Chapter 169 If Line: Chi Heng Chapter 2
"It's too cold"
"It's too hot, take it away"
"Can't you see the bowl is empty? You want a blind man like me to pick up some food? Then why don't you just sit here?"
"What's your name? Did you get this job through the back door? You have zero professional knowledge. That's pathetic."
...
Mingyue was originally filled with maternal love for her young husband, who was only 14 years old but had suffered a lot.
She wanted to take good care of Chi Heng from today until he turned 18.
As a result, just for standing aside and doing some small things like serving dishes and serving soup, she was criticized by the young Chi Heng more than a dozen times.
It turns out that his sharp tongue is a skill he was born with.
When he is not cursing, the boy with his head down chewing quietly has a delicate and perfect profile.
The thick and long eyelashes are not completely black, but appear dark brown in the sunlight, with a slightly curled arc, and occasionally blinking.
Blonde, quiet and beautiful.
Like an expensive doll in a shop window, or a nobleman from a comic book.
but--
With a "bang", the boy placed the silver fork on the porcelain plate.
Turning his head to look at Mingyue, he could see things vaguely as he had just regained some vision, but it was not clear as if he had severe myopia.
"Are you in a daze?" Chi Heng laughed angrily.
"Ha--how interesting! Is it such a boring and painful job to take care of my meals?"
"If you don't want to do it, get a good night's sleep tonight and leave tomorrow, okay?"
Several maids hid far away at the kitchen door and watched, not knowing whether to feel more sympathy or relief.
Linda stood nearby, clutching her sleeves tightly. She was about to step forward to replace Mingyue and say something nice.
For example, make Mingyue’s life story sound more pitiful, although she is already miserable enough.
She had just taken a step when Mingyue stepped forward and said:
"Master, I was just daydreaming, but I was thinking about your taste buds. ... Please wait a moment, I'll treat you to something."
Chi Heng blinked. In the blurry light and shadow, he couldn't see the specific expression on Mingyue's face.
She was so brave that she turned around and ran to the kitchen without waiting for him to speak.
He returned quickly with a bottle in his hand.
"This is my homemade beef chili sauce, made in the Chinese way... It's super spicy. I usually have a spoonful with a big bowl of noodles or rice. It's very appetizing."
"You can try spreading it on bread. It might stimulate your taste buds..."
The boy looked at a can of black stuff without saying anything.
Mingyue, who knew Chi Heng too well, immediately stepped forward and took action without saying a word.
She scooped a large spoonful and spread it on the buttered sourdough bread slice and handed it to the boy.
"Try it."
Mingyue knew Chi Heng well enough to know that if he didn't like something or didn't want to do something, he would immediately frown and then refuse with a sneer.
But he just fell silent.
That proves that he is actually interested.
really--
The boy took it with a strange expression, and under several pairs of curious gazes, he opened his mouth and took a bite.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Then the boy took a second bite, and then a third, his cheeks moving as he ate gracefully.
A few minutes later
Chi Heng put the remaining half of the bread on the plate and glanced at Mingyue indifferently.
Mingyue immediately understood what he meant this time:
The sauce wasn't enough, he needed more chili.
It seems to be really useful?
Mingyue bent down, scooped two large spoonfuls and spread them on the bread. The spicy smell of the hot sauce wafted over her, so fragrant that she couldn't help swallowing.
How spicy is this?
Don’t eat like this every day, otherwise you should call a proctologist.
Chi Heng picked up the bread covered with thick chili sauce and continued to eat. It was rare for him to have such a good appetite.
Because he did smell the spicy and oily taste, but it was very faint.
Just like adding only a few grams of sugar to a large glass of water, you need to taste it very carefully and attentively.
I also felt a slight stimulation on the tip of my tongue, which was a salty and spicy taste, also very light.
Even if he could only feel a little bit by feeling it carefully, it was enough to make him happy.
His vision was recovering day by day, and his sense of taste and smell hadn't changed in months, which was making him lose his patience.
Now that there has been a change, even if it is only 0.1%, there is hope.
After lunch, Chi Heng just glanced at Mingyue again and went back upstairs without saying anything.
Mingyue looked at the back of the 14-year-old boy as he left, feeling lonely and desolate.
My heart felt a tug again.
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Feeling sorry for a man is indeed the beginning of bad luck.
Mingyue was happy about Chi Heng's small change, but she soon paid the price for this rash move.
Uncle William, the housekeeper, was so angry that his brown-green eyes widened:
"The doctor said that losing the sense of taste and smell is a very complicated process... He also reminded me not to eat anything random... What if you cook something messy..."
After giving Mingyue a lesson, he fired her.
"Ming! You took the initiative to lure the young master into eating dangerous food. Who knows what he might do in a few days..."
"Your internship won't pass... For your aunt's sake, there's only a week left until the end of the month, so you can stay here until the end of the month, and your salary will be paid..."
Mingyue was dumbfounded.
No, you didn’t praise me, but you still want to fire me?
Chi Heng can eat flavorful things now, isn’t this a good thing?
The doctor didn't say anything. Uncle Butler, aren't you being too coercive and overbearing?
Unfortunately, no matter how Mingyue explained, apologized, or promised, it was useless.
Uncle William with a Mediterranean hairstyle glared at Mingyue, as if to tell her to get out without any room for negotiation.
Mingyue no longer had the heart to care about Chi Heng.
Anyway, he will recover slowly in two years.
According to Chi Heng's life trajectory, before he was 18 years old, he had built up the power left by his mother and dealt with all the enemies in the family.
Mingyue should now worry about herself. After all, where should she pack in another week?
"She" managed to save less than 20,000 federal coins.
According to the current prices, if you don't find a job quickly, you will end up living on the streets within half a year at most.
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Chi Heng returned to the second floor and walked into the study in silence.
Because his sense of smell and taste had briefly returned for half an hour, he was in a very good mood and his manic-depressive feelings had subsided.
The maid--
She gave him a strange feeling.
She didn't treat him as a patient, nor as a master who needed to be carefully served, but as an ordinary friend.
Yes, friend.
The young boy thought of the word "friend" and found it interesting, but he sneered.
Who is she to be his friend?
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