Infinite Throne

   Chapter 1087 You drank my dad's relics

  Instigated by Mo Rendi's enthusiasm, Yilin was "forced" to temporarily live in Mo's house.

  Before the starfall night, the Mo family's old house, which covers a slightly larger area, usually only lived for three people.

  Mo Rendi, Molly, and a middle-aged maid, Sister Xu.

   During this time, due to the influence of the starry night, Sister Xu's hometown was also the hardest hit area. She went home to visit her family and took a long vacation.

After    Yi Rin moved in, the deserted Mo family was a bit lively.

   but only "a few points".

  When Mo Rendi went out to work or deal with special group affairs, Molly locked herself in the room for more than 20 hours in 24 hours.

   She obviously didn't like Uncle G who was "fluid" and "old antique".

   Molly always felt that Uncle G was plotting against Grandpa.

   These days, Yi Rin has some idea of ​​the situation of little Molly.

   This is the other side of Molly that he hasn't touched "before".

Because Molly was too smart, she felt that the content of school was boring. In front of the teacher, she completed all the final exam papers of junior high school and high school in one breath, and let the teaching and research groups take turns like a ring competition. After the question and battle ended with Molly's full score, she graduated early and got a diploma.

   In short, she is now a "dropout" at home. Be a house girl.

  After the death of her parents, Molly no longer interacted with other people, but on the surface she looked like she was dragged and didn't look like she was sad.

   In this regard, Mo Rendi can't control it, and can only let Molly do this.

  I have prepared a lot of nutritious fast food at home, which can be eaten as soon as it is heated, and there are quite a few flavors. To be honest, even if Yi Rin was not there, even if Mo Rendi didn't go home for a week, Molly would not starve to death, and she would stay home with peace of mind.

   Molly, who hides at home every day, has almost no contact with Yilin, and they are like strangers.

  Irin felt that Molly was avoiding him on purpose.

  Molly, Molly, don't you feel that I make you look familiar?

  Irin observed Molly for a few days and felt that this was not the way to go.

   So one day, on a dark and windy night, he took out the local specialties from the mountain, lit the electric stove, and started cooking.

   After a while, a hot pot of "Dazaizhu" came out.

   There are many materials that can only be dug on the snow-capped mountains.

  A dazzling light filled the Mo house.

  As a soul cook, Yi Rin no longer needs to strictly follow any recipes. The mediocre materials are in his hands, and they will have special effects when they are cooked... The point is that they are very fragrant. This pot cooks it bright, fragrant and delicious. Who would refuse a delicious food that can shine?

   Molly hid in the room. As soon as the window lit up, she thought something had happened and rushed out of the room with her bare feet. When she rushed out, she was still holding a 15cm electric shock stick in her hand, which seemed to be a weapon that she usually used for... self-defense.

   "I wipe? Uncle G, did you blow up the kitchen or what?"

   Colorful rays of light leaked out a charming halo from the gap of the pot lid. At this moment, Yi Rin was like a **** descending from the earth, holding a glowing pot, full of divine breath.

   Molly thinks that the next second, this guy will lift the lid of the pot with a smile and say: Look, it's full of light.

  Irin said with a stern face: "Want to eat?" He put a pot of cooking named [Snow Mountain Thirty-Eight Fragrant Harvest Stew] on the table.

  Little Molly stayed for a few seconds, the crystal clear and brushed saliva slid down from the corner of her mouth, she quickly wiped it: "I..."

  Little Molly wanted to be stubborn, restrained, and hesitant, but there was no way. The scent that filled the whole room was so fragrant, she quickly gave up resistance and lowered her head: "I want to eat."

   "Call uncle."

"uncle."

   "Well, darling."

   Yi Rin touched little Molly's head with a smile. Seeing the stinky Molly cowardly in front of her, Yi Rin felt inexplicably happy.

   "Don't think you—" Molly couldn't help it, and was about to explode.

   "Do you still want to eat tomorrow?"

   "Good uncle, Mengmeng wants to eat." Molly lowered her arrogant head again.

   "So cute~"

  “…”

  …

  After eating.

  Irin smiled and cleaned the dishes in the house.

   Molly was wearing a vest and shorts, and she curled her legs and buried herself on the sofa watching TV. But obviously, her attention did not fall on the TV show, and in just one minute, she had switched to more than a dozen shows. And the content broadcast on these programs is similar: it is nothing more than publishing news about "disaster" in various forms, or experts in various fields, in interviews with different programs, put forward their own opinions on "four towers", "disaster" and "disaster". ”, “Satellite falling”, “Where did the disappeared people go” and other key words.

   After cleaning up the tableware, Yilin opened the upper level of the kitchen cabinet and placed a perfect pair of pour-over coffee utensils inside. On the other side of the cabinet, there are four types of coffee beans marked with different roast levels in airtight jars: light roast, medium roast, dark roast, and no time to roast. On the surface of each glass jar, there are sticky notes of different colors, which intimately indicate the origin and variety of each coffee bean, and the roasting date. The last signature on the sticky note: "Husband Mo Mo Da".

  In a society where even hamburgers can be "one-click generation", this set of pure hand-cranked coffee tools can be said to be a "retro genre". Irin could probably tell what kind of personality Molly's parents were like. He silently poured out a handful of beans, sniffed them before putting them in his nose, and began to grind them.

