proud of marriage

Tang Xin managed to break free from his embrace.

With a blushing face, he began to prepare the ingredients, but because his heartbeat was too fast, he accidentally cut his hand while cutting the meat.

Bright red blood dripped from a short but deep wound, and the cutting board was instantly smeared.

"hiss--"

She took a deep breath.

Chen Mo was peeling garlic. He heard the sound and looked over. His pupils trembled in fright at her bloody fingers. He dropped the garlic in his hand and walked over, "Did you cut it?"

"Ah."

"Don't move, I'll come."

Chen Mo washed his hands quickly, then held her hand, pressed the back of the wound to prevent the bleeding from intensifying, and then simply rinsed it under the tap.

Tang Xin's face twisted in pain, but she didn't make a sound.

"Do you have iodophor and band-aids at home?" Chen Mo's expression was a little gloomy, with self-blame and distress mixed between his brows.

"Yes, I'll go..."

"Tell me, I'll get it."

Tang Xin pointed to the cabinet in the living room, and Chen Mo dragged her into the living room, took down the medicine box, took out iodophor and cotton swabs, and disinfected her fingers.

He felt that her fingers were shrinking, but tried to remain calm.

"Fool, shout out the pain, show it, don't bear it, you don't need to bear it in front of me."

He sighed softly, stretched out his hand to touch the back of her neck, stroked her black hair lightly with his fingers, and said softly, "Sorry, it's my fault for distracting you."

Then apply Yunnan Baiyao powder to the wound, and stick it with a bandage.

Tang Xin's heart was filled with his obvious care.

It seems that all along, Chen Mo's likes and love for her can be seen and felt.

Not to mention her guessing and wandering.

Always reassures her.

"Stop being narcissistic. It's because the knife is too fast. I just accidentally missed it. It's not because of you that I lost my mind." She muttered softly, feeling like there is no silver 300 taels here.

When Chen Mo heard this, he couldn't help laughing, but he didn't pierce her thoughts floating on the surface.

After the treatment was finished, he said, "Don't touch the water again, I will change your medicine tomorrow."

"The food..."

"I come."

"Ah?" Tang Xin blinked, "It's not very good, you are here as a guest, and I will let you cook..."

"It doesn't matter, a family, don't speak two languages, it is right to cook for my daughter-in-law, not to mention, I also hurt my daughter-in-law, so I should serve her well."

Tang Xin: "..."

She glared at him angrily, and before she had time to throw the pillow she had just picked up, Chen Mo had already put the medicine box back, stepped into the kitchen again and started to get busy.

Xu is self-reliant in childhood, and Chen Mo's cooking skills are also good.

Tang Xin walked to the kitchen, leaned against the door frame, and watched his busy back.

Chen Mo was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves half rolled up, a pair of black suit trousers underneath, two slender and straight long legs gathered together, and a pair of black cotton slippers under his feet.

"Will you wear an apron? Don't get your clothes dirty." She untied the apron and handed it to him.

Chen Mo had just finished cutting the meat, and his hands were covered in oil.

He turned around and spread his hands, "Help me."

As he spoke, he lowered his head consciously and asked Tang Xin to help him put it on.

Tang Xin tiptoed slightly, put it on, then turned behind him, and tied the apron into a bow.

Mother Tang usually wears this apron more often, and it is pink floral.

It felt a bit weird wearing it on him.

Covering her lips, she smiled meaningfully, "Well, it's quite appropriate."

Chen Mo lowered his eyes to look at himself, chuckled softly, looked at her dotingly, and didn't refute, but said, "The kitchen is heavy with oily smoke, you go to the living room to sit for a while, and you'll be ready to eat in half an hour."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work." Tang Xin didn't show any pretense, she tiptoed and kissed his cheek, then quickly turned and left the kitchen.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, cooking still depends on motivation. Isn't this a lot more interesting?
Tang Xin wasn't idle either. She sat in the living room for a while and felt bored. Then she remembered that the sheets and quilts in his guest room hadn't been made yet, so she got up and went back to her room to get a new four-piece suit.

The furnishings in Chen Mo's house are all in cool white and gray tones.

So, in the blue-pink four-piece suit and the all-gray four-piece suit, she chose the latter.

Then I carried it to the guest bedroom, took down the original set in the guest bedroom, and put a new one on.

After she finished her work here, Chen Mo's food was almost ready, so she went to help with the dishes.

This is the second time for her to eat the food made by Chen Mo. Compared with the first surprise, she is more attracted by these delicious dishes.

"Thanks for your hard work." She filled Chen Mo with a bowl of rice, feeling a little guilty in her heart.

After all, she caught a plane at five o'clock in the morning, so she must have not had a good rest, and she had to cook for her.

She said, "I've already packed the guest bedroom for you, and I've pushed the suitcase in for you. After dinner, you can go and rest for a while. These dishes will be thrown directly into the dishwashing later. It's fine in the plane."

She bought this dishwasher for her parents the year before last, and she also felt that the old couple had worked too hard.

But Mrs. Tang always felt that using the dishwasher was too time-consuming and consumed electricity, so she washed it by herself in most cases.

Unless Tang Xin was at home for a few days.

"En." Chen Mo responded lightly, "When do you plan to let me visit your grandma?"

Tang Xin was taken aback for a moment. After buying everything, she curled her lips.

Tang's mother will be discharged from the hospital in two days, and her grandma and eldest aunt might come over to make trouble when she arrives.

"Tomorrow?" Tang Xin asked tentatively.

"It depends on your arrangement."

"Then let's go tomorrow, at 10:30 in the morning, there is no need to go too early."

After the two agreed on the itinerary, Chen Mo asked again, "Are there any interesting places in Lingcheng?"

"Fun?"

"Well, after more than half a month of rest, I always have to play and relax."

Speaking of this, Tang Xin was still a little puzzled, "Didn't you ask for leave? Why are you taking annual leave?"

"I called my husband and I'm on annual leave."

"He... agreed?"

"Why didn't he agree?" Chen Mo smiled, "During this time, the company's projects have been on the right track, and there are not many things. There are a lot of artists there who will be exposed to various evening events, and I am afraid there will be a lot of business entertainment."

"Too."

Tang Xin nodded. In this situation, she was similar. Anyway, the three months approaching the Chinese New Year were the busiest.

While the two were chatting, they quickly ate, Tang Xin packed up the dishes and threw them into the dishwasher.

But suddenly he was pulled back by Chen Mo, "Sleep with me?"

She blushed, "How old are you, do you need someone to accompany you to sleep? Sleep by yourself, I won't be sleepy..."

But before the end sound fell, she was picked up by Chen Mo and said with a smile, "Well, I'm three years old, just when I need my wife's company."