The Movie Queen’s Charming Little Wife: Feigning Amnesia Online - Chapter 49

Chapter 49

Snow began to fall outside. This time the flakes were smaller, quickly spreading into a soft, continuous white blanket.

When it snows, the world feels silent and still. The leaden sky and the white ground interweave into a picture of profound tranquility.

Inside, the heating was on. The black, white, and gray appliances in the kitchen complemented the snowy scenery outside.

Lin Mo glanced at the snow outside the window, then lowered her head to trim the fat and impurities from the chicken before rinsing it under the tap.

A whole, young, tender chicken would make a very fragrant soup, and winter was the perfect time for it. After cleaning the chicken, Lin Mo put it in a pot to boil over high heat, skimming off the foam and grease before adding simple slices of ginger, scallion knots, and grass fruit.

After simmering for a short while, she transferred the whole chicken into a clay pot, pouring the broth in with it to simmer slowly over a low flame.

“This needs to stew for over an hour. I’ll make a few more dishes in the meantime.”

Lin Mo seemed to be explaining to the person at the door, or perhaps she was just talking to herself. She turned to grab the vegetables and began chopping them on the cutting board.

Xue Luhe’s voice drifted over again:

“Be careful. Don’t cut your hand.”

Lin Mo nodded, her knife movements slowing down even more. It took her quite a while just to finish chopping one head of broccoli and placing it on a plate.

By the time Lin Mo had prepared the ingredients for three dishes, the chicken soup began to emit a faint, delicious aroma.

Xue Luhe praised:

“It smells wonderful. I didn’t realize you were this skilled.”

Lin Mo turned around with a playful smile:

“Surprised? I’ve lived through hard times too. I learned to cook back when I was working…”

She let it slip out naturally, completely forgetting that she was now the “rich young lady” Lin Mo, no longer the struggling office worker with a heart condition from her previous life. She realized mid-sentence and snapped her mouth shut.

Xue Luhe looked puzzled:

“You worked a job before? That doesn’t sound right.”

Lin Mo chuckled as she poured oil into the pan:

“Ah, that… I misspoke. I meant when I was a student, my classmates and I used kitchen appliances in the dorm. My roommates loved to cook, so I learned a bit. I just mixed up ‘school’ and ‘work’ just now, hahahaha…”

Xue Luhe’s confusion deepened:

“But during university, you rented an apartment outside from your freshman year onward. You wouldn’t have had time to live with roommates, right?”

Lin Mo nearly bit her tongue. Fortunately, the vegetables hit the pan right then with a loud sizzle. The steam rose, and the sound of oil meeting fresh greens provided an enticing distraction—and a perfect excuse for Lin Mo to change the subject.

“Well, then it must have been some friends who loved to cook… Hey, the appliances in your kitchen are really nice. Send me a link for this clay pot when you have time!”

Xue Luhe was still contemplating the idea of Lin Mo learning to cook in university. It felt like another mystery surrounding Lin Mo, but she knew now wasn’t the time to dig deeper.

She smiled and said:

“Alright, I’ll have Xu Lu send it to you.”

Lin Mo worked with both hands, gripping the pan with her left and the spatula with her right, working up a storm. She thought to herself how lucky she was not to be caught; if Xue Luhe knew she had been replaced by a different soul, Xue Luhe would surely eat her alive.

After all, the person Xue Luhe cared for was that childhood friend—the Lin Mo from the original novel—who had nothing to do with her.

An hour later, Lin Mo lifted the lid of the clay pot. The rich, fresh scent of chicken soup instantly scrambled to fill every corner of the large kitchen.

Even Xue Luhe, who had been sitting quietly at the door, couldn’t stay still. She pressed the button on her wheelchair, moved to the side of the pot to take a look, and praised sincerely:

“It smells so good!”

For some reason, Lin Mo thought of a famous internet meme and couldn’t help but tease:

“I, Xue Luhe, would rather starve to death or jump off a cliff than eat a single bite of food made by Lin Mo! …Once the food is served: ‘It’s so good!’“

Xue Luhe blinked, looking completely lost.

