After marrying the hunter, he became more and more abnormal

After Xia Mo escaped from the room, he ran to wash up. The cool water splashed on his face, and his hot cheeks instantly felt much more comfortable.

After washing up, he hurried to the kitchen to do some work, trying to cover up his confusion.

Fortunately, Ling Chuan did not go into the kitchen immediately during this period, otherwise Xia Mo felt that his self-hypnosis would fail.

After breakfast was ready, Xia Mo took a deep breath before walking to the door. Then he pretended to be calm and called to Ling Chuan, "Brother Ling, it's time to have breakfast."

Ling Chuan, who was drying bamboo shoots in the yard, turned around and said, "Okay, I'll be there soon."

Xia Mo looked at him, quickly looked away, thought for a moment, took a few steps forward, and saw that there were still quite a few bamboo shoots in the basket that had not been dried, so he went to help with his heart getting faster and faster.

In order to avoid making the atmosphere awkward, Xia Mo started talking about how they made malt sugar. As he was talking, he actually became interested. His sparkling eyes seemed to be filled with bright light, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Brother Ling, the maltose we made is very fragrant and sweet. You can try it later."

"Okay." Looking at the young man with sparkling eyes, Ling Chuan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth, with drowning tolerance in his eyes.

Xia Mo picked up the last piece of bamboo shoots and suddenly remembered that Ling Chuan had gone out and didn't know what happened to him, so he casually asked, "Brother Ling, is your benefactor okay?"

Ling Chuan's expression suddenly froze when he heard this, his brows slightly furrowed, and even his thin lips were pursed into a straight line. He didn't expect the young man to suddenly bring up this matter, and for a moment he didn't know where to start.

After waiting for a while without any response, Xia Mo looked up at Ling Chuan and immediately noticed that his expression was not right. He felt a sudden pang in his heart. Why was his expression so serious? Could it be that the man was not in good condition?

When he thought of this possibility, Xia Mo's mouth moved, not knowing what to say. After all, that man was Ling Chuan's savior. If something really happened to him, Ling Chuan would definitely feel bad, right?

Ling Chuan lowered his eyes and saw that the boy seemed to be hesitant to speak, with a worried look in his eyes, so he spoke softly, "He is fine for now, Ze'er, eat first, and I will talk to you after you are full."

All right for now?

For now... that means it hasn't been resolved yet?

Xia Mo frowned slightly, he lifted his eyelids, looked at Ling Chuan with an inquiring look, and couldn't help asking: "Can't you tell me now?"

Seeing that the young man looked unhappy, Ling Chuan knew that if he didn't explain the matter clearly, it would definitely leave a knot in the young man's heart and make the young man misunderstand him.

Thinking of this, Lingchuan's eyes darkened.

He didn't want anything to stand between him and his brother and affect their friendship, so he lowered his eyes and said, "Zer, do you remember that I was on the battlefield?"

After he said that, Xia Mo immediately remembered what Uncle Lu said when they went to the county town some time ago, and nodded, "Yeah, I remember, Uncle Lu said that."

"Ze'er, I don't want to lie to you. After we've eaten, let's go inside and talk, okay?" Ling Chuan looked at Xia Mo with deep eyes, and then held his hand.

Xia Mo glanced at his hand that was being held, looked into the other person's deep eyes, and then nodded.

So Ling Chuan took the bamboo shoots that he was still holding in his hand and put them on the wooden rack, then led him to the kitchen.

"Ze'er, is this the malt sugar you made?" Ling Chuan looked at the yellowish brown thick liquid in the bowl. Without waiting for Xia Mo to speak, he picked up a clean chopstick and poked it in.

Maltose is very sticky, so when Ling Chuan took out the chopsticks, he instantly pulled out a sugar thread from thick to thin. Then he turned the chopsticks twice, rolled up a little and put it in his mouth to taste it.

“It’s really sweet and fragrant.”

Ling Chuan smiled slightly. Even though he had believed that the young man could make maltose as sweet as sugar, he never thought that he would be so successful. So he praised Xia Mo sincerely, "My little husband is really amazing."

No matter how old they are, people like to be praised by others, and Xia Mo is no exception, especially when the person praising him is the one he likes.

However, although Xia Mo was very happy and his heart felt as sweet as honey, he did not forget that this person still had something in his heart.

So he pretended to be indifferent and glanced at him, saying: "You are so smooth-talking, eat quickly... Don't try to fool me."

Ling Chuan smiled and said, "I won't fool you no matter who I am." After that, he ate some malt sugar and then sat down next to Xia Mo and started eating.

After they had eaten their fill, they returned to the room and sat down as agreed.

Ling Chuan took a deep look at the young man who was waiting quietly. Since he was the one he had chosen, there was really no need for him to hide anything.

So he thought for a moment and then said slowly: "It's complicated, but not complicated. After I went to the battlefield, I knew that the only way to survive was to fight my way out. So I went from being a nobody to a general without realizing it."

"General?!"

Xia Mo's eyes suddenly widened. After he finished speaking, he felt that his voice was too loud. Fearing that there were ears on the other side of the wall, he quickly covered his mouth and deliberately lowered his voice to ask, "Brother Ling, are you really a general?"

Xia Mo had thought that Ling Chuan might have another identity. After all, his domineering aura was rare in ordinary hunters. But he never thought that he would be a general!

He really didn't expect that he, Xia Mo, would one day be able to fall in love with a general... Oh no, they got married. Should it be considered marriage before love?

But...he was an ancient general! Could he be like the ones in the TV series? With great martial arts skills, and the ability to fly over rooftops and walls?

Thinking of this, Xia Mo instantly became excited. After all, he was once a young man with a dream of becoming a martial artist. So he looked at Ling Chuan with sparkling eyes, "Brother Ling, can you fly?"

Ling Chuan's eyes froze. He didn't expect the little brother to react like this after hearing it. He pursed his lips and said, "Ze'er, aren't you surprised at all?"

"I'm quite surprised." Xia Mo blinked and asked again, "So, Brother Ling, can you fly?"

Looking at the little brother's eager expression, Ling Chuan nodded, "Yes..."

"That's great! Brother Ling, look at me, do you think I can still learn it?"

As Xia Mo spoke, he grabbed Ling Chuan's big hand, his eyes full of hope. At this moment, he had already deviated from the main point and only remembered that the man in front of him knew martial arts.