Gong Nanling didn't struggle, his expression was a little cowardly.

"Gu Mengmeng, it's really fine. ”

"Shut up. ”

Gu Mengmeng took his hand and saw that he had cut a long cut on the thumb of his right hand, and bright red blood was still coming out.

The eldest young master who has been pampered for so many years, how can he cook any dishes?

[This dead left-hander?!!! ]

Gu Mengmeng took a closer look at Gong Nanling's wound, and scolded him angrily in her heart.

I opened the medicine box and took out the medical iodine wine.

"Yo ......"

The iodine wine touched the wound, and there was a tingling pain, Gong Nanling couldn't help frowning, and the injured hand subconsciously retracted.

"Don't move. ”

Gu Mengmeng raised her eyebrows, glanced at him fiercely, and ordered coldly.

"Oh. ”

Gong Nanling pursed her lips, smiled very lightly, and obediently stopped moving.

The heart is warm.

Her hand touched his skin, and his body became hotter and hotter, like the heat rising in a pot, and a thin layer of sweat was faintly dripping from his back.

After cleaning the wound, Gu Mengmeng sprinkled some anti-inflammatory powder on it, and then took a wider band-aid to bandage the wound.

Done.

Seeing that Gong Nanling was still standing there motionless, he ordered in a dumb voice.

"Get out. ”

"I'm not done yet?"

Gong Nanling lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the finishing table. On the cutting board, less than a third of the chicken breast was cut.

"You still want to cut your whole hand?"

Gu Mengmeng replied to him angrily, and her red and swollen eyes were covered with a layer of shallow anger.

"No, I'm just a little unskilled just now, so ......"

"Get out. ”

Gu Mengmeng was very angry, raised her head, and said coldly.

"Then I won't cook, how about I make you noodles? You see this soup is almost ready...... Hey, you're ......."

Gu Mengmeng saw that he didn't listen to persuasion and insisted on staying in the kitchen. simply ignored him, turned around and walked out with the medicine box twisted.

Gong Nanling looked at her stubborn back and pursed her lips. The warm current that surged up unconsciously in his heart tightly wrapped around his heart.

I looked down and saw the blood on the ground. I quickly took a mop and wiped the ground clean, and then started to cook the noodles.

Gu Mengmeng returned to the living room, her heart fluctuating slightly.

This Gong Nanling, where can he cook? Why do you have to do this?

She wasn't hungry.

And there is no appetite.

It's been two days since my mother died, and she still can't accept it.

couldn't accept that from then on, she was the only one left in the world.

Now she can understand very well Ge Anlin's sad feeling of losing his relatives and being so sad that she was autistic 12 years ago.

But at that time, she still had her uncle and 'father'.

And she no longer has any relatives.

's mother is the daughter of the Gu family, but the two don't get along. Except for Gu Nian, her 'grandfather' and 'uncle' didn't go to see her mother for the last time.

Although she didn't want to admit her relatives to the Gu family at all, they were so cold-blooded and ruthless, which completely broke her heart.

All she had to think about was that from now on, a person would be a family. I can't help but feel a little sad and lonely in my heart.

Gu Yunxiao cooked two bowls of noodles, then made soup with the boiled nutritious soup, and sprinkled a little chopped green onion.

Both in appearance and taste, it is several times stronger than yesterday's tomato egg noodles.

He took a bowl and walked up to Gu Mengmeng, raised his eyebrows arrogantly, and said with a smile.

"Hurry up and try the latest noodle soup developed by the young master Gong, it tastes amazing. ”

Gu Mengmeng pursed her lips and looked at him with a frown, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

"Don't believe me?"

Gong Nanling sat down beside her, his rebellious brows furrowed, and a faint frustration appeared on his face.

His big palm held the porcelain bowl, and the insulated porcelain bowl was still slightly hot.

Gu Mengmeng still didn't say anything, just gave him a look and let him understand it.

"What kind of expression do you have?" Gong Nanling was a little injured, gritted his teeth, and raised his eyebrows. "Don't believe you'll taste it?"

After speaking, he handed the porcelain bowl to Gu Mengmeng. The swirling heat clouded Gu Mengmeng's red and swollen eyes, and her heart lake rippled slightly.

Turn your head and look to the other side.

"Uh...... Gu Mengmeng, what do you mean? It's really good......"

Gong Nanling got up and sat on the other side of Gu Mengmeng, her good-looking peach blossom eyes staring at her for a moment.

This dead girl hasn't eaten for two days. No matter what trick she uses today, she has to be forced to eat it.

Gu Mengmeng was just about to speak, he picked two noodles and handed them to her mouth.

"Yes, I know, you want me to feed you personally before you can give an evaluation. Then the eldest young master of my palace will reluctantly make it difficult and feed you personally, right?!"

Gong Nanling's eyebrows raised a playful smile.

"Who wants you to feed it?"

Two blushes smeared on Gu Mengmeng's cheeks, glanced at him, and said angrily.

"Don't want me to feed it, then you eat it yourself?"

Gong Nanling's rebellious eyebrows frowned, and the smile in the peach blossom eyes was obvious.

"You ......"

Inexplicably surrounded by him, Gu Mengmeng was a little speechless.

Gong Nanling pursed her lips, raised her eyebrows, and handed the porcelain bowl in her hand in front of her again.