"Eat." The man said indifferently, and then took the lead in eating, never looking at Ye Fusang from beginning to end.

Ye Fusang held the chopsticks, he really couldn't start, and he laughed embarrassedly twice, "That, what's your name?" Ye Fusang originally wanted to ask why he always wore a mask, but this man looked cold and didn't seem to like to talk to people, so he didn't ask, but when the two got along, she at least wanted to know the man's name.

Hearing this, the man's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, "Shang Mo." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Ye Fusang again, and saw that he was always holding the chopsticks in his hand, but he didn't make a mistake, and a touch of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, although her clothes were tattered, they were good materials, I'm afraid, which family is it, although she has amnesia, she still can't eat this kind of food, at the moment, she doesn't care about Ye Fusang, and eats quickly, as if she didn't notice the inappropriateness of the meal at all.

Ye Fusang saw Shang Mo pick up a small rain full of fish scales and put it in his mouth without hesitation, but the next moment he coughed violently, even so, he still looked noble and cold, and he didn't show any embarrassment, although his face was already red.

"What's wrong? Can someone of this size choke? Seeing him like this, Ye Fusang hurriedly got up and patted his back gently, and hurriedly and thoughtfully handed over the tea with one hand.

Shang Mo turned the tea in Ye Fusang's hand and drank it up, and gradually stopped coughing under her gentle patting.

Seeing that he was well, Ye Fusang returned to sit on the stool, and looked at Shang Mo with a slightly reproachful tone, "Such a big person, it's not delicious to eat, have you always eaten these, you see, this fish has not been cleaned, why do you eat it, and this meat, it is obviously undercooked." ”

As for what kind of dish it was, Ye Fusang didn't know, and at the moment, he didn't comment on it.

Hearing this, Shang Mo put down the chopsticks in his hand very calmly, looked at Ye Fusang indifferently, and pointed to the medicine in front of her, "After drinking the medicine, go to bed and lie down." After speaking, he got up and walked out without hesitation, and stopped slightly when he walked to the door, "I've always eaten like this, and if the girl doesn't like it, she will be hungry." ”

Hearing this, Ye Fusang was not annoyed, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, he raised his head, and drank the bowl of medicine in front of him.

After drinking the medicine, Ye Fusang felt a burst of lightness in his body, and there was a faint air flow surging in the dantian, and when he walked out of the house, Ye Fusang felt a burst of medicinal fragrance coming, and it was full of all kinds of medicinal materials, it seems that this man is very fond of medical skills. 、

Ye Fusang looked at the bamboo houses between them, searched for a while, and finally found the location of the kitchen, rummaged through the kitchen, Ye Fusang couldn't find any other spices except for a jar of salt that had been salted into lumps and a few dry chili peppers.

There is still half of a chicken on it that has not been cleaned much, it should be that he has not cooked the meat tonight, Ye Fusang cleaned the chicken with a light and familiar way, and then smeared it on the chicken with the few spices he found, and then put it in the pot and simmered.

Then, rummaging around the front and back of the house, I found a wooden barrel and a bag of rice for her in a small room that looked like a miscellaneous house at the back of the house.

Ye Fusang grabbed a handful of rice and put it in the pot, washed it back and forth many times, washed the rice bran and peculiar smell, then added boiling water, put it on the stove, and slowly boiled it over low heat.

After a while, there was a burst of fragrance, Ye Fusang happily scooped up a little chicken soup with a spoon and drank it, it tasted good, remembering that the arrogant man didn't eat much tonight, Ye Fusang put the chicken in a bowl, and then served two bowls of rice and walked towards Shang Mo's room.

There is only Shang Mo here, and it is night, the lights in that room are on, and Shang Mo is naturally inside.

"Squeak-"

Ye Fusang gently pushed the door open with his foot, and saw the man sitting with his back to the door, looking intently at the book in his hand, as if he didn't notice her arrival. Ye Fusang chuckled lightly and walked over.

"Shang Mo, let's eat."

Hearing this, Shang Mo's body trembled slightly, her tone was skillful and ordinary, as if she had changed it thousands of times, not at all like the first time she called him, it sounded so heartwarming, how long has it been, how long has it been since no one called him like this.

"Come on, try something." Shang Mo was still immersed in Ye Fusang's "Shang Mo", and he saw that there was suddenly a bowl of fragrant rice in front of him, as well as the meat that looked delicious.

