After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Wen Yinuo lowered his head and waited for a long time. When he didn't hear any scolding, he dared to raise his eyes tentatively.

Fu Jincheng's eyes were filled with complex emotions that he couldn't understand.

Wen Yinuo retracted his gaze, put his hands behind his back, nervously tugged at his sleeves, and spoke in a lower and lower voice:

"Brother, shouldn't I have gone to find you?"

Fu Jincheng's hand, which had been suspended in the air for a while, fell on the boy's head and gently rubbed his soft hair.

The look that Wen Yinuo had just given him tentatively, his eyes more timid than a newborn deer, overlapped with the confident and bright eyes of the boy in Fu Jincheng's memory, and could not be erased from Fu Jincheng's mind.

"No." Fu Jincheng's voice naturally softened, "Xiaobao took the initiative to find his brother, I am so happy that I can't express it in words."

How could I be angry?

"Just next time, when you come to see me, you must take care of yourself and not be without shoes."

"I am always here and I will never leave."

He didn't ask Wen Yinuo to call him directly next time he encountered a similar situation.

Because Fu Jincheng knew that Wen Yinuo now felt full of a sense of unworthiness.

It is precisely because of the feeling of unworthiness that Wen Yinuo, who used to think that it was supposed to be like this when he heard what Fu Jincheng said, repeatedly confirmed the authenticity of his promise to "always be with him" to him.

Because of the feeling of unworthiness, Wen Yinuo always subconsciously thinks that he is unworthy when faced with any words or actions that are beneficial to him.

When the subconscious thoughts come to the surface and manifest themselves in actual actions, Wen Yinuo always resorts to hurting himself to reduce the feeling of unworthiness in his heart.

Fu Jincheng is the person in the world who least wants to see Wen Yinuo hurt himself.

So even though Fu Jincheng wanted Wen Yinuo to be like he used to be, when he wanted to find him, he didn't come to him on his own initiative, but just shouted "Brother, come here!" with confidence.

All he said was to ask Wen Yinuo to take care of himself next time.

Then start by taking good care of yourself, little by little, to soothe and eliminate the sense of unworthiness deep in the boy’s subconscious, and then talk about other things.

Wen Yinuo, who still had his head lowered, had no idea that in just a brief moment, Fu Jincheng had already considered so much for him.

He was silent for only a few seconds after listening to Fu Jincheng's words. He raised his head and looked into Fu Jincheng's eyes seriously. He nodded solemnly and obediently, and promised to do his best to ensure that it would not happen again.

Fu Jincheng was amused by the boy's serious behavior and curled the corners of his lips, laughing silently.

"Then I'll remember it." The young man's green eyes sparkled like water. Under Wen Yinuo's anxious gaze, he suddenly changed the subject and said, "Let's eat first."

Wen Yinuo froze in place for a few seconds before he reacted: "Brother, don't you have anything else to say?"

For example, what kind of punishment would he receive if he didn’t do it.

Fu Jincheng lifted the boy by the back of his collar and brought him to the table to sit down. He said calmly, "No."

"Xiaobao, what else do you think I should say?"

Wen Yinuo clenched his chopsticks, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Should he speak his mind?

But judging from his brother's attitude, it doesn't seem like he will be punished just because he didn't do it.

If I say this, will it seem like I am shameless and ungrateful?

As soon as Fu Jincheng saw Wen Yinuo's expression, he guessed what he was thinking.

The young man sighed barely audibly and said seriously, "Xiaobao, those words of mine are meant to make you love and care for yourself."

"It's not an order for you to listen to me."

Under the pretext of "doing this for your own good", but in reality it's just orders, what's the difference between him and those people in the Gu family?

"It would be best if Xiaobao could realize it, but it's okay if he can't. We can take it slowly."

Wen Yinuo poked at the noodles in the bowl, not daring to look at Fu Jincheng, and only asked in a low voice: "Will there be no punishment?"

