Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Jiang Mingyuan shook his head gently and comforted Dongdong with a smile: "It's just a small wound and it will heal soon. Don't worry."

Shen Qingyue just walked out of the bedroom, her eyes still hazy as if she had just woken up.

She saw Jiang Mingyuan sitting on the sofa with a bandage on his hand and a worried look on his face.

"Mingyuan, what's wrong with your hands?" Shen Qingyue approached, her voice full of concern.

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Shen Qingyue and said softly: "It's nothing serious. I accidentally cut my hand while cooking. It has been taken care of."

Shen Qingyue frowned slightly. She walked to Jiang Mingyuan, gently held his hand, and looked at the wound carefully.

"Will it hurt?" she asked softly, with a trace of worry in her eyes.

Jiang Mingyuan shook his head gently and comforted her with a smile: "It's really okay, it's just a small wound. I've disinfected it."

Shen Qingyue looked at Jiang Mingyuan's wounds, her eyes filled with distress. She sighed softly, walked to the medicine cabinet, and took out a box of band-aids.

"You always make people worry when you are so careless." There was slight reproach in Shen Qingyue's voice, but it was more concerned.

She walked back to Jiang Mingyuan softly and carefully put a band-aid on him.

Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of causing Jiang Mingyuan any more pain.

"This should be better." Shen Qingyue said, gently adjusting the band-aid on Jiang Mingyuan's hand to make sure it fit properly.

Jiang Mingyuan felt Shen Qingyue's tenderness, and a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes: "Thank you, Qingyue."

He gently held his fingers, trying to feel the condition of the wound, "It's much better now, don't worry."

After Jiang Mingyuan's fingers were carefully bandaged by Shen Qingyue, he stood up and prepared to continue cooking.

Shen Qingyue frowned, and she said softly but firmly: "Mingyuan, you are injured, you should take a rest and stop cooking."

Jiang Mingyuan shook his head slightly and insisted: "Don't worry, it's just a small wound, I can handle it."

Shen Qingyue's face showed a trace of anger: "You are always like this, regardless of your own body. Let me do it today, and you have a good rest."

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Shen Qingyue's worried and reproachful eyes, his heart softened, and he finally nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll trouble you today."

Shen Qingyue saw a satisfied smile on her face when Jiang Mingyuan finally agreed to rest. She said softly: "Okay, you sit down and rest while I go cook."

Jiang Mingyuan sat quietly at the dining table and watched Shen Qingyue walk into the kitchen and began to handle the ingredients skillfully.

His heart was full of gratitude, but also a little guilty. He wanted to cook for Shen Qingyue to rest, but instead Shen Qingyue took care of him.

Although Jiang Mingyuan agreed to Shen Qingyue's request, he did not really sit down and rest.

He stood up gently and followed Shen Qingyue to the kitchen, filled with the desire to help.

Shen Qingyue was busy, and occasionally turned her head and saw Jiang Mingyuan standing at the door of the kitchen. Her brows furrowed slightly: "Mingyuan, shouldn't you rest?"

Jiang Mingyuan smiled and replied: "I can help you a little, I won't be too tired."

Shen Qingyue looked at Jiang Mingyuan's insistence and finally said nothing, just sighed softly.

She pointed to some simple tasks: "Then you can help me wash these vegetables."

Jiang Mingyuan walked to the sink and began to wash the vegetables carefully, moving gently to avoid irritation to the wound. His heart was filled with gratitude. Although Shen Qingyue was worried, she still gave him the opportunity to participate.

In the process of preparing ingredients, the interaction between the two becomes more and more natural.

Shen Qingyue asked Jiang Mingyuan some cooking questions from time to time, and Jiang Mingyuan gave suggestions based on his own experience.

Occasionally when their eyes meet, they will see a smile in each other's eyes.

Such a simple joint activity made the relationship between them quietly heat up.

While Shen Qingyue was cooking, she would also approach Jiang Mingyuan intentionally or unintentionally, helping him adjust his bandages or caring for his wounds.

Whenever this happens, Jiang Mingyuan will feel a warm atmosphere surrounding the two of them, and a sense of happiness will rise involuntarily in his heart.

As lunch was completed, Shen Qingyue brought the last dish to the table. The aroma in the kitchen filled the kitchen, making people's mouths full of food.

Jiang Mingyuan and Dongdong were already seated at the dining table, looking expectantly at the delicious food on the table.

"Okay, everyone can start eating." Shen Qingyue said with a smile, a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Shen Qingyue gratefully, his heart filled with gratitude to her. He said to Shen Qingyue: "Qingyue, today's meal looks very delicious, thank you."

Shen Qingyue responded with a warm smile and sat down across the dining table.

Dongdong picked up the chopsticks excitedly, ready to feast. He looked at the food on the plate and couldn't help but praise: "Mom, the food you cook is so delicious!"

The three of them began to enjoy lunch in a warm and pleasant atmosphere. Every dish was carefully crafted by Shen Qingyue and tasted delicious, making Jiang Mingyuan and Dongdong full of praise.

Shen Qingyue occasionally asked Jiang Mingyuan and Dongdong for their opinions to see if there was still room for improvement. Jiang Mingyuan kept praising her and expressed that he was very satisfied with her cooking skills.

The conversation at the dinner table was light and cheerful, and the three of them shared daily little things and anecdotes. Occasionally, Dongdong would tell interesting stories about him at school, making everyone laugh.

As the lunch progressed, Jiang Mingyuan and Shen Qingyue's eyes met from time to time, and they could see the warmth in each other's eyes.

After lunch, Jiang Mingyuan took the initiative to get up and clean up the tableware, but Shen Qingyue stopped him: "You'd better rest, I'll clean it up."

Jiang Mingyuan smiled softly and did not insist anymore. He knew that Shen Qingyue was out of concern.

He sat back on the sofa and looked at Shen Qingyue's busy figure, feeling moved in his heart.

After Shen Qingyue put away the tableware, she wiped her hands and walked to the sofa, sitting next to Jiang Mingyuan.

Her movements were gentle, and her eyes were slightly tired, but at the same time they also showed a kind of warmth.

Jiang Mingyuan turned to her, with a hint of firmness in his eyes: "Qingyue, I want to go to your garment factory to see if there are any clues to find the answers to those unusual things last night."

Shen Qingyue was slightly startled. A trace of worry flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by understanding: "Mingyuan, do you think there will be clues there?"

Jiang Mingyuan nodded and said firmly: "I'm not sure, but I think we have to try. Maybe we can find something we didn't notice before."

Shen Qingyue was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Okay, I support you. If you need my help, just ask."

Jiang Mingyuan looked at Shen Qingyue gratefully, with gratitude in his voice: "Thank you, Qingyue."