Song Qinghan wasn't used to his mother-in-law's invitation. He frowned and wanted to refuse.
Ever since he was five years old, when his younger brother was born, he felt the difference in his status. He also began to understand one thing — even his mother wouldn't selflessly take risks.
Therefore, other than when he didn't have the ability to survive on his own, he rarely received help from others after he was fifteen years old.
In this village, Su Zhengyang was probably the one who had helped him the most. This was because he had been the one who had taught him how to make a living. It was also because of this that in the face of Su Jiaojiao's scheming and after Su Zhengyang had personally begged him, he had endured it and said nothing. He had tacitly agreed to everything.
The last time he went to his mother-in-law's house, it was because a few of his brothers were there. Now that he had everything at home, he didn't really want to go.
Song Qinghan wanted to ask Su Jiaojiao to go by herself. He could just eat whatever he wanted at home. Anyway, both his legs were injured. Even if he could barely walk, it wouldn't be convenient.
Unexpectedly, the girl who looked like she was about to starve to death and wanted to eat immediately refused. Her voice was a bit more eager: "Mom, there's no need. I see that there's everything here. I'm learning how to cook now. I'll do it myself."
Sun Fang hesitated for a moment, but seeing that her daughter was full of energy, she didn't insist.
Anyway, there were only leftovers at home. In fact, it wasn't anything good. The slightly better things had already been eaten by the people who came to the banquet.
She nodded: "Okay, then be careful."
"Mm, mm!" Su Jiaojiao nodded with bright eyes. She, who was still feeling tired, jumped up and rushed to the kitchen after sending off Sun Fang.
Song Qinghan was stunned.
He sat on the chair in the central room and looked at the busy sounds in the kitchen. He wondered in his heart, "Are all girls' emotions so fickle?"
He hadn't interacted with girls before, so he wasn't sure.
But seeing that she was very active, he didn't go over, lest he be a hindrance.
Thinking of this, Song Qinghan looked down at his legs. One of his ankles was fractured, while the other was fractured. Fortunately, his shins were mostly healed.
However, the doctor had said that he would most likely be a cripple in the future. His leg would not be able to exert any strength.
In the past, he didn't feel it, but now … His eyes dimmed, and his heart felt sour. It was as if he had eaten an unripe persimmon, and even the tip of his tongue felt a little astringent.
Because of his situation, his parents, who didn't like him to begin with, scolded him a lot when they heard that the government subsidies had been spent on medical expenses. That day, they didn't let him rest at home and directly asked him to move out, afraid that he would ask them for the money they had sent back.
If it weren't for the help of the brigade leader and his comrades, they probably wouldn't have given him anything. How could they still have this house?
"Hey, I don't really know how to cook, but it should be pretty good." A delicate voice interrupted his gaze at his legs. Song Qinghan looked up and saw a touch of red in her fair skin. A small face that was as sweet as an apple appeared in front of him. Her eyes were sparkling, and the tip of her nose was dripping with sweat. Her tender red lips were curved into a beautiful smile.
She held a bowl in front of him with both hands, as if she was presenting a treasure. Her eyes were filled with obvious expectation, as if she was asking for praise.
Song Qinghan was slightly stunned. He looked at the piping hot noodles, which were simple but the color was just right. A wisp of steam hit his face and blurred his eyes. The disgusting face that he remembered from when he was plotted against disappeared by more than half. All that was left was a blurry shadow.
"Mm ~" Song Qinghan nodded. His throat was slightly dry, and he instinctively pulled a long face to hide his emotions. He picked up his chopsticks.
The noodles were the most common handmade noodles in town. The taste was average, and it tasted average. Because it was a little bland, it tasted a little bland.
However, Song Qinghan still nodded, and his stern expression softened a little.
Su Jiaojiao saw his reaction and was instantly delighted. She asked further, "Is it good?"
Looking at her sparkling eyes, Song Qinghan touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, he couldn't bear to tell her the truth. He hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. "… It's good."
