Chapter 147 Rabbit Mom's Heartbreak. Rabbit Baby's Back Injury Covers Her Hair
Wen Yanyu hummed a cooking tune, wiped the blood around the wound a couple of times, and seeing that the wound had stopped bleeding, put on gloves and continued chopping vegetables.
Wen Yanyu's height is not considered short among men, but he is too thin and weak. The little bit of weight and energy he had managed to gain disappeared again after recovering from his serious illness.
Beneath her pale hair, her skin wasn't made to appear any darker; instead, it looked even more delicately pale.
He was fine when he was with those two; the boy always had a smile in his eyes and a relaxed aura.
But if they are not there, or even just far away, no matter how hard the person tries to hide it, the weariness and weakness that comes from their very bones can never be concealed.
Just standing there.
You can sense the sickness emanating from the other person.
A lifeless, listless exhaustion.
It made her completely give up on that extreme idea she had once had in mind, and she felt exhausted.
As a mother who has raised and cared for children, she often couldn't help but think when she looked at the other person, "This is a child who has not been properly cared for."
Even now.
Jiang Wanrou stood there, stunned, staring blankly at the boy's nonchalant and indifferent expression, her eyes gradually welling up with tears.
The thing she had deliberately tried to ignore and forget resurfaced in her mind. Reason prevented her from asking, but instinct made her speak.
"Does it hurt?"
She could hear her own voice was dry and trembling.
When he heard Jiang Wanrou asking him, he assumed she was frightened by the blood.
Wen Yanyu shook his head casually, his voice tinged with laughter: "It just looked like there was a lot of blood, but it's actually nothing serious. These kinds of injuries heal in less than half a day."
Jiang Wanrou simply asked her question again: "Does it hurt?"
Wen Yanyu paused for a moment, then lowered her head and continued chopping vegetables.
"fine."
After a moment of silence.
"A little bit."
Wen Yanyu answered very softly, almost drowned out by the sound of chopping vegetables.
Jiang Wanrou still heard it.
[Calling on my beloved brother to punish you! Calling on my beloved brother to punish you! Bunny! Don't take advantage of your husband's absence to do whatever you want!]
[Holding your hand while cutting potatoes is convenient, but it's dangerous! It feels like a method used by older generations, not by young people! You naughty bunny, where did you secretly learn that?! Give it up!]
[Aunt Jiang seems about to break down, haha, what to do about the little one not caring about his own health?]
[I always thought Wen was in better shape than in the first episode, but now I realize it's only when Fu is around that he seems to be doing better. As soon as Fu isn't around, he becomes listless again.]
[I've placed the order, and the rabbit fans are silent. Brother, you absolutely must stay with Rabbit, waaaaah! My Rabbit is in your care now.]
The vegetables have been chopped.
Noticing that Jiang Wanrou hadn't moved, Wen Yanyu turned her head and looked over, a smirk playing on her lips as she asked cheerfully, "Auntie, weren't you going to cook with me? I can't cook for so many people by myself."
The group had a clear division of labor: he and Jiang Wanrou were in charge of cooking, Lu Mingxu and Sang Huai'ren were in charge of grocery shopping, and the other guys who could cause a scene in the kitchen were responsible for serving the food, washing dishes, and cleaning up afterwards.
I'm reminded of a dog's burnt-tasting fried egg.
A certain leader tried to help, but ended up burning three pots.
Wen Yanyu: "..." People cannot, or at least should not.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wanrou suddenly snapped out of her daze and hurriedly went to the sink to wash her hands before helping out.
The two were busy in the kitchen.
While wandering around, I noticed my wife's injured hand. The two dogs immediately reached a consensus, peeking out from the doorway and running around the kitchen every now and then, asking if there was anything they could help with.
After more than ten days, I realized how mysterious their "kitchen-burning buff" was. They could even stand by the pot and the fire would inexplicably fail to start, and the natural gas couldn't be used repeatedly.
Thinking about the little life he might have left.
He didn't want these two dogs to die with him.
Wen Yanyu glanced at them expressionlessly and said to them indifferently, "You two, stop causing trouble here. If you're so bored, go play with Xiaoxue."
Without giving the two any room to react, Wen Yanyu waved her left hand like she was shooing away a puppy, and then pulled them with her right hand.
The kitchen door was tightly closed.
Light snow...
The name of that Border Collie plush puppy made of meteorite.
Fu Hanchuan: "…………"
Fu Zhiyan: "…………"
The two people, locked out of the kitchen by the glass door, exchanged a glance, each seeing disgust and resentment in the other's eyes.
The photographer, who had followed them in hoping to capitalize on the hype, stopped behind them while filming the four of them cooking.
