I had no appetite due to illness a few days ago. After taking medicine and resting today, the fever went away and my body was no longer so tired. I felt hungry all of a sudden.

He got out of bed, walked to the dining table, and smelled the food on the table.

Looking at the colors of these dishes, he was thinking how stupid he had been to think that she couldn't cook. The dishes she cooked were comparable to those of a five-star restaurant chef.

He looked towards the kitchen again, and she was cutting fruit seriously.

At this time, her phone lit up, and a WeChat message came in.

He glanced subconsciously, and the WeChat message popped up. It was from Lan Yingying, "Don't be discouraged. When he recovers, he will definitely tear off your shirt and fight you for three hundred rounds." . 】

Si Qingmo was stunned for a moment and then looked at Cheng Yinian. So, was she expecting him to fight her for three hundred rounds?

Did he let her down by going to bed when he came back?

He panicked in his heart, this is not okay, he can't let his wife think that he is not good enough.

Night, night he must rise.

He slowly walked into the kitchen, hugged Cheng Yinian from behind, gently inhaled her elegant scent, and said, "Thank you for your hard work, wife!"

Cheng Yinian's body was slightly stiff at first, but she soon relaxed and she said softly: "It's not hard! Go brush your teeth and wash your hands, and get ready to eat."

"Let me cut the fruit." Si Qingmo said while washing his hands under the kitchen faucet.

"No need." Cheng Yi Nian shook his head, "I can do it myself."

"I'll do it. Cooking won't help. I can always cut fruits." Si Qingmo still took the fruit knife from her hand.

Cheng Yinian was not stubborn, nor did she want to spoil a man like Ling Zhan.

She took off her apron, walked out of the kitchen, picked up the mobile phone on the dining table, and saw that Lan Yingying had sent her a WeChat message again, with the same harsh words. Her face suddenly turned red, and she quietly glanced at the kitchen. Si Qingmo replied to Lan Yingying, "What are you saying? It seems that I really want to do something with him. I am not discouraged. Please stop posting these things. He will see it soon." , we are about to eat, by the way, have you eaten? Do you want me to bring you food? 】

Lan Yingying quickly replied: [Okay, okay, I won't disturb you anymore, and you don't want to disturb me. I've thought about it. I'm going to eat Haidilao by myself in a while, and let someone put a cloth opposite me. Oops, I haven't experienced it yet. Don't come over at night. Don't come over. I'm going to play at night. 】

Cheng Yi Nian: [Be careful with your injuries. 】

Lan Yingying: [It’s so easy, please stop posting. I turned off my phone. I want to sleep now and play at night. Otherwise, I won’t have energy. Don’t disturb me anymore. 】

Cheng Yinian looked at Lan Yingying's WeChat message, shook his head helplessly, and did not reply to her again.

Si Qingmo cut the fruit, made a piece of fruit and took it out.

The two of them were sitting at the dining table eating.

Cheng Yinian didn't take a few bites himself, but always picked up food for Si Qingmo.

While Si Qingmo elegantly ate the vegetables she brought over, he said, "Yiyi, actually, my physical strength is not bad. You don't have to worry about me. You can eat more."

Cheng Yinian blinked and said, "You're sick. Eat more. I'm actually not that hungry."

"You should also eat more, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up at night." Si Qingmo said lightly.

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