Lin Xiaomi shook her head without giving any face, "I didn't cook it for you."
Leng Yihuang frowned: "Who cooked it for?"
"Leng Xingye."
Hearing those three words, Leng Yihuang's brows sank immediately, watching Lin Xiaomi serve out the thick and fragrant chicken porridge, he stepped forward to grab it: "I'm hungry too, give me this bowl! Besides, you care so much about what he does, and there are so many servants, why do you still need to cook yourself?"
Lin Xiaomi was a little speechless: "Leng Yihuang, how old are you, why are you so naive! Have you forgotten that Leng Xingye is your son's lifesaver."
Leng Yihuang didn't appreciate it: "Without him, my son would definitely be fine."
Lin Xiaomi's expression turned ugly when he saw that he didn't eat oil and salt. She didn't give him a smile, but pushed him away, and was about to go out with the porridge.
Leng Yihuang moved his feet, stood in front of her, and looked at her quietly: "What kind of attitude is this?"
"Are you letting go?"
"… I'm hungry."
"Get out of the way!" Lin Xiaomi's voice suddenly rose an octave, and Leng Yihuang subconsciously moved aside in fright.
Lin Xiaomi pushed open the kitchen door, walked out with porridge, and could still feel the resentful gaze of the man behind him.
"There's still some in the pot, for you and King's Landing."
"… oh."
After a while, I heard a rattling sound, and Leng Junlin ran over to ask for porridge.
The two father and son each had a bowl, sitting at the dining table, Leng Junlin drank with relish, and Leng Yihuang felt a little tasteless.
Leng Xingye wants porridge and has a servant! Why is her sister-in-law feeding her herself!
accurate!
...
Lin Xiaomi went in with shredded chicken porridge and a few refreshing side dishes. Leng Xingye took a deep breath and moved his index finger.
"Can you drink it yourself? Or I'll feed you."
Lin Xiaomi looked at his injured shoulder and abdomen, one left and one right, no matter which side he moved, the wound would be easily stretched.
She made a gesture to feed him, and Leng Xingye shrank her neck back in fright.
"No, no, I can do it myself." He said, struggling to get up.
Lin Xiaomi was a little worried: "Can you do it? Be careful of the wounds on your body. In fact, you are welcome. You saved King's Landing. I am grateful to you. Besides, I am also your sister-in-law. I am injured. I should take care of you."
Leng Xingye sat up, his face turned pale, a layer of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, he took a few deep breaths, and then smiled: "Forget it, I still want to live a few more years, if that vinegar jar of yours sees it, Maybe you murdered me while you were not paying attention, I'd better do it myself."
Lin Xiaomi put the small dining table in front of him, and couldn't help but smile when he heard his words clearly filled with complaints.
Holding a spoon in his left hand, Leng Xingye struggled to eat bit by bit, but the porridge was thick and delicious, and when he heard Lin Xiaomi laughing, he raised his eyes to look at her: "What are you laughing at?"
Lin Xiaomi shook his head: "You two brothers really have similar tempers, both are so awkward and awkward."
Leng Xingye was a little embarrassed: "Who looks like him."
"Xingye, in fact, you have never been hostile to Leng Yihuang, have you? You are only playing against him on the surface, but in your heart, you are still brothers."
Leng Xingye sneered: "Who said that? Don't you know that I and Leng Yihuang are at odds?"
"Then why did you save King's Landing?"
"I've already said it. I wanted to escape by myself and saved him by the way."
Lin Xiaomi raised her brows: "Oh, I saved him by the way, and I almost lost my life to save him by the way, right? So, the good things you brought to Junlin every time you went on business trips were also by the way? It's always by the way, by the way, for three or four years?"
Seeing the playful smile on Lin Xiaomi's face, Leng Xingye's face was stained with a suspicious blush, he was forced to have no choice but to say: "Then... Junlin can call me second uncle anyway, I can't see death Don't help."
Lin Xiaomi smiled slightly: "That means you still regard Leng Yihuang as your big brother in your heart, doesn't it?"
Leng Xingye was a little impatient: "What's the matter! Are you trying to laugh at me? You have fought with him for a lifetime, but in the end you even desperately saved his son. If you want to laugh at me, just laugh."
Lin Xiaomi found that the two brothers not only resembled each other in their awkward appearance, but they also resembled each other even in this embarrassing and unrecognizable appearance.
Lin Xiaomi's voice softened: "How could I laugh at you, you saved my son, I said it, I am very grateful to you, I'm just a little strange, since you actually regard Leng Yihuang as your eldest brother, Why do you have to act like you are at odds with him on weekdays?"
"Xingye, I really want to know the truth, can you tell me? I don't want to see you two get along like this."
Leng Xingye raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Do you want us to reconcile? You should give up on this, Leng Yihuang will not regard me as a brother, he... He believes that the death of his parents is not related to me. It's about my father, I'm surprised that he didn't kill me for so many years."
"I actually have another question, and I haven't taken the time to ask him. I heard that you escaped from the dungeon in the south building. How did you know that there is a secret escape path?"
Holding the spoon, he scooped up the shredded chicken porridge in the bowl again and again, with an indescribably lonely expression: "Oh, if I say that my relationship with Leng Yihuang was much better than that between him and Leng Shaoyang ,Do you believe?"
Lin Xiaomi nodded: "Of course I do."
Seeing her curious look, Leng Xingye raised his eyebrows: "Want to know?"
"certainly."
"Then you have to promise me not to tell Leng Yihuang the content of our conversation."
"Well… "
"Then I won't say anything."
"Okay then, I promise you." Lin Xiaomi was really curious about what the two brothers were like before, but with Leng Yihuang's arrogant temperament, he probably wouldn't tell her.
Then she can only start with Leng Xingye.
With her assurance, Leng Xingye opened up to talk to her, including how he was mischievously tricked by Leng Yihuang when he was a child, but after he was arrested, he was always the one who was beaten.
It also included how Leng Yihuang pushed him to the ground and beat him until his head was covered in blood after he was bullied at school, and the three teachers didn't pull him away.
If it wasn't for what Leng Xingye said, Lin Xiaomi would never have imagined that Leng Yihuang, who is now mature and stable, and indifferent to others, turned out to be a ghost when he was a child.
He even punctured a car tire and stuffed a bamboo stick into the door lock of the teaching staff's office.
Lin Xiaomi couldn't stop laughing from ear to ear when he heard all these things, and fell down on the sofa with tears in his eyes.
"Did Leng Yihuang really do this? You wouldn't blame him for what you did, would you? He looks so steady, and he doesn't want to be so naughty at all."