Su Jiaojiao pursed her lips and smiled. Just as she was about to celebrate the completion of the mission, she heard the Matchmaker System's crisp voice in her ear. [The praise was not sincere enough. Host, please continue to work hard!]
Su Jiaojiao looked at the noodles with some vegetables and an egg in suspicion. Was it not good? Impossible, right?
However, she saw that Song Qinghan was eating very seriously.
Su Jiaojiao was furious. The praise was so insincere, yet he still dared to eat it? She frowned and directly snatched the bowl and chopsticks away. Facing Song Qinghan's confused head, she said fiercely, "Praise me sincerely, or I won't let you eat it!"
This was a meal that she had personally cooked. Shouldn't he be grateful? Even if it couldn't be compared to the food of a chef, he shouldn't praise it so insincere, right?
Song Qinghan was speechless.
The young lady's crisp voice caught Song Qinghan off guard. He looked at her with a dumbfounded expression. He saw that her eyebrows were knitted, her small mouth was slightly pouted, and her pretty face still had a hint of childishness. He remembered what his father-in-law had said to him. "Jiaojiao is still young. She's a little stubborn, but she's not a bad child. You should eat more."
The coldness that had just appeared in his heart softened again. After all, she had never cooked before. For her to be able to cook so well on her first meal of noodles, he had high expectations. Song Qinghan calmed down very calmly and said seriously, "It's really delicious."
His voice was low, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes as he looked at her. Looking at his handsome features and his tall and straight figure, Su Jiaojiao suddenly felt her cheeks heat up. At the same time, the matchmaker's voice sounded. [… Mission completed. Reward issued!]
There was an inexplicable sense of weakness and guilt in his voice.
Su Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned the bowl. "Eat, I'm going to eat too."
After saying that, she quickly ran to the kitchen to get her noodles. There was only a shallow bowl, but when she picked up the bowl, there was an extra piece of chicken steak on top of it. The aroma immediately hit her nose. Su Jiaojiao took a deep breath of the aroma and smiled foolishly. "It smells so good!"
However, when she finished the chicken steak and ate the noodles, she …
*****
Night fell.
Su Jiaojiao came out of the bathroom, feeling refreshed.
The night wind was cool, and it was very comfortable when it blew on her body.
Su Jiaojiao rubbed her bulging belly and let out a burp that was filled with the smell of chicken ribs. She then touched her face that had just been washed, feeling that it was a pity that he couldn't see her beautiful face.
In the past, when she took a shower at home, she always felt that she was very beautiful in front of the mirror.
However, the mirrors in this house were a little blurry. Although she could see clearly, it was still a little discounted.
She felt that it was a pity and went back to sleep with light steps.
Although Song Qinghan's leg was injured, he was quite strong and could take care of himself. Su Jiaojiao didn't have to worry. When she returned to the room, she saw the empty half of the bed and felt her legs go weak.
Fortunately, the bed was big enough, and the two of them each had a thin blanket. Song Qinghan slept on the inner side with his hands flat and a corner of the blanket covering his stomach. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, his eyes were closed and he was probably asleep.
Su Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief silently. She blew out the oil lamp and lay on the bed.
She thought that she wouldn't be able to sleep in a different place, but who knew that after lying down for a short while, Su Jiaojiao had already fallen asleep. Her dream was filled with all kinds of snacks and watching dramas on the iPad. It was really beautiful.
Just as she was sleeping, she suddenly heard the Matchmaker System's crisp voice calling her: [Host, wake up!]
[Host! Hurry up, something big has happened!]
[Host, are you going to become a widow?]
Su Jiaojiao was startled awake from her dream and heard the last sentence: "…"
At this time, Su Jiaojiao didn't need the little system to say anything. She already knew the situation. There was a big fireball beside her, and it was moaning in pain from time to time.
Fever?
