Chapter 235 This is too ridiculous
The next morning, Song Mo, who was dreaming, felt someone shaking his head and opened his eyes alertly.
When he realized it was Wen Kexin, he immediately retracted his sharp gaze.
I found that my young wife was not as gentle and affectionate as she was last night. She said with a tense face, "Who said to get up early to help me peel shrimp? It's already daybreak."
Song Mo then remembered that he and his young wife stayed up until midnight last night. How come it was already dawn after only a short sleep?
A real man must do what he promised!
He smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched his young wife's delicate and smooth face, and said with a smile: "Wife, don't pout, be happy."
“Bang!”
Wen Kexin tried to dodge but failed. She reached out and hit the man's retracted claws, and her tense face relaxed.
"Lazy guy, it's time to get up. If you don't get up, I'll spank you..."
"I'll beat you!" Song Mo said in a teasing tone.
Wen Kexin's pretty face suddenly turned red and she spat lightly.
The young couple joked around for a while, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the ward.
After Song Mo finished washing up, he found that his wife had already taken out half a basin of shrimps.
He sat down and took the time to help peel the shrimp.
I found that grass shrimps are not big to begin with, and there is not much meat after peeling off the shell. I also have to carefully remove the shrimp thread from the shrimp meat.
Although he can cook, he is really tired of this kind of manual work.
"Honey, peeling shrimp takes too much time. Can I help you with something else?"
Wen Kexin just wanted him to experience the hard work of peeling shrimps and cooking.
Grandpa is right. Men must know that being a daughter-in-law is not easy, then they will feel sorry for and care about themselves.
Of course she understood this truth. In her previous life, when she was busy studying and working, she had always wanted to find a man who was both capable of being a lady in the living room and a good cook in the kitchen, and who had the looks and abilities to make her heart beat.
In this life, although my fate was bad at the beginning, God sent such a man to my side.
Of course, you can't let men think that cooking is a woman's job. You should not only make him feel involved, but also make him listen to you.
When I think about how I've been handling everything on my own lately, it does seem foolish.
Now she is just an underage girl who needs care and love.
Seeing Song Mo's impatience, she said meaningfully, "Okay, then go to the stove and knead the dough, peel and chop the green onions, and wait until I finish peeling the shrimp before you come over."
"Alone?" Song Mo shook his head repeatedly. He liked being with his young wife.
Besides, he was not sure if he could make the dough well.
"I'm not going! I'd rather peel shrimp with you."
After finally peeling half a basin of grass shrimps, Song Mo breathed a sigh of relief.
“Finally finished peeling!”
"Do you think making wontons is easy? Even if you have good ingredients, you still have to work hard to make them. These days, seeing that you like to eat wontons after being injured, I made wontons several times, and I peeled the shrimps by myself."
In fact, she later used her mental power to peel shrimps in space, which made things much easier.
She just wants the man to know how hard she works and wants to train the man in front of him to be a good man.
Song Mo had no idea of these tricks, and immediately felt guilty, and said apologetically: "Wife, thank you for your hard work. As long as I am by your side in the future, I promise to help you cook."
"Not help me? Help us."
"My wife is right." Song Mo said flatteringly.
The goal was achieved, and Wen Kexin was in a very good mood. "Okay, pinky promise."
She stretched out her slender white fingers, and Song Mo reached out his big hand, one thick and one thin, and intertwined their fingers together, "Let's make a promise and never deny it for a hundred years..."
Next, Song Mo helped his young wife to wrap and cook the wontons.
The two of them carried the cooked wontons directly to the old man's ward and found that Dr. Jiang was examining the old man.
The inspection was completed quickly.
Doctor Jiang said happily: "Old Chen, I didn't expect you to recover so well. You can be discharged from the hospital after a few more days of recuperation."
"How many days until you are discharged from the hospital?"
"Four or five days."
Song Mo asked: "Doctor Jiang, can you take a look at my health? Can I be discharged from the hospital?"
Doctor Jiang said, "I went to your ward just now to check on you, but I found you were not there."
Song Mo said apologetically, "I went with my wife to make wontons. They are ready and sent to me."
"I'll help you take a look now!"
"good!"
Doctor Jiang carefully took Song Mo's pulse.
Wen Kexin put the wontons into a bowl and gave it to the old man.
Soon, the aroma of wontons wafted out. Doctor Jiang, who had just taken Song Mo's pulse, sniffed and praised, "The wontons are good."
Wen Kexin said enthusiastically: "Master, please try our cooking."
As she spoke, she served Dr. Jiang a bowl of wontons.
The wontons they made today are enough for four people.
Wen Kexin thought that she should eat less so that her master could also replenish his body. These wontons are made from space ingredients, and their nutritional value is absolutely amazing.
Song Mo was unhappy, so he gave one bowl to Dr. Jiang, as it was not enough for him and his young wife. This was made by the couple with great effort.
Then I thought, one should not be stingy, so I should eat less.
Doctor Jiang praised while eating: "The wontons are very delicious. Your cooking skills are great."
"Uncle Master, if you like, eat more."
As she spoke, Wen Kexin served Song Mo a bowl of wontons.
"OK!"
"Still eating?" Song Mo took the bowl of wontons and his expression suddenly changed.
Wen Kexin patted his shoulder gently, signaling him not to be so stingy.
Song Mo handed the wontons to his young wife and said, "Wife, you eat first. I'm not hungry yet."
In fact, he felt sorry for his young wife.
Wen Kexin saw through it and wanted to get another bowl of wontons, but the old man handed over the empty bowl and said, "Are there any more? Give me another half bowl."
"have!"
She filled half a bowl for the old man and handed it to him.
Dr. Jiang also finished his bowl of wontons, handed it over and said, "Delicious! Give me another bowl."
Wen Kexin scooped out the remaining wontons in the bowl and said, "Uncle Master, there's only about half a bowl left."
"That's enough!" Doctor Jiang muttered in dissatisfaction, "Why don't you pack more?"
Song Mo complained in his mind: The meal was for four people, but you ate two bowls by yourself, snatching other people's portions. You ate it for free and yet you complain that the meal was not enough?
Of course he couldn't say that, as he saw his young wife give most of the bowl of wontons to himself.
He also gestured to himself, and with an unhappy heart, he took a few larger fillings from the half bowl of wontons in his hand and gave them to his young wife. The half bowl of wontons in his hand soon became a small half bowl, and then he started to eat it in big mouthfuls.
The old man kept an eye on everything around him and found that Song Mo knew how to love his wife, so he smiled with satisfaction.
After Dr. Jiang finished eating the wontons, he realized that he seemed to have snatched the young couple's breakfast.
Although he felt embarrassed, he didn't show it on the surface.
"Song Mo, you can be discharged from the hospital now. Don't you want to go back to visit your family? You can buy a ticket and go home to visit your family."
Song Mo was overjoyed that he could finally be discharged from the hospital.
The old man interjected, "You are not allowed to leave the hospital until I recover and then we can leave together."
Dr. Jiang knew that his old friend had adopted his granddaughter.
She asked in surprise, "Old Chen, you have recognized Ke Xin as your granddaughter. Do you still need to go to the Wen family to recognize an adopted son?"
The old man said calmly: "Maybe!"
Dr. Jiang was petrified.
Given Mr. Chen's status and position, if he wanted to adopt a son, as soon as the news got out, he would definitely be fought over.
With such a foster father, I can lean on a big tree for shade and at least work less for thirty years.
Why does this old man want to go to a village thousands of miles away and adopt an ordinary farmer as his adopted son? This is too ridiculous.
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