Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

"What? He doesn't take medicine?" Lu Mingyun felt even worse after hearing Mo Yi's report.

Mo Yi pursed his lips and said, "Yes, Master. Master Li insisted on eating meat dishes, but Guozi said he was tired of medicinal food."

Lu Mingyun closed his eyes in pain, held his forehead and took a deep breath.

He just went home for vacation because the New Year was approaching, but that didn't mean he didn't have to review his lessons. He had a lot of homework assigned by his teacher.

He also had to find time to take care of the shop left by his mother, otherwise he would not know when it would be swallowed up by the Lin family.

In addition, Lin was staring at him covetously, so he had to pay attention to the movements in the Marquis' Mansion while making friends with others.

He is really busy!

However, Lu Mingyun is a very understanding person.

Identity, status, wealth, and communication.

These are all icing on the cake, and they are all built on the foundation of good health.

Otherwise, everything is just a mirage, which looks beautiful but is actually illusory.

Ever since he fell ill for no apparent reason that year, Lu Mingyun has had this truth deeply ingrained in his mind.

He came into this world with great difficulty and cannot die in a confused manner.

"...What does he want to eat?" Lu Mingyun asked with a frown and a long sigh.

"He said he wanted to eat... mouth-watering chicken." Mo Yi didn't take Guozi's words to heart, and could only remember one thing at this moment.

Lu Mingyun waved his hand and said, "Let's see if our kitchen can make it. If not, we can go out and buy it."

"Yes." Mo Yi received the task and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, tell him that he can only eat one meal a day. He still has to eat medicated food and take medicine at other times until Doctor Su says he is well." Lu Mingyun said again.

"Yes." Mo Yi responded.

"...Try to satisfy him with whatever he wants to eat. Go to Mo Zhu to get the money. It will come from my private vault." Lu Mingyun gave another instruction.

"Yes."

After responding this time, Mo Yi withdrew.

After a while, Lu Mingyun put down the book he was reading. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he felt dizzy again.

Lu Mingyun leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes tiredly. His hands were placed on the armrests of the chair, and his fingertips would tap from time to time.

The nail of his index finger hit the Huanghuali chair, making a "da, da, da" sound, and Lu Mingyun fell into thought.

Just then someone knocked on the door again.

"dong dong dong"

It was a slow and gentle knock on the door, afraid to disturb Lu Mingyun.

"What's the matter?" Lu Mingyun asked without opening his eyes.

Mo Zhu outside the door said, "Master, Miss Hongdou is here."

Hongdou and Luyao, who was crying outside Jingxiangyuan that day, were both Lu Mingyun's maids. They served him when he was fifteen years old and could speak fluently.

Later, Lu Mingyun got tired of them jumping around in front of him all the time, so he moved them out of the yard. Although they were not concubines, they lived in the small yard like concubines.

They were never promoted to concubines. On the one hand, they were just maids and it didn't matter. On the other hand, it was also considered bad if the news got out that Lu Mingyun had so many concubines even though he hadn't married yet.

"Tsk," Lu Mingyun was annoyed, "You're nosy! Get out of here!"

But Lu Mingyun couldn't explain clearly what he was angry about, or perhaps he didn't dare to get angry at the person he was angry with.

Anyway, he is very annoyed now.

Mo Zhu responded and left, and soon made up an excuse to "invite" Hong Dou, who was guarding the back door, to leave.

Now there are only two women left by the young master's side, one of whom is pregnant and under house arrest, so the remaining one naturally has some thoughts.

Hongdou was sold by her family when she was eight years old, but because she was pretty, she was bought by the marquis's mansion to be a maid. When she was sixteen, she was able to serve the young master and became his concubine.

She was a woman, and she sold herself to the Marquis's Mansion, and now she was the young master's woman.

Her life wasn't difficult, but she was worried about the future every moment.

No matter what, she wanted a child with the young master. Only in this way could she gain a foothold in the Marquis' Mansion!

So today she mustered up the courage to wear her best clothes, made the young master's favorite osmanthus cake and went to see him, but she didn't expect that the young master would not even see her.

Hongdou returned to her own courtyard feeling ashamed and aggrieved. Although it was called a small courtyard, it was actually remote and small.

After all, she is not a concubine and has no children.

Thinking of this, Hongdou closed the door sadly, turned around, leaned against the door and sobbed softly.

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Li Mofu in Jingxiangyuan next door was still sleeping. He didn't know what happened in the yard next door, nor could he predict how much psychological trauma Hongdou would bring to him in the future.

He was sleeping soundly at this moment. In his dream, his roommate brought back fried chicken, which was the favorite of both children and adults!

He excitedly wanted to ask for a bite to eat, but was ruthlessly rejected by his roommate.

Li Mofu was not convinced. He was extremely hungry and kept asking for chicken legs to eat.

But his roommate refused to give it to him. Not only did he not give it to him, he also gave it to other roommates and refused to give it to him, saying that he was the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

Li Mofu was furious and shouted, "I want to eat chicken! If I don't eat it, I will really die!"

The shout startled Guozi, who was holding the mouth-watering chicken, and even Mo Yi, who was wiping the stone table and chairs, was stunned.

Li Mofu, who had roared, also woke up. He sat up stupidly, sniffing the fragrant smell of meat in the air, and his mouth watered.

