The maple leaves are as red as they were in the past.

The taste of milk instant noodles is just like the old days, with a light fragrance of milk and the unique chewiness of instant noodles. The spiciness of pepper powder and the sweetness of milk blend together, not only without any stimulation to the taste buds, but also creating a unique texture.

Ke Huan Chu suddenly felt that the noodles were not as delicious as he had imagined.

It's not that Lin Maomao didn't do a good job, or that he suddenly wasn't hungry anymore, but the absent-minded way the person sitting next to him was eating instant noodles was just... It's really teasing.

Yes, it's too teasing.

The originally bright lips were stimulated to become even more fiery red by the chili powder, as if they were wearing lipstick. The cheeks also turned rosy, with delicate beads of sweat occasionally sliding down the fair skin. The lilac-like tongue always extends out, licking lightly on the lips, consciously or unconsciously.

In Huan Chu's mind, a miniature version of Huan Chu with a silly halo on his head and a pair of wings on his back, and a miniature version of Huan Chu with horns on his head and flesh wings on his back engaged in a fierce and brutal battle - well, a war of words.

The birdman Huan Chu said, "Huan Chu, oh Huan Chu, you are truly a beast, you are simply an animal!" Are you even targeting your own sister? Bro, I really despise you. Do you still have the face to face your parents? Do you have the face to face Chen Wenwen? "

Changjiao Huan Chu said: "Huan Chu, oh Huan Chu, rise up!" Anyway, since you're not close relatives, the law will allow you to get married! Let's go! Bro, I support you! Moreover, didn't your parents bring her home just to raise a daughter-in-law?! "

Hmm, the birdman Huan Chu has been swearing non-stop, making Huan Chu dizzy and unable to focus, and he didn't even have the mind to sneak a peek at Lin Mao Mao.

"Brother Huan, have you and your sister-in-law not... done that yet?" Lin Maomao suddenly lifted his head from the instant noodles, looking at Huan Chu with curiosity as he picked out the noodles one by one.

Huan Chu was hesitating and did not react for a moment: "That one?" Which one is that? "

Oh no, oh no! That's it! Lin Mao's cheeks became even rosier.

Which one? Huan Chu immediately understood and his face turned cold: "It's none of your business." "

Hmph! Scrooge! Lin Maomao made a face at Huan Chu, remained silent for a moment, and then her expression suddenly became strange: "I say, Brother Huan, are you still a virgin?" "

Are you kidding? How can a handsome and charming guy like me still be a virgin? Huan Chu launched a counterattack: "However, judging from your appearance, you must be a virgin!" "

Lin Maomao originally looked at Huan Chu with a hint of disdain in his eyes, but was caught off guard by his cousin's unexpected move, causing his face to fall in disbelief: "How did you know?" "

Experience! The playful banter of the absent-minded person just now completely swept away the whimsical thoughts in Huan Chu's mind. Huan Chu felt very hungry and immediately began his battle with instant noodles.

Lin Maomao obviously didn't believe Huan Chu: "Hmph!" Scammer! "

Huan Chu picked up a mushroom from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing loudly. With his mouth full, he mumbled, "Little...head...improve...cooking skills!" "

Even if Huan Chu's parents came, they probably wouldn't understand what their son was saying, but Lin Maomao, who has always been confused, understood.

Huan Chu said, "The little girl's cooking skills are not bad, she is making progress."

She has been living with Huan Chu for several years, and her understanding of this cousin is absolutely unparalleled. She even knows Huan Chu's childhood fear of ghosts like the back of her hand, but such trivial matters naturally do not faze her.

Of course! My uncle and aunt are too busy to take care of me. How can I survive without learning some cooking skills? Cooking like this, naturally becomes superb. "

Huan Chu completely ignored Lin Maomao's triumphant expression, his sharp ears catching the words "Uncle and Auntie don't have time to care about me" deeply imprinted in his mind. Talking about it so casually, but in fact, besides Lin Maomao, who knows what kind of days Little Muddle spent in her biological uncle's house.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, it is the time when girls love to dress up the most. When Ke Huan Chu saw Lin Mao Mao, she was wearing a washed-out school uniform and a pair of worn-out sneakers. Regardless of whether it is a school dress code requirement, any parent who can afford it would probably be reluctant to spend money on buying a few more school uniforms for their children.

According to Huan Chu, Lin Maomao's biological uncle is also a small boss of a Volkswagen 4S store, and he is not lacking in money at all. But he still treats Xiao Mihu like this, which is really unacceptable.

Huanchu couldn't help feeling a little guilty. Lin Maomao used to come to his house during the holidays. It was impossible to say that he wasn't annoying at all, and he didn't treat the little confused girl well either. But I never thought about why Lin Maomao couldn't wait to come over every time he had a holiday.