[Help! Hahaha, I'm going to play with the kids. Poor kids, they're both being rejected by the little bunny. Poor hahaha. The little bunny's movements look like she's chasing a puppy! Is that something to say? Hahaha.]
[This isn't Rabbit's fault! They've grown tall but haven't learned any skills. Both of them are like idiots, useless at everything. They just stand there like pillars. Aunt Jiang helps pass things; the two of them just take up space when they go in.]
[These two always pretend to be busy every time they go in, but they actually don't do anything. Rabbit has seen through them and just kicked them out.]
[I hallucinated that I was kicked out of the kitchen by my mom after returning home for vacation.]
Inside the kitchen.
After the wound on her palm was treated and stopped bleeding, Wen Yanyu casually took off her gloves and began preparing food according to the recipe.
Xiaoyu and Mingxu each had two bowls of noodles, while the others ate rice. The fish and meat were divided into two portions, and the spiciness level was also divided into two portions.
Skilled at stir-frying.
Plate it.
With the last dish of spicy fish cooked, the four dishes and two soups were completed. The kitchen door was pushed open again, and the aroma wafted into the living room.
The group of people who were lounging on the sofa suddenly jumped up at the smell of food and ran to the kitchen.
The person in charge of cooking doesn't have to do any more work after cooking.
They bypassed the group of people who were pouncing like hungry wolves.
Wen Yanyu took off her apron and looked around before realizing that Fu Hanchuan and Fu Zhiyan were not in the living room.
A hint of helplessness flashed in Wen Yanyu's eyes. He had gotten used to the two of them avoiding him at the same time and talking about things he couldn't understand.
Thinking of the two of them, whose faces still held a deep resentment after he caught them in the act several times in the past few days, and their strange expressions as if they were plotting something.
I know I won't get an answer even if I ask.
Wen Yanyu sighed softly, deciding to leave the two of them alone and stop searching.
He looked down and sent a message to each of the two people, telling them to come downstairs for dinner. He then walked to the dining table and waited for the others to serve the food.
As soon as I sat down, a sharp pain shot through my lower back and abdomen with the movement, followed by an intense itching and soreness that traveled up my spine.
Wen Yanyu gasped in pain, her fingers trembling. She instinctively reached out to cover her lower back and abdomen, trying to touch the wound, but she forced herself to stop.
After a while, the soreness in my lower back finally subsided.
Only then did Wen Yanyu dare to reach out and gently rub her lower back to relieve the discomfort.
Since his last illness, the wound on his waist that was never supposed to heal has started to feel uncomfortable frequently, not with pain, but with a strange, sticky feeling.
It felt like something was slowly moving inside the crack, causing both itching and soreness. Fortunately, each episode was short-lived, lasting only three or four minutes, or even just a few seconds, before I could recover.
Fortunately, there was no unbearable pain, otherwise he probably would have had to leave early.
I went to the kitchen to get a cup of hot water and just missed what had just happened.
All that could be seen was Wen Yanyu rubbing her waist.
Jiang Wanrou was taken aback, put down her water glass, quickly stepped forward, and asked with concern, "Is it your back injury that's hurting?"
Jiang Wanrou's expression turned ugly as she thought about what she had seen, and her voice trembled as she spoke.
Wen Yanyu was taken aback, then waved his hand at the woman and explained, "It's nothing, I just moved too much when I sat down and accidentally strained my back."
Wen Yanyu's expression did not seem too unusual.
Jiang Wanrou pursed her lips, didn't ask any more questions, turned around and sat down next to him, and then said...
“My son Xiao Huai is a doctor. I asked him before, and he said that the kind of injury must be very painful after treatment. You can only rely on painkillers, but those painkillers have a lot of side effects, and it’s not good to keep taking them.”
Subconsciously wanting to close the distance, Jiang Wanrou blurted out, "Your brother Xiao Huai, he graduated from medical school and then went abroad..."
The words were not finished.
Looking at Wen Yanyu, who had suddenly quieted down.
In an instant, I realized something.
Jiang Wanrou's heart skipped a beat, and she looked flustered. She quickly explained, "Xiao Huai is the son of Lao Qin's comrade-in-arms. His parents were not alive when he was a minor, and he didn't have any other relatives around him. He was so young, and he was under a lot of pressure all by himself. Our two families are quite familiar with each other, and Xiao Huai knows us too."
“If we handed him over to someone else to take care of, Xiao Huai might not be able to accept it in a short time. He was going to take the college entrance exam in a few years. Lao Qin and I were worried about him, so we kept him under our care.”
Wen Yanyu glanced at the woman, his faint smile devoid of emotion, yet still gentle: "You've told me this many times, and I remember it all."
“He was the one who treated me when I went to the hospital before. I know that Brother Shenhuai is a very good doctor.”
