Shen Yue scooped up a spoonful of soup and sent it to his mouth. The mutton soup was rich in flavor and not at all fat. After the warm soup rolled on the tip of the tongue, it slid down the throat and into the stomach, and the warm feeling swept over in an instant. whole body.
Picking up a piece of lamb chops, the lamb was hung tremblingly on the bone, and it was peeled off with a light bite. The lamb was soft and smooth, with a trace of fascia, very elastic.
Picking a piece of white radish, it melts in the mouth, and the taste of mutton is neutralized with each other. It is a perfect match. When you come to such a bowl of radish and mutton soup in autumn and winter, the whole person seems to be sublimated.
After Shen Yue finished drinking, he felt a feeling of heat and itching in the place where his leg was injured.
After being "poisoned" by Shen's mother's medicinal soup for several days, Shen Yue finally felt his tongue come alive.
"Drink it," Tang Qiaoqiao said with a contented face and smiled, "Is it rekindling the love for soup?"
Tang Qiaoqiao also held a grilled lamb chop in his hand. In the hospital, he not only had to drink Shen's mother's Shiquan Dabutang, but under her supervision, he also had to eat a light meal, not letting any meat or fishy touch, and his mouth would almost fade out. The bird comes.
So Tang Qiaoqiao boiled half of the lamb chops in soup and half grilled.
The lamb chops with distinct roots are coated with Tang Qiaoqiao's homemade spicy barbecue sauce, and after being grilled at high temperature, they turn into a greasy maroon.
The lamb chops were marinated in advance with cumin, pepper, onion, etc. The outer layer of the grilled lamb chops showed a crispy texture, and then chewed hard. The delicious juice immediately exploded in the mouth, and the meat was soft and fat. Not greasy, full of fragrance.
"Hurry up and eat, and your mother will come over later, if she finds out that we both ate the grilled lamb chops, it will be miserable." Tang Qiaoqiao said vaguely with lamb in his mouth.
Shen Yue nodded sadly thinking about it, and didn't pay attention to it. He started directly, holding the lamb chops in a very impersonal way and started gnawing.
The two of them were eating in their own homes, and they were like thieves. After eating, they quickly wiped out the evidence, for fear that Shen's mother would see a little bit of clues.
Few people could bear the old lady's chattering.
Sure enough, not long after the two of them went home, Mother Shen also moved her belongings to the villa, saying that she was worried about the two wounded and wanted to take care of them.
When Mother Shen came, Tang Qiaoqiao had to live in Shen Yue's room again.
Once he was born and then cooked again, Tang Qiaoqiao stopped tossing this time, and directly slept with Shen Yue in the same bed.
Now one injured his leg, one injured his arm, and the two wounded were lying on the bed in a daze, and the atmosphere couldn't happen at all.
But when Tang Qiaoqiao found out that she woke up in Shen Yue's arms the next morning, her little heart thumped and thumped.
The two of them were facing each other, his arms were very naturally placed on her waist, and her eyes were directed directly at his angular chin, with a little green scum on the chin, which is upwards. He has thin lips, his lips are very beautiful, his upper lip is a perfect M, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned.
I don't know why such beautiful lips are always so angry when I talk.
Tang Qiaoqiao looked fascinated, stretched out her index finger to trace his lips, and then her index finger came to his three-dimensional bridge of nose and deep eyes...
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