I'm going to eat hot pot in the evening. I'll ask if you like clear soup or slightly spicy or spicy."

There was a woman talking on the other end of the phone, very respectful, as if asking something.

Xun Mochen gave instructions in a low voice, and then said to Su Qianmian, "Let's clear the soup." Remember to buy some cabbage. I have sesame sauce at home.

"Oh, okay. When are you going home?"

"Eight o'clock. You can eat some pads first and wait for me to go back to eat hot pot.

Su Qianmian was dissatisfied: "Let's eat at eight o'clock. I'll get fat."

Xun Mochen was silent: "I'll do it as soon as possible."

His sentence is less than seven o'clock as soon as possible. Su Qianmian hasn't finished picking the dishes yet, and Xun Mochen has come back.

Su Qianmian was picking vegetables while watching TV in the living room. She saw Xun Mochen coming back and greeted him, "Come on, come and pick vegetables with me!"

She is wearing cotton home clothes, her hair is a little messy, and her exquisite body looks more petite in the wide cotton-padded clothes. The black and white border collie is on the sofa, watching TV, and sweeping its tail leisurely.

Xun Mochen's smile lingered unconsciously.

"I wash my hands and change my clothes."

There are travel programs on TV.

Su Qianmian couldn't take his eyes off it: "Oh, my God, is it okay to eat like this?"

When the host arrived in Algiers, the Berbers on the desert warmly entertained them. The way of baking bread is unique. It is to bury the dough cake in the sand with a bonfire on it. After it is baked, take out the cooked dough cake, pat off the sand on it, and it can be eaten.

Xun Mochen said: "The domestic water is delivered by the government by a special car every week, and Berbers need to take a bus for two or three hours to buy vegetable rice noodles in the city. Although the living conditions in the city are a hundred times better than those in the desert, they still adhere to the habits of their ancestors and do not want to leave.

Su Qianmian asked, "Have you ever been to Algiers?"

Xun Mochen shook his head: "No. I once saw it in the book.

Su Qianmian really admires him. Does he know everything?

Xun Mochen gave her all the dishes.

He is a clean person. Although the speed of picking vegetables is not fast, the quality is really surprising. He pulled several layers of cabbage, and the rest were white and tender leaves. The green vegetables and oil wheat are also clean, and there is nothing bad. Su Qianmian gave him a lot at the beginning, and there was only one-third left after his hand.

Su Qianmian looked at the perfect wisps of green leaves in her hand and a lot of abandoned on the ground, and the corners of her mouth twitched: This, this is too wasteful.

But Xun Mochen leaned over and looked at her, asking for praise on his face.

Forget it, a big man is informal. A person like him should have made a lot of money to strive for excellence.

Su Qianmian began to wash the vegetables and ordered Xun Mochen to arrange the induction cooker and pot, and adjust the sesame sauce.

Boil the water, put the ingredients on it, and the two of them will do it on the opposite side. Sit and wait to eat.

The heat rolled, and Su Qianmian couldn't wait to pick up a potato chip.

Aww~

Su Qianmian suddenly bulged his cheeks, and his whole eyes turned red.

The potatoes are all cooked. It's so hot!

Xun Mochen stretched out his hand to her mouth: "Spit it out!"

Su Qianmian shook her head, struggled for two seconds, and swallowed the potatoes.

Then stick out your tongue and fan the wind with your hands.

Xiaohei next to him turned around the table in a panic, wanting them to feed it something to eat.

Xun Mochen handed her a glass of water: "It's all college, why are you still like a child?"

Su Qianmian disagreed with this: "Food is the first necessity of the people. This meal is a great pleasure in life. If you eat what you don't like, you can eat what you like, you don't like to eat slowly, and you like to eat slowly, what does it mean? Eating is just like listening to songs. It's just a preference. I can't wait to listen to it.

Xun Mochen picked up a potato and put it in her bowl: "It's always not good to burn it."

