"What would An'an like to eat today? I'll have Aunt Li prepare it," Mo Jingchen said, pushing An Yiruo into the living room and carrying her to sit on the sofa.
"I want to eat snail rice noodles!" An Yiru said without hesitation.
"No, the doctor said you have to avoid certain foods. You still can't eat spicy or stimulating foods."
"Otherwise, I'll just have a small bite?" An Yiruo said to Mo Jingchen coquettishly, wanting a bowl of hot snail rice noodles right now.
“No. We must follow the doctor’s orders. Have a cup of hot water,” Mo Jingchen said, taking a glass of water from the coffee table and handing it to An Yiruo.
"What can I eat?" An Yiruo took the water glass, took a small sip, and handed it to Mo Jingchen.
Is drinking hot water when you're sick a universal practice among men across the country? She really wants to do a survey to see if the data is accurate!
"For example, personalized customization?"
"Personalized customization? What's that?" Mo Jingchen's words piqued An Yiruo's curiosity.
"It's a personalized order from my husband."
"Chen, you can actually cook?" An Yiruo looked at Mo Jingchen with some doubt, her eyes still filled with more skepticism.
“An’an, I did study abroad, and I managed my life there entirely on my own. So doing this is a basic skill for me.”
"But shouldn't rich young masters like you have maids and servants by your side when you study abroad?" An Yiruo sat on the sofa and continued to gossip as she watched Mo Jingchen.
"The Mo family has a very strict family tradition, and as the next head of the Mo family, I naturally have to be even stricter. When I was studying abroad, I didn't have any servants with me, only myself. I even received only a basic living allowance each month."
"I have to say, the script you've received as a young master from a wealthy family is a bit different from others. However, I'm really looking forward to the personalized script from my husband."
"Wait for me, it'll be ready soon!" The word "husband" instantly filled Mo Jingchen with energy. He rolled up his shirt sleeves and headed towards the kitchen.
"Aunt Li, I'll cook dinner tonight."
"Young master, would you like me to prepare some ingredients for you?" Aunt Li asked with some concern.
"No need, I want to personally handle every aspect of this meal."
Aunt Li smiled knowingly and left, leaving only Mo Jingchen busy in the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Mo Jingchen's work was carried out in an orderly manner. From washing vegetables to stir-frying, every step was done smoothly, as if he had been doing it for many years.
Mo Jingchen stir-fried a few vegetarian dishes and made a bowl of clear soup noodles for An Yiruo. When he came out of the kitchen, he was wearing a pink apron that seemed out of place with his status.
"An'an, dinner's ready." Mo Jingchen walked up to An Yiruo, picked her up, and carried her to the dining room.
“Chen, you can put me in the wheelchair. Holding me like this is too tiring,” An Yiruo said, sitting in the chair.
"It's not hard work. An'an is so light, it's easy for me to carry her." After saying that, Mo Jingchen picked up the chopsticks and prepared to feed An Yiruo.
“Chen, I can do it myself.” An Yiruo had never been fed before, so she felt very uncomfortable.
“You’re injured, let me take care of you.” Mo Jingchen picked up a noodle, blew on it, and placed it near An Yiruo’s lips.
"Actually, my left hand is injured, but my right hand can still hold chopsticks," An Yiruo said, taking a bite of noodles.
"An'an, don't move, you'll hurt your wound! Also, you have to give me a chance to show my care for you!" Mo Jingchen fed An Yiruo bite by bite, making An Yiruo suddenly feel very happy!
Just then, An Yiruo's phone rang, breaking the sweet atmosphere between the two.
“It’s my mom.” An Yiruo looked at the caller ID on her phone, which read “Mom.”
"Mom," An Yiruo said with a smile as she answered the video call.
"An'an, what have you been busy with these past few days? You haven't called your mother for several days."
"I've been a bit busy with work lately, so I haven't called you," An Yiruo said, using work as an excuse to hide the truth from her mother.
"Even when you're busy with work, you must take care of your health. Also, remind Xiao Mo to take care of herself too, and not to overwork herself." Just as Mother An finished speaking, the camera flickered briefly in the video of An Yi Ruo, and An Yi Ruo's arm appeared to be wrapped in gauze...
"An'an, what happened to your hand? It looks like it's wrapped in bandage?"
"It's nothing, just a minor injury. It's nothing..." An Yiruo became more and more guilty as she spoke, her eyes darting around, not daring to look her mother in the eye.
"An Yiruo, tell the truth, what happened to your hand!"
"I just had a minor injury, it'll be fine in a few days!" An Yiruo said softly, without any confidence.
“An Yiruo, do you know you have a problem? Whenever you lie, you can’t look the other person in the eye. Tell me, what exactly happened?” An’s mother knew her daughter very well and knew that she must be lying to her.
Seeing that she couldn't hide it any longer, An Yiruo told the whole story.
"An Yiruo, you've gotten quite bold, haven't you? You didn't even tell me about something this big! If I hadn't called you today, how long would you have kept it from me!" An's mother said angrily.
"Mom, don't be angry. I was just worried about your health, that's why I didn't tell you. Look at me now, I'm doing great, aren't I? The doctor said I just need to rest for a while."
"Tell me your address, I'll come see you!" As a mother, she said it but was still very worried about her daughter's injuries.
"Building B, 26th floor, Xinghai Bay Community," An Yiruo said respectfully, looking as if she had done something wrong.
After hanging up the phone, An Yiru glared at Mo Jingchen: "It's all your fault, you made me get scolded!"
"Okay, it's all my fault. How about An'an scolds me to vent her anger?" Mo Jingchen said with a smile.
"I'm not full yet! I'll scold you after I'm full. Otherwise, I won't have the energy."
"Okay, An'an, eat more. You'll have the energy to scold me when you're full!" Mo Jingchen continued what he hadn't finished earlier, feeding An Yiruo.
Just as An Yiruo was finishing her meal, the doorbell rang.
An's mother walked into the house. This was her first time here. Although she was a little dazzled by the luxurious decoration, she remained calm and did not embarrass her daughter.
"Madam, this way please," Uncle Wang said, guiding An's mother to An Yiruo's seat in the dining room.
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