After being dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting role, they became a group favorite

Xu Chacha's "together" didn't just want Wen Mubai to stay, but was only happy when he pulled her arm all the way and stuffed her into the bed.

"You sleep first." Wen Mubai said.

"Cold." Xu Chacha shivered at the right time, looking at her pitifully.

"Come right back." Wen Mubai pushed back her forehead hair for her, "Is the painkiller helpful? Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts..." This is not a panic, she can at most divert her attention a little bit, but it still hurts if it should hurt.

"wait for me."

Xu Chacha watched Wen Mubai go into the toilet, and came out again after a while, the quilt was thrown back, and a warm thing was stuffed into her stomach.

"Give me your feet."

Xu Chacha obediently passed her foot over.

"It's so cold." Wen Mu put his hands on the soles of her feet, frowned and said, he dug out the thick socks from where he didn't know, put them on for Xu Chacha, and stuffed them back into the bed for her.

Both feet and stomach felt better, but Xu Chacha was still dissatisfied, staring at the person for a moment, "It's still cold."

Of course Wen Mubai understood what she meant, and unbuttoned her jacket, only a soft sweater was left inside her, and she lay her slender body beside Xu Chacha, sideways, as if encircling her.

Like an octopus lying on a cutting board, Xu Chacha turned over with difficulty, put her head into her arms, and found the most comfortable and soft position to cling to, and practiced countless times.

Wen Mubai also leaned on her today, wrapped his arms around her, and patted her on the back, "Tell me when the water bag is cold, and I'll change it."

Xu Chacha nodded, not making much noise.

Time passed slowly, originally thought that she would slowly fall asleep, but like a loach, she could never settle down in one position and struggled back and forth slightly.

Wen Mubai noticed that her body was trembling patiently, "It still hurts?"

"One after another." She thought that she would be fine if she fell asleep, but the quieter she was, the more obvious the pain would be, so she might as well find something to divert her attention.

"Sore legs?"

"Sour." Xu Chacha nodded, wondering if she was suffering, and said in a nasal voice, "That thigh has been sore and sore."

"Blood doesn't circulate." Wen Mu stretched out his white hand, clenched his fist and lightly thumped the outside of her thigh, "Tell me if it's serious."

"It's not heavy." Although she didn't know what the effect of beating her legs was, it seemed that she didn't feel very uncomfortable after beating her legs.

This one, like the palm of the mother's back when she was coaxing her to sleep when she was a child, the drowsiness gradually deepened.

About 10 minutes later, Wen Mubai noticed that the person in his arms was quiet, and was going to replace the hot water bottle on her stomach.

She stretched out her hand but was grabbed. Xu Chacha didn't open her eyes, but she could sense every subtle movement of her, and said in a sleepy voice, "That's it."

"It's cold."

"Then use this." Xu Chacha took off the warm water bag, then took Wen Mubai's hand and put it on his lower abdomen, "It's quite warm this way."

Wen Mubai's fingers touched the soft skin, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but Xu Chacha held him down, and she couldn't break free with little strength.

It may be that the hot water bottle has just been attached, the temperature under the palm of her hand is much higher than the normal body temperature, scorching hot, burning all the way from her palm to her heart, and then the breath coming out of her mouth and nose is hot.

"I'll go and change it for you, dear."

"No." Xu Chacha's voice raised a little, "Go out, the quilt will be blown in later, and it's hard to keep warm."

The winter in the south is so humble, the room is big, and the temperature of the air conditioner is turned up to no avail.

Having said that, Wen Mubai finally stopped moving.

So from the very beginning, you saw that this was a trap with no way out, so you pulled her in?

"Okay, you go on sleeping, I won't go." Wen Mubai treated patients more patiently than usual.

Xu Chacha didn't speak anymore, she nodded, and soon resumed her long breathing rhythm.

Wen Mubai didn't feel sleepy at first, but just listening to her breathing, for some reason, he gradually closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dark outside.

