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So itchy.

Mu Nian pursed her lips, and stretched out her hand to grab the thing on her lips that made her itch. She managed to grab it, but found it was useless.

The itchy feeling continued.

She opened her eyes suspiciously and looked around blankly.

Mu Nian looked at Fu Sinian's fingers in his hand, and was momentarily stunned.

The color of Fu Sinian's eyes became darker, she subconsciously let go of her hand, and asked unnaturally: "Why do you want to..."

"When will the wound heal?"

Could it be that he wanted to leave another bite mark on her mouth?
Mu Nian suddenly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and stepped back to avoid his touch: "It's no good, how could the marks left by Master Fu fade away so easily."

"You're so afraid of me, why are you willing to stay here all night?"

"Uh, that, you just woke up, you must be hungry, I'll go out and cook something to eat."

After Mu Nian finished speaking, she got up as if fleeing, accidentally knocked down the chair, she didn't care, and hurried to the door.

Fu Sinian curled his thin lips, thinking she was too interesting.

Most of the women he knew were eager to have something to do with him, except for Mu Nian, who kept away from him and only cared about her children.

But you say she avoids him, but she is willing to cook for him.

For a woman to cook for a man herself, the meaning, in his opinion, is very important.

After a while, Mu Nian came back with porridge and side dishes.

"What is this?" Fu Sinian narrowed his eyes, staring at the two bowls in her hand.

"Simple white porridge. I'm afraid you won't be used to such a bland porridge. I saw beef strips in the refrigerator, so I made some fried beef. Don't worry, you don't put a drop of oil in it, so you can eat it with confidence."

Mu Nian scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his lips: "Here, drink it, the temperature should be just right."

Fu Sinian leaned over and took a bite, raising his eyebrows.

The white porridge is dense, with some basic seasonings added in it. It tastes not monotonous. It is sweet and salty, with a slight meaty aroma. It must be the beef strips she made first, and then the porridge was cooked in the beef strip pot.

He praised: "Not bad."

Mu Nian knew that he had a tricky mouth, and it was a big deal to be praised by him, so he smiled and said, "Before at home, I needed to work part-time, and the meals were all cooked by Chen Chen. The only time I could cook was when he was sick, so Only porridge is good."

With just a few words, Fu Sinian could already imagine her bitterness and hardship these years, her arm hanging on the bed was unconsciously tense, and blue veins appeared slightly.

Soon, more than half of a bowl of porridge went away.

After Mu Nian took a full spoonful again, Fu Sinian suddenly grabbed her wrist and fed the porridge into her mouth.

Mu Nian's pupils shrank suddenly, and she swallowed a mouthful of porridge mechanically in shock.

She didn't react until the smell of meat in her mouth dissipated, and asked in surprise, "Your eyes can already see?"

"Hmm." He responded lightly.

"Then wait a minute, I'll call Yan Di, you... Hey!" Before she could finish speaking, he grabbed her wrist.

"Go eat something, don't be in a hurry."

Mu Nian was stunned for a moment, then raised his chin mockingly: "Master Fu, are you worried that I will be hungry?"

"Here, finish this half bowl of porridge." Fu Sinian didn't answer her question directly, and only cast his gaze on the small bowl in her hand.

Mu Nian was speechless for a moment, she knew she couldn't handle Fu Sinian, and she hadn't eaten all night, so she was indeed hungry, so she drank the remaining half bowl.

Looking at the shiny bowl wall, she suddenly realized...

She and Fu Sinian used a spoon?
Still using the same bowl?