Chapter 19

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Mo Ran listened to him distressed, a warm current gradually rose in the chest, and the bright eyes lifted from the quilt and blinked.

"Master, you care about me so much, I, I will not hurt."

"Hey, looking at you like this, how can it not hurt? It's not that you don't know the temperament of the master, do you dare to make such a big mistake in the future?"

In the candlelight, the teacher looked at him with some helplessness and some distress, and the eyes of the amorous feelings were full of waves, like warm water.

Mo Ran's heart moved slightly, and said obediently: "Never again. I swear."

"Which time did you swear it was true?" But when he said that, the teacher finally smiled, "The hand is cold, are you up? If you can't get up, lie down and I will feed you."

Mo Ran had already climbed up halfway, and when he heard this, he immediately collapsed and became paralyzed.

Teacher: "..."

Regardless of the previous life or this life, the favorite food of the ink burning is the hand made by the teacher. The skin is as thin as smoke, and the filling is as tender as cream. .

Especially the soup, the milky white is mellow, sprinkled with green chopped green onion, tender egg shreds, and then poured a spoonful of red oil and spicy topping stir-fried with garlic, eating it in the stomach, it seems to be able to warm people for a lifetime.

The teacher took a spoonful and fed him carefully. While feeding, he also said to him: "There is no red oil today, you are seriously injured, it is not easy to eat spicy food, just drink bone soup."

Mo Ran stared at him, couldn't look away, smiled and said: "Spicy is not spicy, as long as you make it, it is delicious."

"I really know how to talk." The teacher also smiled, picking up a poached egg lying in the soup, "I reward you with a heart, I know you like it."

The ink burned and laughed, and a bunch of messy hair was raised on his forehead, like a flower: "Master."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just calling you."

"..."

Shaking and shaking.

"Teacher."

The teacher held back a smile: "Is it called me?"

"Well, I'm just calling you, I feel so happy."

The teacher froze for a moment and gently touched his forehead: "This silly child, can't it be a fever?"

The ink burned with a laugh, rolled for half, and looked at him sideways, his eyes were bright, as if full of fine stars.

"It would be great if I could eat the hands made by the master every day."

This is not a lie.

After the death of the teacher, Mo Ran always wanted to taste the dragon hand copy he made again, but the taste would never come back.

At that time, Chu nightning hadn't completely broken with him. I don't know if it was out of guilt. Seeing that the ink burned and knelt in front of the teacher's coffin, Chu nightning quietly went to the kitchen, chopped stuffing with noodles, and wrapped it carefully. Several copycats. It's just that I haven't finished the package yet, and I let the ink burn. I can't bear the loss of my love. I just feel that this behavior of Chu nightning is mocking myself, imitating badly, and deliberately stinging myself. .

The teacher died, and Chu night Ning Ming could save it, but he refused to help. Afterwards, he wanted to outflank the teacher for himself to eat. Did he think this would make him happy?

He rushed into the kitchen and knocked over all the utensils, and Xue Yu's full hand rolled all over the floor.

He roared towards Chu Wanning: "What are you? You are also worthy of what he has used? Also worthy of the dishes he has made? The teacher is dead, are you satisfied? Do you have to take all your apprentices? You are all dead and crazy, so you are reconciled? Chu nightning! No one in this world can make that bowl of hands, and you can't imitate him again!"

Now this bowl, he is both happy and emotional, slowly eating the back, although still smiling, his eyes are a little wet. Fortunately, the candlelight was dim, and the teacher could not see his subtle expression clearly.

The ink burned and said: "Teacher."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

The teacher was stunned for a moment, and then smiled gently: "Isn't it just a bowl of hands? As for being so polite to me, if you like it, I will often cook it for you in the future."

The ink burns to say, not only thank you for a bowl of hands.

I also want to thank you, no matter in the past life or in this life, you are the only one who really looks up to me, doesn't mind my background, minds the 14 years I spent outside, unscrupulous.

I also want to thank you, if it weren't for the sudden thought of you, after the rebirth, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to help but kill Rong Jiu, make a big mistake, and go back to the old ways.

Fortunately, in this life, before you die, I will definitely take good care of you. If you are ill, the cold-blooded devil in Chu nightning is not willing to save you, and me.

But where can these words be spoken?

In the end, the ink burned just gudugudu drinking the soup, and there was no green onion left, and then licked his lips with a sigh of relief, the dimples were deep, and it was very cute like a fluffy kitten.

"Is there any more tomorrow?"

The teacher didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't change something else? Isn't it tired?"

"I don't get tired of eating every day, I'm afraid you will find me annoying."

The teacher shook his head and smiled and said: "I don't know if the flour is enough. If it is not enough, I'm afraid it can't be done. If it doesn't work, do you think the sugar water is good? It's also your favorite."

"Okay, okay. As long as you do, everything is fine."

The grass grows in the heart of the ink burning, and I am so happy that I can't wait to roll with the quilt for two.

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