Her first reaction was to look down at Xu Chacha, and found that her complexion was better than before, and her lips were not so pale, so she felt relieved.

Then she got off the bed lightly, and quickly tucked the quilt up for Xu Chacha, wrapping her up like a cocoon without leaving a single gap.

Before the little ancestor woke up, she had to make something to eat.

Xu Chacha's stomach suffered a lot today, and she definitely couldn't eat anything that was too greasy, but she didn't eat for a day and she needed to replenish some energy due to her menstruation.

Holding the cookbook she bought earlier, it took her nearly 10 minutes to order the egg rolls and vegetable and lean meat porridge.

The porridge takes a long time, so it must be prepared first, so the designer of the University of Wenzhou, who is vigorous and uncompromising in the workplace, stared at the recipe and cut the vegetables in a hurry. The kitchen blows up.

After preparing all the ingredients, she put the washed rice into the pot according to the recipe, then poured in the proportioned water and boiled it on high heat.

Then I brought another wok, put oil in the hot wok, and then put in the shredded pork and stir-fried.

But maybe she didn't dry the water when she was washing the meat just now. As soon as the shredded meat was put down, she made a terrible "呲啦" sound. Come closer.

But at this time, I used a spatula to turn it over again, only to find that the meat had already stuck to one piece, and some of it was burnt and stuck to the bottom of the pot, and the shovel could not move it.

Wen Mubai turned off the fire, dumped out the discarded ingredients, went to get the cookbook and started to read, obviously every step was done according to the recipe, why was there still a mistake.

She confirmed verbatim that it only said that the porridge needs to be stirred frequently to prevent the porridge from sticking to the pan, and it did not mention the precautions needed when frying the meat.

"Shouldn't be."

So she tried again, with the same result.

The continuous movement finally woke up Xu Chacha. Although Wen Mubai kept frying the meat, it still smelled delicious.

Xu Chacha sat up, curiously wanting to come down to see when Wen Mubai learned to cook other than egg sandwiches, but when he poked his head in, he saw a large pile of black meat in the trash can.

"..." Do you know how expensive pork is now?

Xu Chacha's silence made the atmosphere a little awkward, Wen Mubai stirred the porridge calmly, "It's just a mistake, it'll be over soon, you go and sit down first."

"Let me do it." Xu Chacha rolled up his sleeves.

"You can't touch cold ones during your menstrual period." Wen Mubai started to pull down her sleeves again.

"Did I just stand by and watch you blow up my kitchen?"

"It's not that exaggerated."

"You have a criminal record, Ms. Wen Mubai."

Wen Mubai remained silent, "I'm just not good at handling meat ingredients, you can only help with this step, and I'll do the rest."

"Okay, okay." Xu Chacha nodded and didn't refute anymore, she had to save the last bit of pitiful face for Wen Mubai.

So next, even though Wen Mubai used a knife and a cutting board to toss the last piece of pork in her refrigerator into large and small "destroyed corpses", Xu Chacha just watched from the side without saying a word.

"So, is it alright?"

"You have to cut the meat apart, or it will all be joined together."

It was the first time that Xu Chacha saw someone cutting meat that could be described as "several roots". She especially wondered whether Wen Mubai's cooking ability was traded for IQ by her. How could it be so...

Wen Mubai nodded, pinching the handle of the knife with his slender fingers, his eyelids drooping, he focused on the piece of meat, although the knife technique was messy, at least the posture was good-looking.

Ignoring the messy kitchen, her serious look was a bit like a doctor on the operating table.

After finally cutting the meat, Xu Chacha turned on the fire to dry up the pot, then poured a little base oil, waited for a few seconds for the oil to heat up, and asked Wen Mubai to pour the meat in.

Wen Mubai stretched out his arms, and operated this step beside her, and when the flesh went down, he took a very skillful step and retreated.

