Chapter 99 Zhaoyan, come and hug me
At that time, his father's life was hanging by a thread, and he could not have both, so he could only save his father's life first.
"Hmm?" Bai Zhaoyan paused and tilted her head to look at him. "Why are you asking this?"
"Haven't you had enough of the good life? Want to quarrel?"
Cen Ran's back stiffened, and his hair stood on end. "No, how is that possible?"
"I'm sleepwalking, don't be angry, sister." He shamelessly kissed Bai Zhaoyan.
Bai Zhaoyan didn't hide. He scooped up the lemon leaves with a knife and put them into the ceramic plate. "I'm not angry. If I were in your shoes, I would make the same choice as you."
"Don't dwell on things that have already happened and are in the past." She shook her head. "You seem to be more troubled than I am."
She never dwells on things, she just gets angry when she wants to, and then she gets over it once she resolves it.
Cen Ran felt soft in his heart and wanted to hold her face and kiss her again.
Bai Zhaoyan quickly dodged, "Go away, your hands are covered in starch."
Cen Ran looked down and saw that his fingers were indeed stained with a layer of white powder. He patted it off, but it still felt slippery, so he turned around and washed his hands.
At this moment, Mo Wang walked in with a backpack on his back. Seeing Bai Zhaoyan and Cen Ran in the kitchen, he put down the backpack calmly.
Cen Ran turned around when he heard the noise and immediately gave Bai Zhaoyan a cold look, "Zhaoyan, look, Mo Wang still remembered to come back."
Mo Wang pursed his lips, took out two handfuls of cowpeas, a handful of water spinach, a bunch of peppers, and a large watermelon from his backpack and put them down.
"Sorry, I'm late. Let me come." Mo Wang walked to Bai Zhaoyan's side. "The watermelons in the field are ripe. I picked one and gave one to my father."
"Yes." Bai Zhaoyan nodded as he made way, picked up the watermelon and handed it to Cen Ran. "Put it in the well water and freeze it. Eat it tonight."
Seeing that Bai Zhaoyan was indifferent to his provocation, Cen Ran felt that he was not as important as Mo Wang in her heart. He curled his lips unhappily and said, "I know."
Mo Wang skillfully put on an apron, washed his hands, and began to cook. He listened to Cen Ran's footsteps as he walked away. "Zhao Yan, I ran into Xi Chen on my way back just now. He said Jiao Yue's appetite has increased significantly over the past two days. She might be pregnant."
Bai Zhaoyan moved a small stool and sat down to pick cowpeas. "Really? So soon?"
It's only been a few days, and the bright moon is so awesome.
Mo Wang responded, "Xi Chen is not sure either. He said Jiaoyue noticed that his nose is not a nose and his eyes are not eyes these past two days."
In order not to upset his wife, Xi Chen hid away in a wronged manner.
"That's good news." With a snapping sound, finger-length cowpeas fell into the colander. "I'll go check it out tomorrow."
The tiger cubs are about four months pregnant, which is around the snow season and New Year's time.
Bai Zhaoyan was very happy that she could get points back when her baby was born.
Mo Wang put down the kitchen knife in his hand, walked over to Bai Zhaoyan and squatted down.
Bai Zhaoyan paused while picking cowpeas. "What's wrong?"
"Zhao Yan, don't work too hard."
Not only does she have to manage the Qingyan tribe, but she also has to arrange Yun Qian's wedding. When she is at home, she is not idle either, occasionally cooking and taking care of the cubs.
He really felt that Zhaoyan had a hard time.
"Huh?"
Mo Wang leaned forward with his elbows on the side of the sieve and said, "How about you teach me how to sew clothes? I can help you after I learn it?"
He couldn't sew clothes, and it was already difficult for him to sew a few pieces of cloth together, let alone embroider on them.
"You want to learn?"
Mo Wang nodded and said that once he learned how to make clothes, he could make clothes for Zhaoyan, Ping'an and Xile.