Shang Mo raised his eyes, looked directly at Ye Fusang lightly, and saw that her originally fair face was stained with a little black, which looked very funny, with a simple smile on the corner of her mouth, she was looking at herself expectantly, he had never liked to contact people, and the ghost made a god, raised his hand to take the food in Ye Fusang's hand, and lowered his head to eat.

The entrance is full of fragrance, which is completely different from the taste he has eaten in the past few years, Shang Mo glanced at Ye Fusang again, the woman is far from the kitchen, she is a woman who can cook, and she makes it so delicious.

Seeing Shang Mo eating elegantly, Ye Fusang approached him slightly, "Is it delicious, Shang Mo?" ”

The warm breath sprayed on Shang Mo's cheeks defenselessly, his heart jumped suddenly, his hand shook suddenly, and the bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground, Ye Fusang saw this, and hurriedly went to pick it up, but he accidentally held Shang Mo's hand, and the bowl was held firmly in the palm of Shang Mo's hand.

For a while, as if time had stood still, Ye Fusang felt the hand in his hand, and a touch of distress flashed in his eyes, this man, he can't take care of himself, this hand is cold, it must be cold, Ye Fusang didn't know why he knew that this was a symptom of cold from the man's hand, but it felt like this.

Shang Mo, on the other hand, forgot to withdraw the hand that was held by Ye Fusang, her hand was very warm, as if it could warm into his heart, but if one day she saw her true face, she would stay away from herself like everyone else, right?

Thinking about it, Shang Mo once again regained his previous noble and cold appearance, coldly withdrew his hand, and looked away a little uncomfortably, "Girl, eat too." ”

"Oh, good!" Ye Fusang grinned lightly, she was already beautiful, and when she smiled like this, she couldn't take her eyes off it, and she noticed that she had some inexplicable feelings, Shang Mo frowned, turned his body slightly, and didn't look at Ye Fusang's smile intentionally or unintentionally, because that smile would always inadvertently affect his heart that had been quiet for many years.

For a while, the two of them returned to the original quiet, they were eating quietly, and after a while, Shang Mo put down the bowl with some unsatisfied desires, Ye Fusang smiled slightly when he saw it, "You can't eat too much at night now, I'll make it for you tomorrow." ”

Tomorrow? Shang Mo nodded, and began to silently recite this word in his heart, and he began to look forward to it.

After eating, Ye Fusang was diligent in his hands and said, "You rest early." He walked out, but was stopped by Shang Mo, Ye Fusang put the empty bowl back on the table, and came to Shang Mo's side and looked at him condescendingly, "Shang Mo still has something?" ”

No matter how many times he heard her call her name, Shang Mo still felt some palpitations, and moved his face to the side in some embarrassment, not looking at Ye Fusang, "The injuries on your body are almost healed, and I will also cure your poison, but ......" Speaking of this, Shang Mo secretly glanced at Ye Fusang, and his face was a little flushed.

Ye Fusang didn't find out about these, she was just immersed in Shang Mo's sentence "I will cure you of your poison" So, before she lost her memory, she was not only injured by the sword, but also poisoned?

After hesitating for a moment, Shang Mo finally blushed and said: "Your poison has been cured, but there are still a lot of ingredients left in your body, and you may have an attack at any time, I will try my best to relieve you in the next few days." ”

Hearing this, a touch of emotion flashed in Ye Fusang's eyes, "So, you don't sleep so late, are you busy finding a way to cure me?" ”

Hearing this, Shang Mo lowered his head a little awkwardly and said coldly, "No." Just this word is gone, but Ye Fusang knew that he had guessed correctly, smiled slightly, raised the empty bowl on the table again, and said dignifiedly: "If you can't solve it, forget it, isn't there still Shang Mo?" Big deal, I won't go out for the rest of my life, and my memory won't be recovered anyway, so I'll marry Shang Mo. ”

Listening to this seemingly teasing words, Shang Mo's face flushed with layers of redness for a long time, and he glared at Ye Fusang with some anger, "Get out!" ”

Seeing his annoyed and angry appearance, Ye Fusang pursed his lips, he was really stingy, such a big man was so stingy, she didn't mind a woman, what did she mind?

It wasn't until the door was closed that Shang Mo came back to his senses from Ye Fusang's unscrupulous words just now, reached out and touched his cheek covered by the mask, the blush gradually receded, he was an ominous person, if she saw her true appearance, she wouldn't say that.

Looking at the closed door, Shang Mo's brows furrowed slightly, almost invisible, shouldn't he say "marry"? Why "marry"?