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[69 Book Bar - www.] Compared with downstairs, the space on the second floor is much narrower. It is a public place with small gas stoves and induction cookers scattered around. Clothes are drying on the drying table not far away, and men’s

, women’s, a mixed bag.

The more Zhan Aofan looked at him, the more wrinkles formed between his brows.

When he looked away, he saw Mu Anyou standing at the door of a room, frowning at him, seemingly a little impatient.

After gathering his thoughts, Zhan Aofan hurriedly walked a few steps. Sure enough, Mu Anyou grabbed the shopping bag in his hand and ducked into the house without slamming the door. At this point, Zhan Aofan finally let go.

tone.

The lights were on in the room, and with the glow of the incandescent lamp, he slowly looked around the 20-square-meter room. Although it was small and simple, it was very clean. At this time, Mu Hui was sitting on the bed and staring.

A pair of eyes looked at him, holding an unassembled Transformers toy in his hand.

"Hui Hui, do you still remember me?" Zhan Aofan walked to the bed, looked at the small face that was also staring at him, asked with a smile on his lips, and his voice became a little softer.

Mu Hui blinked, pursed his lips slightly and thought for a moment, then nodded, and politely shouted in a childish voice: "Hello, Uncle Zhan."

"What are you playing?" Zhan Aofan smiled and touched his little face, but his heart felt a little sour because of the uncle he called.

"The Transformers that Zhiyan's father bought for me." Mu Hui pointed to the toy in his hand and murmured. Zhan Aofan's body froze slightly because of the affectionate name in his mouth.

After Mu Hui finished speaking, he lowered his head and fiddled with the toy in his hand. Apparently it didn't change into the shape in the album, and he frowned in distress.

"Uncle...Uncle, can I help you?" Zhan Aofan squeezed out these words with some difficulty and asked the little man in front of him.

Mu Hui's eyes lit up, he smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Zhan Aofan looked at him steadily, her vision a bit blurred, her too clear eyes resembled her mother's, but now, she can never see that smile again, or maybe, she will never face him again.

Show such a smile.

"Uncle Zhan?" Mu Hui called out tentatively without waiting for his move for a long time.

"Hmm." Putting back his wandering thoughts, Zhan Aofan took the toy in Mu Hui's hand and started studying it.

When Mu Anyou finished cooking noodles at the public stove outside and came in with a pot, she saw Zhan Aofan half-kneeling by the bed with his head bowed and studying the toys in his hands with his son. From time to time, he also discussed a few words with the little man in front of him.

Seemingly instructing and soliciting his opinion, the two of them whispered.

The phrase "Why don't you leave yet" that was almost blurted out was stuck in your throat, and you couldn't say it out for a while.

Looking up inadvertently, Mu Hui saw the figure standing at the door, and shouted happily: "Mom, is it time for dinner? I'm already hungry."

Mu Anyou put down the cooking pot in his hand, smiled lightly at his excited son, "Wait patiently for a while, mom hasn't cooked yet."

"Oh." Mu Hui responded obediently, and then asked: "Uncle Zhan, do you want to stay and eat together?"

Zhan Aofan tightened his hand holding the toy, lowered his head, and seemed to be studying the toy in his hand while holding his breath.

Mu Anyou was startled for a moment, looked at her son's innocent eyes, nodded, took the vegetables on the side, turned around and walked out.

It wasn't until the sound of the door being gently closed that Zhan Aofan let out a breath, looked at Mu Hui lovingly, and handed over the toy in his hand: "Hey, uncle has done it, can you take a look?"

Mu Hui took the transformed model and nodded with a smile: "Uncle Zhan is so awesome, yes, that's what it looks like."

Zhan Aofan looked at his attentive expression, as if he was thinking of something, and said: "Hui Hui will play by himself for a while, and uncle will help your mother serve the food."

"Yeah." Mu Hui didn't even raise his head, immersed in his own world.

Zhan Aofan opened the door and saw Mu Anyou, wearing an apron, pouring the chopped vegetables into the wok with quick and skillful movements...

Time is really a ruthless knife. The woman who nearly burned down the kitchen just to fry an egg for him is now so skilled...

Thinking of those slightly rough palms, the small palms were covered with calluses, which were the training given by life, Zhan Aofan's heart felt suffocated and uncomfortable for a moment, and the feeling of stuffiness surged up so strongly.

My chest was so tight that I could hardly breathe.

Hearing the sound of the stove turning off, he quickly retracted his attention and took a few steps forward to take the wok from her hand, but frowned when he saw the suspicious blush on her hand.

Without thinking, he put the wok aside and grabbed her hand. Sure enough, hot oil splashed onto it.

"Is there any burn ointment?" Zhan Aofan asked. Before his brain, he had already reacted with action. He lowered his head and blew on it gently.

Withdrawing her hand stiffly, Mu Anyou said lightly: "It's okay, just rinse it with cold water. You can bring the wok into the house." After saying that, he walked to the sink and turned on the faucet.

After a few clicks, the movements were natural, and his expression was calm. It was obvious that he was used to it.

Yes, how can you not get used to it? From the young lady who never touched the spring water to the single mother who relied on herself for everything, a few drops of oil are nothing!

She remembers that when she first learned to cook, she almost burned her hair, which frightened her. Later, she gradually became able to do everything. Today, she was careless, knowing that there was still a lot of water on the dishes that was not dried.

, and hurriedly jumped into the pot.

Suddenly there was one more person in the originally small space, and he was a tall person, making the room seem a bit narrower.

Mu Anyou served the noodles to her son and blew on them to make sure they would not burn his mouth before placing them in front of his son. Mu Hui skillfully used chopsticks to eat them one bite at a time.

He filled another bowl of noodles and put it in front of Zhan Aofan. He didn't say any polite words or show any gesture. He just pushed the noodle bowl in front of him and handed over a pair of clean chopsticks.

Mu Anyou didn't want to speak, Zhan Aofan didn't know how to speak, and Mu Hui blinked his eyes and looked at this and that, cautiously not daring to speak.

On the dining table, there was only a plate of fried pork with celery, placed close to Mu Hui, and a plate of pickles. Zhan Aofan quietly watched the woman opposite eating the noodles in the bowl, picking up a few pickles from time to time, but never found any.

Move the plate of food with chopsticks.

As if aware of the gaze of the person in front of him, Mu Anyou raised his eyes and said softly: "This is the only thing here." The implication was that you don't have to eat if you don't want to, and there is no need to force it.

She didn't pay much attention to it before, but now that she was paying close attention, she discovered that the corners of his lips were bruised, and there were also some bruises on the corners of his left eyes. Although he was surprised, he didn't think too much about anything that had nothing to do with her.

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