After saying that, Wen Yanyu quickly looked away, blinking repeatedly to ease the stinging sensation in her eyes.
Jiang Wanrou froze, her eyes flickering with helplessness. Her lips moved a few times, but she couldn't utter a word for a long time.
"Mom... I've also found a few other doctors recently. I'll take you to see them sometime, okay?"
Having finally mustered the courage, Jiang Wanrou's voice softened as she stammered out her sentence, and she could only futilely escalate the situation.
"Also, I asked Lao Qin to look at houses. I don't know what happened to the neighborhood where you live. It's all been bought up and there are no buyers for it. I asked Lao Qin to look at a house near your neighborhood. I'll move there after it's renovated. It'll be more convenient for me."
Jiang Wanrou rambled on and on for a long time.
Wen Yanyu lowered his eyes.
No response.
Dishes were served one after another, and the aroma of freshly cooked hot dishes was irresistible. A group of people who had been starving for most of the day unconsciously swallowed and quickly sat down to eat.
Sang Yu tied up her long hair, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the bowl of noodles. Before she had even finished eating, she couldn't wait to stuff the next bite into her mouth.
Like a hamster hoarding food, its cheeks were bulging out, rising and falling with each chew, while it mumbled incoherently.
"Yan Yu, your cooking skills are really good. After the show ends, you must tell me the recipe for the sauce in the noodles."
The sauce added to the noodles wasn't bought online; it was made fresh.
Wen Yanyu smiled and agreed, "Okay, I'll write down the recipe for you when I have time. After the show, I'll make a separate sauce for you so you can taste it when you make it at home."
Sang Yu's eyes lit up, "Thank you, Rabbit... Yan Yu, you're so kind."
Time passed little by little.
After eating, I don't know what affected me.
Wen Yanyu lowered her eyes, her face gradually turning pale. She kept adjusting her posture in the chair, her hand moving to her waist, pressing on the part that was inexplicably starting to hurt again.
Fu Hanchuan glanced sideways at Wen Yanyu's subtle movements, then quietly moved closer and placed the plush dog he had placed behind his chair behind Wen Yanyu.
The hard wooden block against her back was replaced by something soft. Wen Yanyu was stunned for a few seconds before slowly leaning back.
Continue eating.
Duan Mufeng and Chu Xingbai were fighting over the last piece of stir-fried cabbage with vinegar on the plate, while Sang Yu ate her meal quietly.
Lu Mingxu has never been a talkative person, and with delicious food in front of him, he was even less inclined to speak, focusing intently on slurping his noodles.
For a moment, the group in the restaurant was unusually quiet, with only the sounds of chewing and the slight clinking of bowls and chopsticks.
[Hilarious! Fake deliciousness: lots of praise, but hardly anyone eats. Real deliciousness: abandoning diets and appearances, everyone quietly buries their heads in their food, afraid the rice in their bowls will be stolen.]
Why is Rabbit's face so pale? He's not eating much either. Is he not feeling well?
[Add one, add one! I've been watching him for ages! He barely ate any rice from that tiny bowl, and it seems like Bu Ai Ge has been watching him the whole time too.]
Does Wen Yanyu have a back problem? I saw him rubbing his back several times in the kitchen today, and he kept rubbing it while eating.
Sang Huai-ren swallowed a mouthful of fish from his bowl, then raised his hand and tapped the bowl and plate lightly with his chopsticks.
"Xiao Wen, how long have you been cooking this fish?"
A knocking sound drew everyone's attention.
The same applies to Wen Yanyu.
Upon hearing this question...
Wen Yanyu blinked and answered without hesitation, "After slicing it, I boiled it in water for more than ten minutes."
"The slices are quite thin, so I didn't cook them for long; they should be ready in less than ten minutes," Wen Yanyu added.
Upon hearing this, Sang Huai-ren chuckled a few times before saying gently, "You're lying. This meat tastes completely different from what I usually cook. Either you didn't control the heat well, or you didn't control the cooking time properly. You cooked it for too long, and the meat is all dry and tough."
After saying that, Sang Huai-ren used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish from the plate without chili, put it in his mouth and chewed it a couple of times. He then pretended to frown, took a tissue, put it to his mouth, and spat it out.
He put down his chopsticks.
He shook his head.
"This dish is the same; the fish was clearly not prepared properly, and it still tastes fishy."
"?" Duan Mufeng took two more bites of fish and rice.
Sang Yu, holding the bowl of noodles, turned it slightly in a direction where Sang Huai Ren's saliva couldn't reach it, and continued to inhale like a hamster.
Sang Huai-ren pointed to the dishes on the table and commented on them one by one. When no one responded, he looked up and found that everyone around him was silently eating.
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