Chapter 282 (1/2)

Back home, it was four o'clock in the morning.

Liu Yanbo threw himself into the soft bed and didn't even want to move again. In recent days, he was so exhausted that he didn't sleep a comfortable sleep.

But this man is mean!

The more you want to have a good sleep, the more you can't sleep. At least Liu Yanbo is such a ”slut”. He always thinks that he has something to do now

By the way, he still owes Yin hanruo an explanation.

On the way back, Yin hanruo never mentioned the news again. Maybe she could understand it. But even so, she must feel a little uncomfortable in her heart?

Liu Yanbo finally remembered this, so he had to break away from the warm embrace of the big bed and drag his protesting body to the door.

Opening the door, Yin hanruo is just standing at the door, holding up his hands to knock on the door.

Is this the legendary heart with a soul?

Liu Yanbo patted his head in a daze but still in a daze. He quickly asked, ”what's the matter?”

Yin Han put down his hand, a little embarrassed and said, ”I'm hungry.”

Liu Yanbo thought she had come here to explain, but she had come to make trouble. She could not help laughing and said, ”what would you like to eat, noodles? Or frozen dumplings

”Noodles.” Yin hanruo doesn't think about cableway.

”Wait.” Liu Yanbo thought for a moment and added, ”don't fall asleep this time.”

”I see.” Yin hanruo nodded his head again and again, with a face of mental urge: ”you go, I'm starving to death.”

Liu Yanbo is very good at cooking, regardless of cooking, frying, frying and stewing

He can do everything. Even a noodle can make different patterns according to the time and people.

In a word, this product can be regarded as half a good man, and can be used in the kitchen. As for going to the hall -

well, for a man who is not motivated, he can't ask too much.

About 20 minutes later, Liu Yanbo came to Yin hanruo's room with a bowl of noodles.

the noodles are clean and refreshing. The light brown soup is clear, and there are large and small golden oil flowers and green chopped green onion flowers floating on the soup. After smelling the fragrance, Yin Hanru moved, picked up his chopsticks and stirred it a few times, then he could not wait to have a little taste of it -

the soup is clear and delicious, light and refreshing.

”Yummy. I didn't expect you would make such a delicious noodle.” Yin hanruo couldn't help praising.

Liu Yanbo sat down on the floor and said with a light smile, ”when I was a child, my mother taught me to do it, but at that time, we didn't know that it had such a nice name. At that time, my mother did this because her family was poor and couldn't afford to buy meat for watering.”

Speaking of this, he remembered the small mountain village in his memory --

in that remote Qinghe Village, it was not easy for his parents to drag themselves to such a big age -

Liu Yanbo, you are really an unfilial son!

Liu Yanbo laughed bitterly and shook his head. In order to avoid falling into the memory again, he quickly changed the topic and said: ”hanruo, what was said in the news is not true. Han Shuilan is actually my teacher. She lost her son a few days ago, so I helped to find it back. That picture was taken secretly when we came out of the airport together.”

Yin hanruo looked at him and nodded: ”I believe you.”

Does she really believe it?

Of course!