Su Jiaojiao frowned slightly. She remembered a sentence from the movie. The original owner had taken advantage of Song Qinghan's illness to be together with the gigolo. She thought that the illness was because of his leg, but now it seemed that it was a fever?
[Ding! Mission 6: A person with a fever is very uncomfortable. Host, please wipe your husband's body to lower his temperature. Reward: A full-body mirror!]
Su Jiaojiao heard this sentence when she got a match from the kitchen. She didn't have time to be happy because she had the mirror she wanted. She lit the oil lamp and went to get cold water to wipe him.
When her hand touched Song Qinghan's cheek, she realized that his temperature was too high.
She quickly wiped him and asked the system: [Is there any fever medicine? Can I buy it?]
The Matchmaker System reacted and hurriedly said: [Yes, yes! Host, do you want to buy it? Fifty cents a box, ten pills in a box!]
[Buy it.] After Su Jiaojiao said that, a box of fever medicine appeared in her hand. It was a familiar brand: Gan Kang. This medicine was very useful for reducing fever, especially for people who took it for the first time. She quickly broke the medicine in half and took one half and stuffed it into Song Qinghan's mouth.
Who knew that this person's guard was quite strong. His lips were tightly pursed and he didn't have any intention of opening them.
Su Jiaojiao angrily pinched his jaw and squeezed until his mouth was pouting. Only then did she break through the defense of his lips. But in the end, there were still teeth.
"… Song Qinghan! Open your mouth! "She shouted in a low voice.
As if he felt something, Song Qinghan's eyes moved under his closed eyelids, but he didn't open them. However, the seal on his teeth loosened a lot. Su Jiaojiao directly stuffed the medicine into his mouth. Immediately, her index finger was bitten and a soft tongue pressed against her fingertip.
It hurts!
Su Jiaojiao's face darkened. There was no beauty in her heart. She fiercely threatened, "Let go! Otherwise, I'll bite you! "
Song Qinghan didn't move at all, but his thick eyebrows were furrowed. He must have been irritated by the bitter taste of the Gan Kang in his mouth.
Su Jiaojiao sneered and bit his shoulder. "Ow!" She didn't show any mercy.
Song Qinghan, who was muddle-headed from the fever, whimpered in pain and subconsciously relaxed his mouth.
Su Jiaojiao quickly took her hand out and wiped the saliva on his body. Then, she took the cold water she prepared for herself from the bedside table and brought it over.
This time, he was more obedient. He even followed her strength and got up a little. He gulped down a mouthful of cold water and swallowed the bitter medicine. However, his lips were puckered in grievance. He looked like a child who had eaten something he didn't like.
Su Jiaojiao poked his face in amusement. His face looked a little better.
After drinking the water, Song Qinghan went back to sleep.
Su Jiaojiao wiped the sweat from her forehead. She still had to wipe his body. She had the medicine, but the mission was not complete. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but complain: [Honghong, can you be more reliable? Can't you just let me buy the medicine?]
The matchmaker system said guiltily: [Dear Host, I don't want you to spend money ~ ~ ~] The last three words were especially humble.
[… Thank you, Honghong!] Su Jiaojiao smiled helplessly. After she replied as if she was coaxing a child, she lowered her head and continued to wipe Song Qinghan seriously. After she was done wiping his face, she unbuttoned his clothes.
However, after she unbuttoned his clothes, she took a deep breath and stood there in a daze.
There was a glaring knife wound on his body that spanned almost his entire waist. Upon closer inspection, the wound that had mostly healed had split open again for some unknown reason. The deepest part in the middle was slightly white, and the color of blood was dark!
There were some purple traces on the wound. She guessed that the medicine was applied, but it didn't work. It was infected, which led to the fever tonight.
Looking at Song Qinghan's deep breathing, warm body, and the content of the original plot, Su Jiaojiao's eyes suddenly reddened. She felt a little guilty for biting him just now. Everyone remember to collect the website or remember the website. Website: Website: No Burglary No Burglary No Burglary No Burglary No Burglary.
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