Xu Chacha didn't notice her, so she switched to low-to-medium heat and waved the spatula to stir-fry a few times neatly, then put the vegetables in and stir-fried until raw, then she turned off the heat and poured it into the boiling porridge.

"I'll do the rest."

Xu Chacha clapped his hands, stood aside, and stared at the woman in the apron, "This business seems to be doing a bit of a loss."

"Ok?"

"Our canary cuisine is really not good."

Wen Mubai nodded, and looked up at her with a smile on his face, "But I'm good at serving you."

"……"Depend on.

Blocked by her words, Xu Chacha waved his hands and walked away aggrieved, sat on the sofa next to him and started watching TV.

When serving the porridge and egg rolls, Wen Mubai also brought a glass of milk and white sugar beside him.

"How sweet you want to drink, put it yourself."

Xu Chacha is always more sweet than usual during her menstrual period, and she is used to it.

"No, quit sugar."

"I won't gain weight during my menstrual period."

"My mother doesn't believe this anymore at that age." The words went out without going through her brain, Xu Chacha realized what she said, and quickly covered her mouth, "I didn't mean you were very old..."

It's over, the added sentence seems to be even worse.

"Yes, those of us who are older like to lie to children with such words." Wen Mubai added a spoonful of white sugar into it in front of her, stirred it and handed it over, "Drink, kid."

Shouting these two words made Xu Chacha clenched her fists. What she hated most was that Wen Mubai treated herself like a child, so even though she knew that her words were mostly for tit for tat, she was still annoyed.

"Don't drink." She kept her stubbornness.

"You haven't had a good meal in the past few days, have you? You really want to break your stomach to be reconciled?" Wen Mubai raised his eyelids to look at her, even though he tried his best to be gentle, the oppressive feeling was still unavoidable.

"This is not... body management."

"Blindly dieting is ruining the body, and combining exercise and healthy diet is the correct way to manage it."

Xu Chacha lowered her head, she almost forgot what this person used to do, and her innocence was like a trick in front of her.

"Time is tight, I want to lose meat faster."

In fact, her weight is already in the thin range, but there is a saying that she is ten catties fatter on camera, which is why many celebrities actually look fine on the screen, but in real life they are exaggeratedly thin like a skeleton.

If Xu Chacha wanted to look good in close-up shots, she had to reduce it even more. Although the motive for her comeback might not be pure, but to be her, she had to do her best.

This is the first shot she fired, and there is no room for any mistakes.

"Now that AS's commercial is over, you can slowly restore my body to me."

"Oh……"

Xu Chacha pursed her lips, and took a sip with both hands holding the milk cup. The sweet taste was like nectar for a long time for her. After taking a sip, she couldn't help but raise her head and gulp down half of the cup.

"It's delicious." Xu Chacha's eyes were bright, and she stuck out her tongue to lick the milk stains off her lips.

"Don't drink in such a hurry." Wen Mubai held the cup for her, worrying like he was taking care of a three-year-old child.

Xu Chacha handed the cup to her, "Do you want it?"

Wen Mubai stared at her movements, his expression looked quite calm, but he was actually holding back a smile.

Xu Chacha's behavior is like sharing snacks with kindergarten children. She is in her late thirties and still accepts this kind of feeding, so her mood is really complicated.

"When I was you?"

"If you don't drink it, don't drink it. How can you attack me personally?" Xu Chacha withdrew her hand.

But when she sat back, Wen Mubai over there stood up, bent his upper body, pinched her chin with his fingers, tilted his head and touched her lips.

The previous kisses were all "cheated" by Xu Chacha on his own initiative, this was the first time he was passive.

She opened her eyes wide, didn't dare to breathe out, felt something soft and moist touch across her lips, and then Wen Mubai backed away.

Unlike her flushed face, this gentle scum's face was normal, and he even commented lightly.

"A little too sweet."

But Xu Chacha seemed to have just connected to the severed nerve, foolishly recalling the touch just now.

It looks like... a tongue.