Fu Jincheng suppressed the urge to hug the boy, and the smile on his lips faded a little: "No."

In order to prevent Wen Yinuo from thinking too much about this trivial matter and falling into self-loathing, Fu Jincheng did not delay for a second and immediately changed the subject.

"Okay, if Xiaobao doesn't believe it, we can talk about it after something happens."

"Let's eat first."

"This is the same as this morning. It is made exactly as before. Xiaobao, try it and see if my skills have deteriorated."

"But let me make this clear first. You can say I've backed down, but you can't chase me away!"

If it weren't for the following words, Wen Yinuo would have suspected that Fu Jincheng was trying to change the subject.

But when Wen Yinuo heard the young man say "previous practices", his attention was all on that, and he had no intention of thinking about anything else.

The boy's thick eyelashes trembled slightly as he rolled up a piece of noodles with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth.

The noodles are at just the right temperature and have the right amount of saltiness, with a slightly subtle but real sweetness that spreads in your mouth.

The taste is the same as the porridge I had in the morning, nothing has changed at all.

This is the taste that only my brother can make.

There was just one thing that the boy couldn't understand.

This was also the question I had this morning.

Since the year he left home, my brother hasn't returned for three years, at the very least.

It's been three years, and the taste hasn't changed at all.

it's wired.

"Nothing has changed." Wen Yinuo's voice became higher, "It's still the same as before."

The same.

Fu Jincheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the month's training was not in vain.

Otherwise, it’s impossible for my hands, who haven’t been in the kitchen for more than eight years, to make food taste like this.

It’s good as long as you don’t have to go to the hospital after taking it!

"That's right." Fu Jincheng's mouth was about to curl up to the sky, "It's not just noodles and porridge, I remember all the recipes of those dishes."

Wen Yinuo blinked, very sure that he was hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could he see a big furry tail wagging behind his brother?

After finishing dinner in a relaxed atmosphere, Wen Yinuo looked at the row of scabby teeth marks on Fu Jincheng's arm near his wrist. Wen Yinuo's eyes trembled, and he stopped Fu Jincheng who was about to leave after collecting his bowl and chopsticks:

"Brother, let me do it."

"Your arm is injured. It's not good to get wet."

In his previous life, the burns on his calves took several months to heal because someone splashed water on them, and eventually they became infected.

He was stupid at that time and was really fooled by the Gu family into thinking that going to the hospital would bring shame to the "family". He did not dare to go to the hospital, but only bought various anti-inflammatory and anti-infection drugs at the pharmacy and took them all at once.

Fu Jincheng also recalled it.

Compared to Wen Yinuo's calmness and indifference, his expression changed visibly for a moment.

Fu Jincheng did not forget that Wen Yinuo also had an injury on his hand.

However, the boy’s injury was above the elbow, so washing dishes would not involve getting wet.

On the premise that it would not affect Wen Yinuo's body, and considering that she was still unwilling to expose her wounds in front of him, Fu Jincheng did not break the tacit understanding between the two.

"Okay." He did not reject Wen Yinuo's request, "But since it's inconvenient to get wet, what about taking a shower at night?"

Wen Yinuo: ...

If the wound had not been caused by his biting when he lost control, he would definitely have sewed Fu Jincheng's mouth shut.

"It doesn't matter if the wound is shallow." Wen Yinuo half closed his eyes, answering Fu Jincheng's words, and also answering the wound on his arm, "If the wound is deep, you can wrap it with plastic wrap."

The boy finished speaking, his ears slightly reddened, and he snatched the bowl from Fu Jincheng's hand and changed the subject directly: "I'm sorry, brother, I couldn't control my strength at that time, and I bit it very hard."

"How about going to the hospital tomorrow?"

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If it were the old Nobo, he would show concern if he bit his brother's hand, but he would also say proudly that his brother's arm muscles were too hard and it hurt his teeth.