I pretend to be affectionate in front of my foe

Just when Yan Yun thought the conversation ended without a problem, Chen Mo walked to the bedside with the herb in his arms, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into Xiao Yiran's mouth, then picked up his pen again and wrote: "You are not related to him, so there is no need to replace it." He thanked me, and he said it himself to me.”

No matter how thick Yan Yun was, he still felt Chen Mo's hostility towards Xiao Yiran, so he chased after Chen Mo and asked tentatively, "Does Xiao Yiran have any grudge against you?"

There was no response for a long time when he asked, Chen Mo walked from the kitchen to the bedroom, and Yan Yun followed him all the way.

But Chen Mo didn't pay attention to Yan Yun again, just immersed in his own world, dealing with various medicines.

If the face of the eldest girl is like the weather in June, which can change as soon as it changes, then Chen Mo's face is even more fickle than the face of the eldest girl at this time.

Having known each other for many years, it was the first time Yan Yun saw Chen Mo's mood fluctuate so much.

Just as he was thinking, there was a crisp sound outside the door, and Yan Yun didn't bother about Chen Mo's affairs any more, he cheered up and walked towards the door.

He deliberately put his footsteps lightly, and slowly approached the weak door.

Even though the people outside the door were very good at lightness kung fu, Yan Yun could still hear subtle footsteps and deliberately lowered breathing.

The person who came had a lot of skill, and after only a while, he was able to hide his breathing and footsteps very well. In order to hear the movement more clearly, Yan Yun directly put his ear on the door.

As soon as it was attached, the door fell down with a bang, kicking up a cloud of flying dust.

In a daze, Yan Yun seemed to see a figure, and he quickly ran out to check, but the man had already left, leaving only the old hen clucking at the door.

One side of the old hen's wing was suppressed by the fallen door panel, and it kept clucking while thumping.

Yan Yun's eyes fixed on the old hen, but the old hen suddenly stopped crowing and stared at Yan Yun vigilantly.

"When did you raise the chicken?" After hesitating again and again, Yan Yun still grabbed the old hen, and he carried the old hen and walked towards Chen Mo.

"It's quite fat, just kill it to make soup and drink it, it's a big tonic."

Saying that, Yan Yun weighed the hen in satisfaction again, causing the hen to flutter for a while. The hen seemed to be frightened, struggling and flying the chicken feathers all over the room, and a few pieces of chicken feathers flew to the top of Chen Mo's head .

The old hen was still clucking non-stop, Chen Mo raised his hand helplessly to take off the chicken feathers on his head, and walked towards the door with a bunch of medicine jars in his arms.

When he walked to the table, he took a pen and wrote on a piece of paper: "I didn't raise the chicken, so quickly find a way to dispose of it."

As soon as Yan Yun looked up after reading the note, he saw Chen Mo's unnatural expression.

"Are you afraid of chickens?" Yan Yun seemed to have discovered some terrible secret, chasing after Chen Mo and asking non-stop: "I didn't expect you to be afraid of chickens, hahaha!"

To be precise, Chen Mo is afraid of all long-haired animals.

But he didn't want to discuss this boring issue with Yan Yun now, so he glanced at Yan Yun lightly, then glanced at the chicken in his arms with lingering fear, and slipped to the kitchen without hesitation.

After a while, Yan Yun went into the kitchen with the stripped hen.

Chen Mo was brewing medicine, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head and saw Yan Yun's smiling face.

"I just tested it with your silver needle. The chicken is not poisonous. I just stewed it to nourish my body."

Chen Mo glanced at Yan Yun, then avoided Yan Yun and the chicken in his hand without saying a word.

Unknowingly, several hours passed, Xiao Yiran was woken up by the sound of ping-pong-pong in the kitchen.

He subconsciously propped himself up and looked around the room he was in, and finally locked his eyes warily in the direction of the kitchen where the "ping pong" sound came from.

Not long after, an unkempt man covered in fireworks came out holding a bowl of steaming unknown liquid.

Seeing that person walking briskly towards the bed, Xiao Yiran's eyes were tightly locked, and his hands hidden under the quilt were quietly accumulating strength, ready to strike at any time when the timing was wrong.

"Are you awake? It's just right!" Yan Yun quickened his pace, put down the chicken soup, helped Xiao Yiran up and leaned against the head of the bed, and continued: "How about trying the chicken soup?"

Yan Yun picked up the chicken soup and waved it in front of Xiao Yiran's eyes.

"It's you." Xiao Yiran's eyes suddenly softened when he heard Yan Yun's voice, he sat up a bit more reluctantly, stared at Yan Yun over the chicken soup and said: "You saved me?"

Although it was a question, Xiao Yiran's tone was more like stating a known fact.

"Stop talking, I know what you want to say." Yan Yun freed a hand to carefully support Xiao Yiran's shoulder, pushed him back to lean on, and passed the chicken soup forward: "Thank you, no need , drink the soup first."

Xiao Yiran stared at the chicken soup with grass ash floating on the surface, tried his best to ignore the pungent smell in the soup, took a sip, pushed the bowl away without any trace, his eyes fell on Yan Yun's blackened face and said: " Did you go to the fried kitchen again?"

"What do you mean?" This made Yan Yun very unhappy. In Yan Yun's eyes, his culinary skills are as unquestionable as his handsomeness, so he blurted out immediately: "Since I was 16 years old, I Never fried the kitchen again, just that one time."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yun seemed to realize something, and immediately shut up and stopped talking.

He glanced at Xiao Yiran, and found that the other party was also looking at him, and immediately looked away guiltily.

It is true that Yan Yun has never fried a kitchen since she was 16 years old. "Fried" literally means "fried".

When Yan Yun was 16 years old, due to improper operation, he overturned a barrel of oil and blew up the kitchen in the house until the roof flew off.

At that time, Xiao Yiran, who silently guarded Yan Yun and went secretly to make eggplants for him every night, was fortunate to be the first witness to the incident of frying the kitchen.

At that time, Yan Yun didn't know that Xiao Yiran was the person who secretly came to cook every day, and he only thought that the shameful incident of frying the kitchen was only seen by a stranger and not seen by acquaintances. Nor would he know that Yan Shizi blew up the kitchen because of his poor cooking skills.

"It's only once." Xiao Yiran took the initiative to take the chicken soup and drank it down. Although he was mentally prepared, he still frowned at the salty and bitter taste of the chicken soup.

He put down the bowl and leaned against the head of the bed, and continued: "I have improved a lot in the next few times. At most, I only set the kitchen on fire, but it didn't blow up the roof of the kitchen."

There was no hint of ridicule on Xiao Yiran's face, his calm tone seemed to be discussing some serious matter.

Yan Yun felt ashamed of the past, so he took an empty bowl and prepared to leave.

As for why Xiao Yiran guarded him quietly and stayed with him for so long in silence that year, Yan Yun didn't ask, he didn't dare to ask and didn't want to think deeply.

Whenever he wanted to ask more carefully, when facing Xiao Yiran, Yan Yun's accumulated curiosity disappeared in an instant.

Some answers seem to go without saying.

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Only a layer of window paper between the two awkward people is not pierced