Chapter 729: The Ink Boss Came Out of the Kitchen, Holding a Plate...

When it was finally time to take pictures, Ji Nuan was still wearing her clothes like a singer from the end of the world and got together with Mo Jingshen. In the end, the very old photography teacher smacked his lips beside him, and was very satisfied. The calm tone has added the "color" of the era to this studio that has been in Los Angeles for more than 100 years.

Ms. Wan Zhu kept smiling beside her until the filming was over, and then hurriedly came over and took Ji Nuan's hand to ask her if she was tired, as if she was afraid of tiring her daughter-in-law.

Then I don't know if Ms. Wan Zhu was so excited in the last two days that she couldn't keep her mouth shut, or maybe it was because of Mo Jingshen's tacit approval that she told the old man about the re-take of the wedding photos of the two of them.

So Mr. Mo took advantage of this excitement and flew from Haicheng on the other side of the ocean to Los Angeles the next day.

In the words of Mr. Mo, he has not been on a plane for at least ten years, and he has not been to the United States for seventeen or eight years. This time, it is really to find his grandson's "wife" safely and securely. Go, even risking my life, I have to come to Los Angeles to have a good reunion together, live in Los Angeles for the last month and then go back to Haicheng.

The TV in the living room in the lounge of the president's office of shine group is broadcasting news. The background behind the host is people coming and going. Thanksgiving in the West is very lively. The small smiles on the faces of those pedestrians represent a certain festive atmosphere. , seeps into the night air little by little.

The familiar sound of pots and pans colliding gently came from the spare kitchen in the rest room, and there was a good smell of food wafting out.

Ji Nuan took a breath.

Well, today is sweet and sour pork ribs.

She raised her head and glanced secretly.

There was a warm light in the crack of the door, lightly passing through the dry air, and "reflected" into her eyes.

The tall figure who had just left from a high-level meeting in this building two hours ago was carefully arranging the dishes with a spatula.

The ceiling light in the kitchen and the aroma of the food slowly intertwined in her sensory awareness, wrapping him up and gently sending it to her heart.

The faint fragrance of grass and wood on his body was stained with the smoke of the world, and she saw the back of his neck that was exposed under the broken black hair, bending a beautiful arc under the light.

This is the boss and chef Mo who does whatever she likes to eat on weekdays, because she has recently started to crave the taste of Chinese food,

He began to take the trouble to make Chinese food for her again. Although every time he said that the cooking fumes of Chinese food always made the whole room smoky, her dinner was always without a few dishes that she liked to eat.

Even for the sweet and sour pork ribs this time, she guessed that when she returned to the Mo family in Los Angeles two days ago, Ms. Wan Zhu made a plate of pork ribs, but Ji Nuan was too embarrassed to eat it in front of Mo Shaoze. After taking two pieces, I only ate the food in front of me.

It was precisely because she clearly wanted to eat but was too embarrassed to eat it. She didn't mention it, but Mo Jingshen clearly saw it.

Thoughts are still wandering in the sky, he has come out of the kitchen, holding a plate, in her eyes, is more attractive than the steaming sweet and sour pork ribs.

"What are you looking at?" He freed one hand and patted the head that she got up and approached: "Wash your hands."

There was a faint scent on his hand, with the temperature she was familiar with, as if just in such an ordinary office lounge that could no longer be ordinary, he could block out all the disturbances in the world, the festivals of Westerners that permeated outside The atmosphere around him also turned into a warm and ordinary day that could no longer be ordinary, calm but continuous.

...

After eating.

"Come back to Mo's house with me at night, there are people at home." Mo Jingshen said suddenly when Ji Nuan put the last spare ribs in his mouth.

Ji Nuan coughed abruptly and spat out the ribs before she almost gnawed them clean. She gave him a surprised look: Didn't Grandpa Mo come? Who else? "

"Grandpa hasn't been to the United States for nearly 20 years. It's a rare visit. When friends and family heard the news, they would naturally come over to see him." In front of her, he used his eyes to scold her for being useless.

"But their old friends are reunited, and they need us to go too?" Ji Nuan said, carefully pushing the glass containing the warm cow's milk to the side, trying to push it further before he noticed.

She ate a lot just now, and now she can't squeeze any space in her stomach to hold cow "milk".

"Who said that you will have to eat two bowls of rice, two bowls of vegetables, and two cups of cow's milk every meal? You can't eat just after reaching half of your goal?" He noticed her little gesture: "Isn't it still there? Do you despise yourself for being thin?"

"..."

Ji Nuan glanced at the cow "milk" that was pushed farther away.

She ate a bowl and a half of rice and a whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs this evening. Mo Jingshen barely ate it, and let her eat it all by herself. How could she have such a big stomach?

However, this cow "milk" was warmed by Boss Mo's kindness and kindness, so Ji Nuan had to bring it back, pretending not to notice the faint trace of satisfaction and a smile on the corner of his mouth, and drank most of the cow "milk".

...

The so-called reunion of old friends of Mr. Mo was really different from the reunion that Ji Nuan thought.

She thought it would be like what she saw on TV, a group of elderly people in their 70s and 80s standing together and feeling the rush of life, or because they didn't know if they could see each other next time after this meeting.

Yet it is...

A group of old men sat together drinking tea and chatting, all smiling, Ji Nuan felt like a spring breeze.

But she really has no interest in the mahjong table of these old men.

It can even be said that some do not understand the brain circuits of these old men.

They have only seen each other in the past 20 years, and the way of entertainment after dinner is not to sit together and cry and sing the past, but to play mahjong.

And this mahjong also made two tables.

It was as if at the other table, Mr. Mo and his daughter-in-law, Ms. Wan Zhu, were playing mahjong with the other two grandfathers, while this table was accompanied by Mo Shaoze and Mo Jingshen.

Ji Nuan watched Mo Jingshen take off his coat, and was wearing a fine-fitting fine imitation "hairy" white "colored" "wool" shirt, with a gray "colored" shirt collar "exposed" at the V-shaped neckline. He loosened his neckline, shifted his gaze from the mahjong tiles to Ji Nuan, who was eager to find something to do, and motioned her to sit beside him with his eyes.

With so many people, how could she be so embarrassed to sit so close to him? Just now, these old men made fun of them as a young couple.

When Mo Jingshen faced the group of friends that Grandpa Mo used to have a good relationship with, he smiled gracefully and lightly throughout the whole process, calmly without any feeling of being ridiculed at all. On the contrary, Ji Nuan, who had seen many big scenes, couldn't help but be at him. His face flushed again and again. The warm wind is not as deep as your love