Lin Mo threw up her hands and laughed helplessly:

“You really are an ‘elderly’ person, aren’t you? How do you not know the famous ‘Zhen Xiang’ (True Fragrance) meme?”

Xue Luhe silently made a note of this, planning to have Xu Lu look it up later.

She reached for the ladle to help Lin Mo scoop the soup, but Lin Mo snatched it away in a panic, shouting:

“Forget it, forget it! Watch your hands! What if you get burned? Go out, wait at the dining table, I’ll be ready in a second!”

Xue Luhe backed her wheelchair away. Instead of being angry at having the item snatched, she showed a sweet smile.

If Mu Fei were here, she’d probably jump out a window in terror. In the past, the better Xue Luhe’s smile looked, the more terrifying the thing that followed would be.

But now, Xue Luhe just gave a simple smile and replied:

“Okay.”

She went back to the dining room and waited at the table as obediently as a primary school student.

Lin Mo served the soup and brought the stir-fried dishes out one by one. She scooped two bowls of rice, arranged the plates slightly, took off her apron, and sat down.

In front of them were two cups of hot milk tea, also brewed by Lin Mo. She had used black tea and fresh milk she found in the cupboard—all natural, with just a bit of chocolate added.

The steaming brown milk tea was silky and smooth, warming them from their throats to their hearts.

The table was even more inviting: the golden, clear chicken soup sat in a large white porcelain bowl, surrounded by shredded pork with garlic sauce, broccoli stir-fried with king oyster mushrooms, and a lettuce and mashed potato salad. It was colorful and appetizing.

“I just made a few random things, a bit of a fusion. Don’t be too picky!”

Lin Mo said it modestly, but she was actually quite proud. She felt the meal was excellent—truly a delight for the eyes, nose, and palate.

Does Xue Luhe’s kitchen have some kind of magic, or was it the ‘blessing’ from Chef Wang yesterday? Lin Mo felt her culinary skills had suddenly leveled up.

Xue Luhe picked up a piece of the shredded pork, put it in her mouth, and chewed slowly. Her eyes lit up:

“It’s delicious. Extremely delicious!”

Lin Mo rubbed her cheek, feeling a bit undeserving:

“There’s no need to be that dramatic. You’ve eaten all sorts of high-end food. I know my own level; a casual compliment is enough. Overdoing it makes me feel like you’re faking…”

Xue Luhe ignored her and began eating with elegant yet rapid movements, taking one bite after another.

“The salad is good too… the broccoli is very crisp, and the chicken is so fragrant! It would be even better with a satay dipping sauce!”

Lin Mo had thought Xue Luhe was just being polite, but now she was stunned.

Xue Luhe was eating so seriously that she didn’t even have time to praise the chef anymore; she was focused entirely on the food! Was it really that good?

Lin Mo tried a piece of chicken herself. While it was fresh and pleasant, it was just “ordinarily delicious”—certainly not better than the professional chef’s work yesterday.

Soon, a bit of sweat appeared on Xue Luhe’s forehead. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, and her lips looked full and beautiful.

She moved her chopsticks quickly. Lin Mo admired the beauty for a while, and when she looked down again, half the food on the table was gone.

“Is it really that serious?” Lin Mo couldn’t help but ask.

“It tastes a lot like a dish an old lady used to make for me when I was a child… I loved it. It feels very much like home.”

Xue Luhe swallowed her food and looked up at Lin Mo. There was a slight shimmer of something crystalline in her eyes.

“But this isn’t the first time you’ve eaten my cooking… this reaction is a bit much, isn’t it?” Lin Mo didn’t know what to say.

“In the past, you only made soup.”

Xue Luhe said a few words and began scooping soup for herself, then scooped a bowl for Lin Mo, making sure to put plenty of meat in Lin Mo’s bowl.

Holding the bowl full of meat and broth, Lin Mo felt for some reason like she was being “fed” by a grandmother…

The two finished the meal in high spirits. Lin Mo’s stomach was round and full; she slumped on the sofa, unable to move.

