The rich and powerful: the first lady of Mo Shao

Chapter 123 Can't Eat Chili

"I have been feeding this chicken for several years. My damn husband wanted to eat it before he died, but I was not willing to kill it. Now for the sake of your injured man, I am cruel and slaughtered it. It hurts!" Aunt Zhao stood in front of the cauldron, waving a big shovel and stir-frying back and forth, the chicken in the pan had already begun to emit a tangy aroma.

"Aunt Zhao, don't worry, I won't let your chicken die in vain. After I go out, I will definitely let the program group broadcast more of your home, so that you can realize your dream of being on TV once again." Leng Yan squatted down to fill the fire , sending straw in with a torch.

"I'm just pointing at you," Aunt Zhao picked up a large basin and began to put on a plate, "I will also announce my marriage request at that time, and you can help me post the photo I just gave you, maybe some rich man It just fell in love with me, and I don't have to stay in the mountains to suffer this living crime."

"Aunt Zhao, the photo you gave me is from 20 years ago. Isn't this deceiving the public?" Leng Yan put down the fire fork, and took out the black and white photo she stuffed for herself from her pocket.

"Aren't they all me 20 years ago and 20 years later? They haven't changed." Aunt Zhao took off the apron around her waist, walked to Leng Yan, and pointed to the tacky photo of herself wearing a big red flower 20 years ago, " This photo is my most proud representative photo. Back then, it was because of this photo that I won the competition of ten young men in our mountain. I chose a short-lived one."

Aunt Zhao's eyes dimmed, and when she thought of her dead ghost husband, she began to chatter about the clips of their love before, her cold words gave goose bumps, and she hurriedly cut off her memories, "Aunt Zhao, you have to put down In the past, I will definitely help you find a good one."

Aunt Zhao took Leng Yan's hand, shook it twice, and looked at her solemnly, "It's all up to you. In fact, I don't ask too much, as long as I'm similar to your man."

Dare to say, who dares to be like Mo Qing, a man like Mo Qing who is worth tens of billions, looks evil and is in his prime?

Looking at Aunt Zhao in embarrassment, Aunt Zhao squeezed out a smile, "Actually, a man like the filming man you met last time is not too bad."

Is it okay?He has 8000 million fans and is the hottest first-line student in China. If Aunt Zhao's words are to spread, she will definitely be besieged and bombarded by countless female fans of Xiao Jingnan!

Leng Yan's eyes were powerless, and Aunt Zhao patted her on the shoulder, "I'm joking with you, they are young and vigorous, and I can't bear them at my age!"

Why does this sound a bit awkward!Sneaking silently, he smiled awkwardly.

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"Squeeze more, men have bigger appetites." Aunt Zhao picked several pieces of chicken from the basin and put them into the bowls and plates that Leng Yan had prepared for Mo Qing.

"Okay, okay, didn't you say you still want to save some for the village chief?" He reminded Aunt Zhao coldly, stopping Aunt Zhao from continuing to put chicken in the bowl.

"The old guy ate a whole chicken from me last time, and asked him to go to the city to help me with some errands, but he didn't do it for several months. I don't count on him now." Aunt Zhao looked a little bit aggrieved.

The implication is that she puts all her hopes on Leng Yan, who suddenly feels pressured, but the words she promised are like water poured out, which cannot be taken back.

Came to the mountains, but took the job of being a matchmaker!
She glanced at the chicken in her hand sadly—she was really at a loss for a chicken in exchange for the arduous task of finding a partner for Aunt Zhao!
"It's time to eat." She put the dishes on the table in the cabin, picked up the crutch from the wall, and handed it to Mo Qing.

Mo Qing didn't reach out to pick up the crutches, but stood up from the side of the bed, strutted on his injured legs and walked towards the table.

Fortunately, the table was closer to the bed, so after walking a few steps, he supported the edge of the table and sat down slowly.

"Why are there chili peppers?" He looked at the red chili peppers on the chicken nuggets, his brows were wrinkled, and he had a hard-to-swallow expression on his face.

Leng Yan only thought he was picky, and looked at him helplessly and impatiently. Just as he was about to reach for the dishes on the table, he picked up the chopsticks and took a piece from it to his mouth. A pungent rush rushed into his throat , he choked and coughed several times.

Leng Yan hurriedly poured a glass of water from the kettle on the stove and put it next to him. He drank a few sips and continued to bite the chicken nuggets enduring his stomach discomfort.

Leng Yan saw his expression seemed to be very embarrassed, he had to pour water into his mouth to swallow after taking a few mouthfuls, like taking medicine, so he held the chopsticks he was about to put in the bowl and plate to pick up the chicken nuggets with his hand, "I can't eat it Just don't hold back, I'll cook some porridge for you!"

"I'm full." He let go of his chopsticks, stood up while leaning on the edge of the table, his face was frighteningly pale.

Leng Yan put the chopsticks that had fallen into her hand on the table, and stretched out her hand to help him, but just as her hand touched his cuff, there was a sound of Peng Tong, and the sound of the stool knocking over the ground.

He fell down beside the stool, squatting down coldly in fright, trying to pull him up, with all his strength, but he could only drag a little distance on the flat ground.

"Aunt Zhao—" She panicked and ran to Aunt Zhao's room. Aunt Zhao was knitting a sweater in the room. After hearing the cold rumor that Mo Qing had fainted, she hurriedly followed her to the cabin. On the bed, Aunt Zhao asked Leng Yan to stay and watch Mo Qing, and ran to find Uncle Wang by herself.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't let you eat chicken... You are too, you have to fight hard if you can't eat, why do you always like to be a hero so much... You always scare me so much, I don't even know you What are you thinking... What you are doing is completely incomprehensible, you obviously hate me so much... But sometimes I feel that besides hatred, you seem to have other emotions towards me..."

She held his hand, her voice was weak and trifling, and she talked for a long time, but she still didn't see him wake up, but she was still talking tirelessly, completely recklessly.

The light of the flashlight shone in from the drafty window of the cabin, coldly rubbed his red eyes, let go of Mo Qing's hand, and hurriedly opened the door.

Uncle Wang walked in front, and Aunt Zhao followed behind to help him carry the suitcase. The two walked in one after the other.

Uncle Wang inquired about the precursors of Mo Qing's fainting in detail, took his pulse again, checked it with his own simple equipment, took out his own homemade pills from the box, and handed them to Leng Yan, "This is a medicine to protect the stomach. This is because he was hungry for too long, and his injured body couldn't hold on before he fainted, so when he wakes up, make him some porridge to drink."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang." Leng Yan took the medicine, opened Mo Qing's mouth and stuffed it.

Aunt Zhao sent Uncle Wang to the fork in the road outside, returned to the cabin again, and volunteered, "Tonight we will rotate the vigil one-on-one. You will watch the first half of the night, and I will watch the second midnight."

(End of this chapter)