"My biological mother, it's so dangerous. You almost killed me just now... ah!"
Halfway through, she suddenly screamed and rushed out of the kitchen like a madman.
"Director Ji, wait a minute!!"
The computer screen used a photo of him and her. If he saw it, wouldn't her "Sima Zhao's heart" be known to everyone on the street
In the living room, Ji Mo had already entered the password she gave him and pressed the enter key. As the computer started up and the screen was about to appear, Ye Qiao rushed over and bent down to press the key with his right hand.
Snapped!
The computer screen immediately closed.
Ji Mo was so startled by her that he raised his face and looked over suspiciously.
"Ye Qiao?"
"Um..." Ye Qiao raised the corners of his lips stiffly, thinking in a hurry, "I don't know how to use your gas stove, and it can't start the fire! Can you help me?"
"Let me see."
Jimo stood up and walked into the kitchen, and Ye Qiao rushed over quickly and stuffed the computer back into his bag.
"alright."
At this time, Ji Mo had already lit the fire and came back. Seeing that she had put away the computer, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in confusion.
"You are a patient, so don't work." Ye Qiao came over with a smile and grabbed his arm, "You go back to the bedroom to rest for a while, then lie down on the bed. Your stomach needs to be nourished, so you should take a good rest. I'll call you when the porridge is ready."
Nourish the stomach
You don’t need to raise it on the bed, right? !
Ji Mo was still protesting, but Ye Qiao had already pushed him into the bedroom without any reason, pressed him on the bed, took off his shoes, pulled the quilt over him, and patted him gently with his little hands.
"Then you rest for a while and I'll make porridge!"
After exiting and closing the door, Ye Qiao quickly slipped back to the coffee table and carried his bag into the kitchen. Then he raised his hand and patted his chest, letting out a long breath.
In the bedroom.
Ji Mo looked at the quilt on his body and shook his head with a smile.
He really didn't hear what Ye Qiao said to his mother before, but he heard her asking for advice on how to make porridge.
I thought she was good at cooking when I saw her driving style just now, but I didn't expect...
Knowing that she was upset because of his stomach, Ji Mo didn't intend to expose it. He took the phone from the pillow, entered a takeout APP, and ordered a meal.
At noon, she only took care of him and didn't eat much. Not to mention that he didn't have any ingredients at home. Even if he did, she probably wouldn't be able to cook anything else with her cooking skills. She couldn't have porridge with him for dinner.
More than half an hour later, the takeaway deliveryman knocked on the door. Ye Qiao came over and opened the door in confusion. When he saw the deliveryman outside, he just looked confused.
"Did you send the wrong one? I..."
“I ordered it!”
Ji Mo walked out of the room. His complexion had improved a lot, and his suit had been changed into comfortable moon-white casual clothes. He was always a bit aloof and taciturn, but he was somewhat gentle.
Ye Qiao was surprised at first, and then a little disappointed.
He was trying so hard to make porridge, but he was ordering takeout. This bastard, if he had known, she wouldn't be such a waste.
She half-heartedly took the bag from the delivery boy's hand, turned around and carried the food into the restaurant.
Ji Mo followed over and sniffed gently.
“It smells so good!”
"Why does it smell so good? Let me tell you, a lot of these takeaways are made from gutter oil. How can you make it yourself nutritiously?"
Ji Mo smiled apologetically, "I go to this restaurant often. It tastes pretty good. It's probably not gutter oil. You don't have to worry. Sorry, I'm not in a good state today. I'll definitely cook when you come again another day."
kindness? !
Ye Qiao turned his face and his eyes were filled with smile again.
"This is what you said, it's final!"
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Good night