He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Mo Beixiao didn't come back until almost four in the morning last night.

I'm really hungry now.

He aimed at the braised fish whose color looked a bit strange, picked up a large chopstick and put it into his mouth without any precautions.

It's a mask of pain immediately!

"Wow" and spit into the bowl.

What you put in is what you spit out!

Mo Beichen's face became even darker!

Mo Beixiao quickly stood up, poured himself a glass of water, drank several sips, and then said, "Why is it bitter? Even if it's your first time making it, I can understand if it's a little salty, but the bitterness is really... This is the first time I've eaten bitter braised fish in my life! Brother, you're not going to give this to my sister-in-law, are you? Is it really not poisonous? What did you put in it?"

Mo Beixiao did give a different evaluation from others.

It couldn’t be more true!

Uncle Zhang on the side looked up at the sky...

He didn't dare to say this anyway!

The Fourth Master is worthy of being the Fourth Master!

Brave as always!

Mo Beichen's thin lips moved.

I was going to say something.

But in the end, he said nothing.

It was so hard to catch someone who dared to tell the truth.

But we can't make people angry and drive them away.

He turned around and personally brought another dish he cooked to Mo Beixiao, stir-fried pork with green peppers. It was not a very difficult dish, and even the tone of his voice was much gentler: "Try this."

With his experience of braised fish, Mo Beixiao didn’t dare to take a big piece, but took a small bite.

That smell...

It's so strange.

It doesn’t taste good anyway.

He shook his head like a rattle: "I can't put my finger on it, but it doesn't taste like normal stir-fried pork with green peppers. It feels like the meat and the green peppers are covered with a layer of starch. It's sticky and not tasty."

Mo Beichen served several dishes to Mo Beixiao one after another.

Mo Beixiao tasted it carefully.

All home cooked meals.

The instructional videos online don't look difficult.

Mo Beichen also has guidance from professional chefs.

But what they made were all dark dishes.

Mo Beichen had previously stewed sweet soup for Qiao Wangshu, and also successfully stewed Codonopsis pilosula and black chicken soup. He was originally full of confidence, and wanted to learn a few dishes to show off his skills in front of his wife. However, cooking is different from stewing soup, and the actual operation is much more difficult. He is a typical example of someone who can learn it at a glance, but fails at doing it.

All the dishes we prepared were a complete failure.

Mo Beichen then tinkered with another dish.

He thought home cooking was difficult.

Just skip the home cooking and go straight to the big dish.

Mr. Mo Sanye challenges sweet and sour pork ribs for the first time.

Mo Beixiao picked up a piece of pork ribs and took a bite. "Oh my god! Third brother, why is it bitter again? Did you put too much salt and soy sauce?"

Mo Beichen was cooking while the chef was giving instructions.

Mo Beixiao listened and more or less understood the principles.

Mo Beichen was shocked: "Is it so unpalatable?"

"Yes... I..." Mo Beixiao was mad and didn't want to argue with him. He turned to look at Xiao Tuantuan who was guarding the kitchen door and coaxed her in the tone of a dog dealer: "Tuantuan, come here, come to me, come come come..."

Xiao Tuantuan walked towards him, wagging his tail.

Mo Beixiao picked up a piece of pork ribs and put it next to its mouth.

Xiao Tuantuan sniffed and turned away!

Mo Beixiao slammed his chopsticks on the table: "See? Even dogs won't eat it!"

Mo Beichen: “…”

Mo Beixiao slept late and got up late, and was so hungry that he felt dizzy. He came to the kitchen to find food, but was fed a bunch of dark dishes. He really couldn't eat it anymore, so he made an excuse: "Third brother, well... I have something urgent to do at the club, I have to go. I'm full, and I can't eat any more if you ask me to. Ask Uncle Zhang to taste it for you."

Uncle Zhang immediately looked at me for help: "Don't leave, Fourth Master! My old bones can't take it anymore!"

Mo Beichen didn't intend to let Mo Beixiao go: "Racing Club, what's the urgent matter? Sit still, I'll do something else, I promise it won't be hard this time."

Mo Beixiao was about to cry: "Third brother..."

Mo Beichen said seriously: "Are you my good brother?"

Mo Beixiao: "..."

Forget it.

Now that’s come to this!

Die or die!

Seeing that he didn't say he wanted to leave, the big devil turned around and went back to making his dark cuisine.

Probably because I was too impatient.

I scratched my hand.

He held the big green pepper with one hand and used a kitchen knife to cut it open from the side with the other hand, preparing to take out the seeds inside. He didn't control the strength well, and the kitchen knife not only penetrated the green pepper, but also cut his palm.

What a long wound.

Fortunately, it’s not deep.

The chef standing by turned pale with fear: "Third Master!"

Mo Beixiao heard something wrong in the voice and hurriedly walked inside.

The chopping board was bright red.

There were glaring bloodstains on the kitchen knife.

Mo Beichen was washing the wound with cold water.

Mo Beixiao immediately took out his cell phone to call Pei Song, and then went to the medicine box to look for iodine gauze and the like.

Iodine debridement.

Apply medicine.

bandage.

One pass operation.

Flowing clouds and flowing water.

Mo Beixiao is keen on all kinds of extreme sports. He often got injured in the first few years of riding a motorcycle. His professionalism in dealing with skin injuries is almost the same as that of a surgeon.

He just woke up and hasn't turned on his phone yet.

I ate a lot of dark food.

After bandaging Mo Beichen's wound, he finally realized something.

Mo Beixiao sat on the sofa and looked at Mo Beichen who was sitting on the other side: "Third brother, are you in a bad mood today? When you are in a bad mood, you can't do anything well. How about we do it another day?"

Mo Beichen was upset, not knowing what he was getting himself into. He stubbornly stood up and went back to the kitchen.

Mo Beixiao has a headache!

There's such a long cut on the palm of your hand, and you still do it?

He couldn't persuade Mo Beichen, so he had to call Qiao Wangshu, and his tone sounded serious: "Third sister-in-law, this is terrible, my third brother is injured!"

Qiao Wangshu was dealing with the group's affairs. Hearing this, he stood up from his office chair in a hurry and asked anxiously, "Injured? What happened? Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

"Well..." Mo Beixiao scratched his head: "It's not too serious, it has been dealt with. Do you want to come back and take a look? I feel that my third brother is not normal today."

"At home? Didn't go to the hospital?" Qiao Wangshu asked.

"Well, at home, Dr. Pei is on his way."

"I'll go back right away."

hang up the phone.

Qiao Wangshu immediately rushed to the Mo family manor.

Dusty.

The fire is burning.

When Mo Beixiao saw her changing shoes and coming in, he stood up and greeted her: "Third sister-in-law, go see my third brother. He hurt his hand, but he still insisted on cooking for you. I don't know what's wrong with him all of a sudden."

"Cook?" After hearing this, Qiao Wangshu immediately walked into the kitchen.

Mo Beichen was wearing an apron and was busy in front of the glass platform.

The left hand was wrapped in gauze.

He didn't take good care of his injury and kept moving, causing the wound to bleed and look very serious.

Qiao Wangshu walked over and grabbed his wrist distressedly. He dragged him out of the kitchen and pulled him to sit on the sofa: "Achen, why did you suddenly want to learn how to cook? You are injured and you still want to cook? The wound can't get wet. Are you worried about something? Talk to me, okay? Don't keep it in your heart, and don't ruin your body."