Now it's meaningless to talk about the past. Huan Chu put down his chopsticks, gently rubbed Lin Mao's head, and said, "Let's live together with brother, dad, and mom in the future. Brother won't let anyone bully you again." "

Lin Maomao enjoys the action of Huan Chu rubbing her head. Since the first time she separated from her cousin, she has never enjoyed this treatment that used to belong only to herself. She didn't care about her messy hair being tousled, squinted her eyes and said, "It's you who loves to bully me the most!" "

Huan Chu chuckled and fell silent, pondering carefully, realizing that what Xiao Mihu said seemed to be true. He could only smile awkwardly and withdrew his hand, continuing to eat heartily.

"By the way, Huan ge, do you remember?" Lin Maomao suddenly had a malicious smile on his face.

Huan Chu felt a bit creepy by her smile, and asked softly, "Remember..." What? "

Lin Maomao smiled even more brightly and said with a sneer, "When I was taken to my uncle's place, you promised me with your hand on your chest." "

Huan Chu became even more vigilant and decided to stick to his decision of not admitting to anything Lin Mao Mao said: 'What guarantee?' "

Lin Maomao pouted and hummed, "You said at that time, let me stay at my uncle's house for two years with peace of mind, and when you grow up, you will come to marry me!" A big man who doesn't even remember the promises he made! No shame! "

Phew! Huan Chu immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He had made this kind of promise at least eight times out of ten since he was a child, so he didn't take it to heart at all.

With a twinkle in his eye, Huan Chu smirked at Lin Mao's cunning look.

The way of heaven revolves, retribution is not to be offended.

Now it was Lin Maomao's turn to feel a chill down her spine. She huddled in her chair like a hedgehog, looking warily at Huan Chu and asking, "What do you want to do?" "

"Hey," Huan Chu smirked, "That offer still stands, if you're interested, bro, I won't refuse a hug from the left or the right." "

Please don't come any closer! Lin Maomao saw Huan Chu getting closer and closer to her, so scared that she curled up into a ball, almost wanting to tuck her head back into her stomach: "I, I, I, I..." I will tell my sister-in-law! "

Tsk! Are you serious? I was just joking. With your small build, I'm not even interested. Huan Chu ignored the absent-minded person, quickly finished the instant noodles in the bowl, then enjoyed a glass of warm milk soup, wiped his mouth clean, and patted his belly - full.

Huan Chu rubbed Lin Maomao's head, who was still struggling with instant noodles, and said, "I'm full, so I'll leave first. You can take your time to finish your meal." "

Lin Maomao waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go!" Let's go quickly! The further you go, the better! "

Huan Chu was taken aback, not sure why Xiaomihu suddenly went crazy. However, looking out the window, a few rays of sunlight had stubbornly penetrated through the thick curtains and illuminated the kitchen, which was dim just a moment ago.

I suppose everyone is awake by now. Huan Chu stood up, patted his slightly wrinkled casual pants where he had been sitting, greeted Lin Mao Mao, checked his gun again, and then walked out of the kitchen towards the meeting room.

Huan Chu, of course, did not notice that behind him, a few crystal tears rolled down the corner of the eyes and fell into the thick instant noodles, instantly melting in the boiling soup. Lin Maomao didn't care at all. She picked up the soup and took a sip in the direction where tears had just fallen.

Salty... Seems like too much salt was added?

Listening to the footsteps getting farther and farther away, Lin Maomao felt that she could no longer control herself. She pushed the bowl away, tears streaming down her eyes, dropping on the ground and shattering on the tables and chairs.

Just like her heart that had long thought it was strong.

She still remembers that when she left, it was the tail end of autumn. The handsome boy, as seen in her eyes, plucked a fiery red maple leaf from the tree, held it in his hand, gave himself a carefree smile, rubbed his head, and said in his clear voice, "Mao Mao, when I grow up, I will marry you at your uncle's house!" "

She still remembers that when she was surrounded by those bad guys and thought her fragile life was about to come to an end, the man who appeared so powerful in her eyes showed up in front of her again, asking her to stand aside, talking and laughing, exuding arrogance. The loud shout of "Mao Mao" made her feel as if a rainbow had pierced through her dark life, bringing brightness back to her fog-covered eyes.

She felt no jealousy towards Chen Wenwen, only deep admiration in her heart. She envied the woman she called sister-in-law, who could act coquettishly in Huan Chu's arms without restraint, who could live and die with him, and who could provide him with the strongest support in his difficult times.

She couldn't do it. The only thing she could do was to remember in her heart that Brother Huan didn't eat yesterday, and sneak into the kitchen early in the morning to cook a pot of milk instant noodles, hoping to have a chance to be alone with him.

The girl took out a specimen of a maple leaf from her close-fitting pocket, tears streaming down her face.

The maple leaves are as red as they were in the past.

Outside the window, a winter's chill reigns.