  "Kakakakakaka-"

The sound of    grinding echoed in the hall where the two were alone.

  92℃ constant temperature boiling water, pour. He liked the bitter taste, and of course Molly liked it too.

   smothered.

   dripping, timing.

  Three-knife flow brewing.

The    technique is just an aid, and Irin has always been very casual in making coffee.

  The light flashed.

  Coffee is technically also in the category of "cooking".

  Irin sat down on the other corner of the sofa with two cups of coffee, he took a sip while it was hot, um, it tasted good.

"Don't think I don't know, you have a purpose in approaching Grandpa." Molly's relationship with Mo Rendi is like an eagle catching a chicken... Well, now Molly is an eagle who protects the calf, and she can't help but watch During this period of time, a sloppy stranger and grandfather became "good brothers", and there was a feeling that "the only relative was taken away", which was inexplicably uncomfortable.

   "I, Molly, won't eat your way!"

   As she said that, Molly took a sip of her coffee angrily. She seemed to have forgotten the scene when she obediently called "Uncle" just now.

   But she has never seen coffee that glows.

   "hiss..."

   Molly gasped.

   "It's salt, I added a little salt."

"Hmph," Molly rolled her eyes: "The sodium ions in salt can suppress the bitterness of coffee and increase its aroma. Don't show off this mere knowledge in front of me, okay? My dad used to... wait, you coffee Where did the beans come from?"

   "Found in the kitchen."

   Molly's eyes widened, and the coffee cup landed on the carpet with a slam. Molly ran to the kitchen with her hands and feet, she looked at the coffee can with the unscrewed lid...

   "Wow woohoo!"

   After three seconds,

  Little Molly was holding the coffee can and crying.

   "My dad's relic!"

  …

When   Mo Rendi came back, Molly was still crying.

   When he learned the cause and effect from Yi Rin, he was dumbfounded. But he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only symbolically punch Yi Rin out of the courtyard, meaning.

   Molly had diarrhea five times that night.

  Molly usually sleeps until she wakes up naturally, but when she woke up this morning, Molly, who had diarrhea, had a dry mouth and almost got dehydrated, couldn't care less about getting angry and got up and clucked a cup of warm water.

   "What are you doing to provoke my granddaughter?"

  Mo Rendi stood on the roof and beckoned to Yilin secretly.

   The brothers squatted on the roof and whispered.

   "Didn't you ask me to help here for a few days?"

"The old man asked you to help guard and didn't let you make trouble with her!" Mo Rendi glared at Yi Rin: "You don't understand my granddaughter's weird temper, since her parents died, it's been weird, I don't like to talk. I know that I stick to the old man all day long, but the old man has nothing to do. He can only hide. To be honest, the old man can smash all those families with his fists, but he can't do anything about this stinky granddaughter."

   Yi Rin glanced at Mo Rendi: "Trust me, one day you will miss the days when you were clinging to her."

   "Hey? Impossible!" Mo Rendi said firmly.

   "Let's see."

   "Anyway, don't provoke her if you're okay. By the way, there's been some movement outside recently, and the old man just has something to do, so you can take care of it more. The people they send to the old man are all trash, and the old man can't believe it."

  Irin made an "OK" gesture.

   Mo Rendi heard the words and was relieved. Stepping on his left foot from the air, he swept out of the high wall and left Mo's house.

  Little Molly did not hide in the room today.

  After what happened yesterday, she suddenly realized that hiding in the room was just to find herself uncomfortable. Doing this won't make Wei Shu Mi feel uncomfortable, it will only make her feel uncomfortable.

   Today's Molly is curled up on the sofa, on the table is the can of coffee beans that made her leak all night last night, her eyes are empty and out of focus.

  After Mo Rendi left, Yi Rin thought about it, and sat down next to little Molly again.

  Little Molly moved her **** away in disgust.

   Silence.

   For ten minutes, Uncle Yilin and little Molly just sat like this, and no one paid any attention.

   "My wife died."

   In the awkward silence, Irin suddenly sighed.

   Molly turned her head and glanced at Yi Rin in surprise. Although she didn't understand what Yi Rin did when she suddenly said her sadness, she still whispered, "My condolences."

Yi Rin took off the [Xia Xue Zhi Xin] from her neck: "She only left me this necklace. In fact, I always believed that human life is short, people always die, and no one can live forever. "

   "Nonsense." Molly rolled her eyes: "But you drank my dad's relics."

   "Well, what I want to say is that the dead will live in the memory of the living in the form of 'missing'."

   "But you drank my dad's relic." Molly emphasized.

"The past is unbearable, we have to look forward." Yi Rin said with a pun: "So, I think as long as I live well, I can live well, one day, whether in ten years, a hundred years, or even We will meet again in a longer time."

   "Although it's a bit rude to say that," Molly lowered her head: "I feel like you're telling a ghost story."

   "No, we all have hope." Irin shook her head.

   "Cut, you have to believe in science, okay? Antique. You can't come back from the dead." Molly curled her lips and got into the room.

  Irin closed his eyes and listened.

   In the room, Molly put her head under the pillow and cried loudly.

  Irin scratched her head in confusion.

  Maybe I am actually a little bit less good at comforting people?

   (end of this chapter)