Then I walked to the kitchen to get the spoon, oh my God, it was empty. Forget if there is nothing else, there are not even bowls, chopsticks, spoons or anything. If it weren't for the cabinets, range hoods, liquefied gas stoves and other electrical appliances, I wouldn't have believed it was a kitchen.

Wen Yimo explained: "I just moved here not long ago, and I eat three meals a day outside."

Rich people are different, every day in the world!

I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him smugly, "No spoon, you can drink it yourself." ”

Wen Yimo replied shamelessly: "I don't mind if you feed me with your mouth."

I squinted unceremoniously, "If the eyes can [kill] people, I don't mind taking advantage of your serious illness to kill you directly." ”

"You're going to murder your future husband?"

I gave him another look, and as soon as he said another word, I would kill him.

Wen Yizhi stopped talking and concentrated on drinking soup. I wasn't idle, and hurriedly cleaned up his messy room.

As soon as he stopped, Young Master Wen looked very enjoyable, spread his arms, posed in a "big font" on the sofa, turned his head and ordered, "Chenxi, I want to drink porridge."

I was glad to see a restaurant downstairs when I came, and I had a rare good temper: "I'll buy it."

But I underestimated the other party's shameless Cheng Dù, Wen Yimo is the kind of person who opens a dyeing room with a little color, and he said as a matter of course: "I want to drink what you made."

"Okay, I'll do it!" I thought in my heart that when he got better, I would let him pay it back.

I went to the nearby supermarket and bought some dishes and chopsticks, rice, pork and condiments, and went back to the apartment to make porridge.

Just as I was serving the porridge, someone behind me suddenly said, "It's different to have a woman in the family." Listening to the voice, I was quite emotional.

I immediately dissociated myself from him, "Don't talk nonsense! He glared at him angrily, brought him the porridge, and sat down opposite him and drank the porridge.

Wen Yimo asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say you had breakfast at home?"

I justified myself: "I have digested everything I just eat."

It is a matter of course, who made me a foodie and an appetizer, and the digestive system is faster than the average person.

Wen Yimo smiled on his forehead: "Then you eat more."

I didn't answer, I just thought it was weird, but I couldn't put it into words.

In the next few days, after work at noon and in the afternoon, he consciously bought vegetables and went to the apartment to cook for Wen Yimo and take care of him.

"Mom, the chicken soup you made is so delicious." I sat down at the table and tasted the delicious chicken soup, flatteringly.

This trick obviously worked very well for my mother, and she listened happily: "If it's good, drink more."

I suddenly remembered Wen Yimo's sick appearance, sighed, let's drink less, let's serve him a bowl of chicken soup today. "Mom, use a thermos box to hold a bowl of chicken soup."

The old mother immediately ran out with a soup spoon, and was so excited that she thanked God and earth: "Oh, girl! Finally, I have learned to use food to grab a man's stomach! ”

The chicken soup in my mouth almost squirted out, and I coughed and blushed and said, "Mom, you calm down, calm down, my friend is sick, I just care."

"What friend? Boyfriend? No wonder you've been out lately. Mom raised her eyebrows lightly, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she turned into Sherlock Holmes in seconds.

I was dumbfounded, what's with what?

Isn't that much of your imagination?

My face was full of black lines, and Wen Yimo's under-pumping expression seemed to appear in front of me, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching. "I don't have anything to do with him."

My mother deliberately leaned in and asked me in disbelief, "Really?"

Blinking his big innocent eyes, he asked, "Don't you believe me?"

She still didn't give up and instructed: "Go back and bring it to your mother."

"Mom, go serve the soup." Diverting the topic, he pushed his mother into the kitchen.

Mom snickered, "I'm still shy." ”

I shook my head helplessly, since graduating, my marriage has been the top priority in my family.

When my mother met her sisters, the first thing she said was, "How old is your son?" Married? "If the other person says, no. She immediately "sold" me: "What do you think of my morning?" If I answer that I am married, I will ask everyone to introduce me to a suitable one. If you are not married, arrange a blind date immediately and meet the two parties.

So every time I meet them on the street, I will ask me, "Dawn, are you married?" My face was dry, and my mother made me look like I hated to marry and couldn't get married.

I was also forced to go on a blind date a few times, and once the other party turned out to be my playmate in the game, and we talked about the game very happily. My mother was so happy that she asked every day how far she had come, thinking that the two of us had a play. In the end, I realized that he and I had been calling each other brothers behind our backs, and it didn't mean that at all.

Alas, it's not easy to think about these old mothers, as long as she's happy, I'm used to it anyway.

In a daze, my mother stuffed the thermos box into my arms and urged, "Go quickly."

I answered the door and changed my shoes: "Well, then I'll go." You don't have to wait for me to eat, I eat at a friend's house. ”

After taking care of Wen Yimo for three days in a row, his illness is almost better, and today is the last day.

I made a few random dishes, and when he heard that the chicken soup was made by my mother, he praised it again and again: "Wow, this soup made by my aunt is so delicious!" With an exaggerated expression, it's a pity not to be an actor.

Maybe I won a "Golden Horse Award". Immediately, Wen Yimo seemed to think of something, and sighed: "I won't be able to eat the food you cooked from tomorrow."

Yes, from tomorrow onwards, I don't have to cook for you, the peasants turn over and sing, I want to squeeze you, a big capitalist!

Looking at my silly expression, Wen Yimo's face fell: "So happy?"

I turned my head and ignored him.

"Today's fish tastes good, why don't you eat it and just eat vegetables?"

I pretended to cough dryly, "I ...... Don't like to eat fish. ”

Wen Yi smiled indifferently, "Didn't Wang Yuan tell me that you like to eat fish the most?" On the contrary, it is rare to eat greens. ”

Embarrassment, do you want me to say that I chose to eat vegetables instead of fish because I was too lazy to pick thorns?

For a thin-skinned person like me, I'm really embarrassed to say it.

I knocked down his rice bowl with my chopsticks, "Eat your meal." ”

Wen Yi was indifferent, looking like a proud little daughter-in-law, "You don't say I won't eat." ”

"Don't eat and pull down." I say it unceremoniously.

He was really energetic, he really puffed out his mouth and got up with a bang, twisted his face and left.

"Oops, come back." I stopped him, and it took me a long time before I told the truth: "I'm lazy, I love fish and I don't want to pick thorns."