"...Mr. Li, the young master said that you can eat meat now, and he specially asked the kitchen to make some mouth-watering chicken. Please get up quickly." Guozi reacted and put the mouth-watering chicken on the stone table.

Li Mofu immediately left the rocking chair, put on his shoes, and sat on the stone chair, "Eat meat, eat meat!!"

Mo Yi stood aside speechlessly and watched Li Mofu tear off a chicken leg without even washing his hands, stuffing it into his mouth with an expression of happiness on his face.

"..." Mo Yi couldn't bear to watch.

Guozi, however, smiled and poured him a cup of tea, then took the opportunity to say, "Sir, you'll have to take medicine after eating meat this time."

"Hahahaha, I'm alive!" Li Mofu swallowed the tender, juicy and tasty chicken thigh and shouted with joy, "What is death? I won't die just to eat meat!"

"..." Guozi said embarrassedly, "Master, I need to take medicine soon."

Li Mofu finished a chicken leg in two or three bites, agreed with his mouth, and did not forget to tell the menu for tomorrow, "Eat, eat, eat, and tomorrow I want to have roast chicken."

Mo Yi pursed his lips, with some disgust in his eyes. After all, this guy only knew how to play PUBG.

But then again, a kid from the countryside, who had been locked up in the Marquis's Mansion for so many years and had little knowledge, naturally thought that chicken was the most delicious thing.

Mo Yi sighed silently and felt that Li Mofu was quite pitiful.

After Li Mofu ate two chicken legs, Guozi took the chicken away.

"What are you doing? I haven't finished eating yet!" Li Mofu stood up and shouted vaguely when he saw it.

Guozi stopped and explained, "Don't be angry, sir. You haven't eaten much these days. If you suddenly eat too much now, your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

"...Then keep it and don't pour it out. I need to eat again after a break." Li Mofu said with a frown.

Guozi smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir, I'll save it for you and eat it later in the evening."

After hearing what he said, Li Mofu sat down and continued to eat the remaining chicken leg. Guozi left quickly.

After a while, Guozi came back with a basin of hot water and a handkerchief hanging by the edge of the basin.

"Young master, please wash your hands." Guozi said considerately.

Li Mofu was still chewing on the chicken bones, wishing he could eat them too. "Oh, leave it there, thank you."

Guozi stood by and waited for two minutes, but Li Mofu was still gnawing on the chicken bone. "Sir, don't eat it anymore. Throw it away. If you don't wash your hands, the water will get cold."

Seeing this, Li Mofu put the bone down and said, "Okay, okay."

After washing and drying my hands, the smell of meat on my hands was completely gone.

Li Mofu pursed his lips in a slightly regretful manner.

Guozi hurried away with the basin of water, while Li Mofu stretched himself, stood up, picked up the small cup on the rocking chair and went back to the room.

"Mr. Li, just leave the matter of taking things to Guozi." Mo Yi said behind him.

Li Mofu waved his hand indifferently and said nothing more.

Back in the house, Li Mofu half-sat and half-lay on the chaise longue with satisfaction. Although the name of this chair was not masculine enough, it was really comfortable.

Mo Yi sat down on the round chair next to the tea table. "Mr. Li, you had insomnia last night and didn't sleep much. You should go to bed early tonight."

Li Mofu opened his eyes and rolled them, "I was so hungry I couldn't sleep!"

"You've eaten a lot today, Mr. Li can now have a good sleep." Mo Yi continued his words.

Li Mofu snorted, "I still have two chicken wings and chicken breast left, so I can leave the chicken butt for you."

“…”Mo Yi.

After dozing for a while, the sky became completely dark, and Mo Yi went to light the candle.

As soon as the room was lit up, Li Mofu didn't sleep anymore. Ancient times were so boring. He was urged to go to bed at such a low time.

But it was also true that as a "male wife", he didn't have to "serve" the young master, and he couldn't ask others to "serve" him, so he really couldn't do anything that night.

Li Mofu laughed at himself, reached out to take the half-read storybook and started reading it.

A quarter of an hour later, Guozi came back with a large bowl of medicine in small steps, "Master, it's time to take your medicine."

Li Mofu responded and continued to watch. Mo Yi raised his chin when he saw Chong Guozi.

Guozi put the medicine down and said with a smile, "Sir, let me continue reading to you. Where are you at?"

Li Mofu's eyes were a little tired from reading in the candlelight. Hearing Guozi say this, he handed the book to him and said, "Okay, okay, page 15, second column."

Guozi took the book, glanced at it and began to read.

There weren't many candles in the room, just a few around Li Mofu, lighting up the area around him.

After all, there were only three people in their yard and the candles they were given were limited. If they were in the old yard, they would have to sleep at night.

Listening to Guozi's storytelling, Li Mofu finally picked up the bowl of rich and smelly Chinese medicine. Before he even drank it, his brows furrowed.

After taking a few deep breaths, Li Mofu closed his eyes and drank the liquid in gulps. He almost vomited after drinking the last sip.

"Young master, come and have some preserved fruit." Guozi took out an oil-paper bag wrapped in a handkerchief from his arms.

Li Mofu frowned and unwrapped the oil paper, picked up a piece of preserved fruit and put it in his mouth, and the bitter taste was suppressed.

After eating two, Guozi took the oil paper bag away again. "Sir, just eat two. We still need to eat chicken later."

Li Mofu had no other choice but to shrug and lie down. "Read for a while longer."

"Yes." Guozi continued reading.