Xue Luhe took care of the cleanup. It was really just a matter of putting everything in the dishwasher. Lin Mo had wanted to do it, but Xue Luhe insisted on stopping her.

“The doctor said I should maintain moderate exercise. It’s worse if I don’t do any work.”

Xue Luhe spoke with such conviction that Lin Mo let her be.

She sat on the sofa watching a variety show on TV, laughing until she doubled over.

When Xue Luhe finished cleaning, she steered her wheelchair out of the kitchen and saw Lin Mo laughing.

Outside the window, the world was wrapped in silver—clean and pure. Inside, it was bright and warm, with the person she loved laughing freely on the sofa.

This picture was so beautiful it didn’t seem real—so beautiful it made Xue Luhe’s heart ache slightly.

She didn’t move forward. She stayed there, watching Lin Mo, gazing at her for a long time.

Lin Mo was immersed in the show, laughing like an idiot and nearly forgetting where she was. When she finally realized, she saw the owner of the house, Xue Luhe, standing there in a daze.

“Come over! This show is hilarious. Watching TV after a meal helps digestion. Come watch!”

Xue Luhe snapped out of it and moved her wheelchair over, stopping right next to the sofa.

She couldn’t get onto the sofa herself, nor was there a need to, so she just leaned against the front of the sofa next to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo’s leg brushed against Xue Luhe’s arm as she moved. She quickly pulled her leg back.

However, she felt the wheelchair move even closer, and that arm touched her leg again.

In an instant, Lin Mo felt half her body go numb. She didn’t dare move or even turn her head to look.

Her heart pounded—not with fear, but with a flavor that was hard to describe… was it actually anticipation?

After all, this is Xue Luhe’s house… what does she want by getting this close? Will she touch me? If she does, what should I do? Where is the nearest escape route?

Thousands of thoughts raced through Lin Mo’s mind. She waited for a long time, and a segment of the variety show had already passed, yet Xue Luhe remained still. She just let her bare arm press lightly against Lin Mo’s thigh through the fabric of her trousers.

Unable to contain herself, Lin Mo used the show as an excuse, pretending to slap her thigh in excitement:

“Ahhh, that guy is so handsome!”

She slapped down… right onto Xue Luhe’s arm, letting out a loud smack.

Oh no… Acting while watching a show was too much for her. She hadn’t controlled her strength. She had messed up big time!

Lin Mo stole a glance at Xue Luhe’s pale arm, feeling like she could already see the marks that would soon swell.

“Ah, I’m sorry! I got too excited and accidentally hit you! What should I do? Do you have any iodine at home?”

Lin Mo stood up to apologize, looking around frantically for medicine to apply.

Xue Luhe, however, reached out and touched the arm that had been hit:

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. I’m fine. What about you? Does your palm hurt? That was a pretty hard hit. Don’t let your hand get sore.”

Lin Mo tried to hide her hand behind her back, but she wasn’t fast enough.

Xue Luhe reached out and firmly caught her hand, cradling it in both of her own and observing it closely.

“Hmm, it really is red. Be careful when you clap next time. There’s not much meat on your hands; it hurts a lot when they get hit.”

Lin Mo felt like her palm had surely turned red because Xue Luhe was staring at it—otherwise, why was her entire face turning red at the same time?

Xue Luhe stared at Lin Mo’s hand, thought for a moment, and then suddenly lowered her head and blew a breath onto Lin Mo’s palm.

A wave of coolness, followed by a more provocative, searing heat.

Xue Luhe didn’t stop. She held Lin Mo’s hand and blew on the palm again and again.

She blew until every vein and cell in Lin Mo’s palm began to itch and throb. Her blood felt both hot and cold at once.

She couldn’t help but tighten her throat and whisper:

“That’s enough… stop blowing… it’s too ticklish, I can’t take it…”

Xue Luhe stopped blowing and looked up at Lin Mo, whose face was flushed and whose expression was strange.

She suddenly let out a soft chuckle:

“You really are… as sensitive as you used to be.”

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