The reborn husband returns

Mo Ying angrily asked him to add another bowl of meat.

For Mo Ying, one and a half bowls is just right, and if there is more than half a bowl, this meal must be full.

Jiang Huaisheng also knew it well, besides, when he was cooking, he also estimated the amount of food for the two of them. If Mo Ying's bowl was full, he would probably only be able to eat as much as the bottom of the bowl.

But he didn't dare to bargain right now, he only hoped that Mo Ying would calm down, so naturally Mo Ying added everything.

Although the steamed meat was delicious, Mo Ying felt a bit tasteless after two more mouthfuls.

Seeing that his eating speed slowed down, Jiang Huaisheng quickly put a cup of tea over.

The tea was last year's old tea, Yuan Abo picked it from the mountains, it was not a rare variety, so Jiang Huaisheng accepted it.

He is not used to drinking tea, and usually puts it on the table.

But right now, it's just for Mo Ying to relieve his boredom.

Mo Ying looked at the tea in front of him, and then at half a bowl of meat in the bowl. After eating so much, he was a little thirsty, but if he drank it, he would definitely not be able to eat the rest of the meat.

If it was in the past, he would throw it away without hesitation, or give it away to feed the pets in the mansion.

Thinking that Jiang Huaisheng bought it with money, Mo Ying was a little bit tangled.

Jiang Huaisheng couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind, he only found that Mo Ying couldn't take it anymore, he felt that this was a good opportunity to take the blame and make meritorious service.

So he called Mo Ying, and stared straight at the bowl in Mo Ying's hand.

Mo Ying put down his chopsticks, and saw Jiang Huaisheng's eyes following his bowl.

It looked like he saw something he wanted, but he didn't dare to open it. He wanted to laugh, but he just pursed his lips, "If you want to eat, go do it yourself."

"But my back hurts." Jiang Huaisheng said, supporting his waist with his hands, his face was full of loneliness, "I have to bend over to make a fire, and I have to raise my hands to cut meat..."

His words touched Mo Ying's heartstrings again, but right now he was angry with Jiang Huaisheng, and he was in a hurry to help Jiang Huaisheng, but he couldn't do such a thing, and let Jiang Huaisheng eat his leftovers... …

Mo Ying was struggling, Jiang Huaisheng stretched out his arms across the table and brought the bowls and chopsticks over.

"Why..." When Mo Ying reached out to grab it, she saw Jiang Huaisheng stuffing a piece of meat into his mouth with his used chopsticks.

Although he didn't have the habit of biting chopsticks, no matter what, the chopsticks touched his lips.

Now seeing Jiang Huaisheng carelessly using it, Mo Ying couldn't help but blush, and he quickly picked up the tea on the table to cover it up.

The tea is warm and slightly bitter in the mouth, which also eliminates the rising greasy feeling.

Holding the teacup, Mo Ying bent her eyes, and when she looked up, she saw the smile on Jiang Huaisheng's face that she hadn't had time to put away.

Jiang Huaisheng felt uneasy, but the whole afternoon was safe and sound.

He divided the meat into pieces, and went out to find a lot of things. When he came back to marinate the pig's head, Mo Ying was still watching the fire for him.

His fair face was flushed with smoke, his eyes were bright, and he asked him if the heat was okay.

Jiang Huaisheng's heart was full of thoughts, and he could only spit out a line, but when he turned around, he smiled wryly.

After marinating the meat all afternoon, even Mo Ying heaved a sigh of relief when the last two pieces came out.

Jiang Huaisheng wiped his sweat for him, seeing that Mo Ying didn't wave his hand away, he showed his skills even more for dinner, making three or four tricks with braised pork.

Seeing that Mo Ying was eating happily and didn't mention anything about the lunch, Jiang Huaisheng felt that it was over.

He touched his waist, thinking that Mo Ying would not let him sleep on the ground with his injuries, so he wiped his body, changed his clothes and went back to the house.

But as soon as he entered the door, he saw Mo Ying sitting on his knees laying a cushion on the ground.

Jiang Huaisheng just pretended he didn't see it, walked straight to the bed, took off his shoes and walked on the bed, occupying half of the bed like a fool.

Mo Ying looked up at the person who got off the bed, and was shocked by Jiang Huaisheng's face, but he didn't intend to let Jiang Huaisheng sleep on the ground.

Jiang Huaisheng struggled just to bend down, and if he sat on the ground, he might scream again.

Jiang Huaisheng lay down for a while, seeing that Mo Ying didn't urge him to get up, his eyelids moved, and he opened a slit to look at Mo Ying, and saw that Mo Ying was already sitting on the floor, pulling the thin quilt with his hands, As if planning to fall asleep.

He quickly opened his eyes, "Yingbao, what are you doing?"

"I'm afraid that if you accidentally kick you out of bed at night and aggravate your injury, I'd better sleep on the ground for the next few days." Mo Ying looked normal.

Jiang Huaisheng's heart beat wildly, no wonder he behaved so normally during the day, so they were all waiting for him here.

He licked his lips, and said anxiously, "It's cold on the ground, and we've slept for so long, I don't know if you kick people or not."

"You also know." Mo Ying stopped holding the quilt, he sat on the floor, raised his head slightly, and looked at Jiang Huaisheng.

This is not a question, but a certainty.

It also shows that he deliberately separated from Jiang Huaisheng.

Jiang Huaisheng also noticed this, and complained endlessly in his heart, but still pretended to be stupid, persuading Mo Ying to go back to bed and sleep.

The two of them stalemate for a while, and Mo Ying knew that there was no result, so she planned to lie down and sleep.

Seeing that he couldn't convince Mo Ying, Jiang Huaisheng simply clutched his waist and howled.

His voice seemed to be in extreme pain, Mo Ying didn't intend to care about it, but after listening to it for a while, he couldn't help but sat up.

"Yingbao, my waist hurts so bad, did I hit a bone? Will I not be able to use my waist anymore?" Jiang Huaisheng buried his head on the pillow, humming, asking questions one after another.

Mo Ying had no choice but to walk over to look at the bruise on the back of his waist, and said concisely, "No."

"Oh," Jiang Huaisheng's voice was a little low, "Is it necessary to take medicine? If my waist is not good, will you dislike me even more?"

Mo Ying had no choice but to rub the wound with ointment for him. Annoyed by Jiang Huaisheng, she said again, "If your waist can't heal, I'll take your money and run away, and let you fend for yourself."

After he finished speaking, Jiang Huai breathed a sigh of relief, but Yu's shoulders were still shaking. When Mo Ying finished rubbing the ointment, there was no sign of stopping.

Mo Ying took the ointment, feeling a little guilty, so he just said that it is definitely impossible to abandon Jiang Huaisheng, but is Jiang Huaisheng serious?