Su Qianmian disagreed with this point: "For what I like, even if it's hot, I don't feel pain. I won't feel pain until I finish eating it, but the key is that I'm anxious before I start eating. I'm in a hurry, but I haven't eaten it yet. It doesn't matter if it's hot. I have to continue to eat."

Xun Mochen stuffed the potatoes stained with sesame sauce into her mouth.

Su Qianmian automatically chewed and looked at him.

Then swallowed it and began to eat obediently.

She always has so many truths, and many of them are still very difficult to understand. Unlike some operations, accurate answers can be obtained after rigorous calculations. Her words are like winding wool. What does it mean?

He didn't bother to talk to her.

The hot pot is smoking, it's still snowing outside, and it's particularly warm inside.

After dinner, Xun Mochen read a book, and Su Qianmian was rolling in **.

It's so boring!

Su Qianmian cried, "I'm so uncomfortable..."

"Where does it feel bad?"

Su Qianmian: "Head!"

Xun Mochen didn't look at her and said decisively, "Cut it."

Su Qianmian asked, "Why did you cut it?"

Xun Mochen took it for granted: "Isn't it painful? It won't hurt if you cut it."

This is really...what logic! How magical is the structure of people in science and engineering!

After a while, Su Qianmian shouted again, "It's so boring!"

Xun Mochen turned over a page.

Su Qianmian saw that he was fascinated and got up and looked from behind him.

A mess of bird language

Eh, what is this? Su Qianmian actually studied it seriously.

Xun Mochen turned his sideways, turned his head, and said to Su Qianmian, "Go back to read your book. Isn't it going to take an exam?"

Su Qianmian ignored him.

Xun Mochen drove people away: "Then go to the study and get another one. It's more suitable for you to stay away from economics."

Su Qianmian still ignored him, watching it with relish and not making any noise.

Xun Mochen fell down the book**.

Su Qianmian quickly raised his hand: "I don't think it affects you!"

Xun Mochen picked up the corners of his mouth and smiled gloomyly: "Oh? Do you still have reason?"

Saying that, he overturned Su Qianmian in **.

Su Qianmian smiled and quarreled with him for a long time.

Finally, she hugged him from behind and he read with a book.

"Do you still want to read a book when you are a big president?"

He snorted. People always have to make progress.

Su Qianmian asked, "Have you been very busy recently?"

"It's still about working with the oil tycoon Petter, and I'm in some trouble."

In fact, Su Qianmian doesn't care about this. Her man, no matter what she encounters outside, is her man when she comes home. Protect her and spoil her.

And she will always be by his side, whether rich or poor, old, sick or dead.

This is her love.

"I'm married to you. Don't you have to take me to see your family?" Su Qianmian asked.

Xun Mochen put down the book. This should be the question she wants to ask most. Or one of them.

"They are all in France, and I will take you back during the Spring Festival." Xun Mochen paused: "They may tell you that I have a childhood sweetheart's marriage partner, saying... I'm engaged, or I have some personality problems, and my feelings are very... I always change people around me. Don't believe it. They want you to leave me.

"But marriage is a matter for both of us, and we don't live with them. It's just a formality to take you there. Don't worry, I'm here.

Su Qianmian curled her lips.

There are professional classes in the morning, and everyone is drawing in the class. The monitor saw the ring on her ring finger and exclaimed, "Oh? Why did you bring the ring to your ring finger?

She hesitated: "It shows that I have a deep relationship with my partner."

"Really, you are so cruel."

The whole class is there, looking at both of them.

"Is your partner from our school? When will you bring it quietly?"

Su Qianmian smiled. It's impossible to bring it to have a look.

Going forward, he has to face his family. She was scared.

Xun Mochen felt the change in her mood, and his fingers touched the ring on her ring finger intentionally or unintentionally.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, it's nothing. I'm sleepy." She kissed him and lay down to sleep.

Xun Mochen closed the book, turned off the light, and hugged her to sleep.