"I want to learn."
"Okay, I'll teach you later." Bai Zhaoyan continued picking cowpeas. "Let's go cook first. We'll talk after dinner."
Mo Wang followed his words and returned to the stove. After a while, Yao Ze walked in from the door, went straight into the kitchen, and hugged Bai Zhaoyan, "I'm back."
Bai Zhaoyan's eyes curved and she smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, Aze."
"It's not hard." Yao Ze picked up the colander and went to fetch water to wash the vegetables. "The wolf tribe members have been mostly settled. No one resisted. They are quite obedient."
"It's Mo Su's mother who has been asking to meet Mo Wang."
He glanced at Mo Wang, but Mo Wang seemed not to hear him.
Bai Zhaoyan stood up, picked up the broom, and swept the garbage on the ground into the dustpan. "Why do you have to see Mo Wang?"
There probably isn't any affection between them.
Yao Ze laughed with an ambiguous tone, "She is said to be Mo Feng's wife. As Mo Feng's biological son, Mo Wang should provide for her in her old age."
Mo Wang paused in adding firewood.
Bai Zhaoyan: “…Wow.”
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Lian Shuang formed a pact with Mo Feng and served as the chief's wife for many years, never enduring hardship. However, she bore only one child, Mo Su. Now that both Mo Feng and Mo Su are dead, she feels resentment and hatred, but also knows that she alone cannot shake Bai Zhaoyan's power, and she seeks revenge for Mo Feng and Mo Su.
She still has to live, she has to find someone to rely on again.
Before marrying Mo Feng, she and Qing Song were good friends. But times had changed, and when she saw all the males in the tribe looking past her and onto Qing Song, Lian Shuang couldn't help but feel jealous.
She is Mo Feng's accomplice.
Lian Shuang thought that after all, she had raised Mo Wang for several years, although she was not very nice to him.
But he deserves to call me "Mom" and take care of me in my old age.
Now Mo Wang is the beastly husband of Qingyan leader and his status is not low.
Lian Shuang had seen Mo Wang from afar several times, and the Qingyan orcs greeted him respectfully.
As long as she can get close to Mo Wang, she won't have to worry about anything for the next half of her life.
Unfortunately, she still hasn't had the chance to meet Mo Wang.
Seeing that Mo Wang didn't say anything, Bai Zhaoyan leaned forward and asked, "Are you going to provide for her in her old age?"
Mo Wang's entire face was enveloped in the warm yellow light of the fire, and his cheeks were roasted hot by the fire in the kitchen.
The firewood burst into flames and crackled. He added another piece of wood and said in a deep voice, "She's dreaming."
After saying that, he softened his tone and said, "Zhao Yan, go wait outside. It's too hot here."
He couldn't stand the heat, and Zhaoyan would get heatstroke if he did.
"Alright." Bai Zhaoyan fanned his face with his hands and took two steps back. "Then I'll be out first. Thank you for your hard work."
The two beasts said in unison: "It's not hard."
Bai Zhaoyan left the kitchen and stood on the porch, fanning herself with a fan, watching the sunset for a while. Ye Zheng and Lang Ye came in one by one.
Lang Ye saw Bai Zhaoyan from a distance, and immediately smiled happily. He strode up to her and said, "Zhao Zhao."
Seeing him sweating profusely, Bai Zhaoyan reached out and fanned him, "Why are you running in such heat?"
"I want to see Zhao Zhao sooner."
Ye Zheng followed him slowly, his eyes closely following Bai Zhaoyan, a deep light flashing in his sharp eyebrows.
When Bai Zhaoyan saw him, she remembered what he said in the morning. Her face turned red and she looked away.
Ye Zheng saw the shyness in her eyes clearly, raised the corner of his lips slightly, and squeezed Lan Ye without any hesitation, "Zhao Yan, are you hot?"
"Come and hug me, I feel cool."
Lang Ye stumbled two steps, and three question marks slowly appeared on his forehead, "???"
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