Doted on his wife: uncle, love fiercely

Chapter 70 Does it hurt?
At seven o'clock in the evening, the smell of food finally came from the ancient house of the Bo family.

The faint aroma is also mixed with the smell of burning, and there are some strange smells.

Misha wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Although she is not cooking today, it is more tiring than doing it by myself!
The dishes on the table were finally finished after being ruined countless times, and it took nearly two hours!

When doing it for the second time, Mi Xia already wanted to make do and eat whatever he wanted, but Bo Xinglan disagreed and insisted on making a satisfying meal.

So I did it the first time, the second time, the third time, and the fourth time...

The dishes on the table also changed from dark "stones" to unknown dishes with a slightly recognizable appearance.

Mi Xia looked at Bao Xinglan's clumsiness, frowned as if she was undergoing surgery, and wished she could rush to help, but Bo Xinglan didn't let her move.

She could only watch anxiously.

Misha sat on a chair in the dining room, looking at the dishes in front of him.

Stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, the garlic sprouts look black... Forget it, at least the appearance of the meat can be distinguished.

Garlic Eggplant... Because the heat is over, there is no smell of garlic at all.

Tomato and egg soup, after trying N times, at least the eggs will not be burnt, but I just don’t know how it tastes...

Misha put the rice in two bowls, because it was Chinese food this time, so she put the chairs together and looked a lot closer.

At this time, Bo Xinglan came out with the last potato stew.

This dish is the best made by Bo Xinglan, because there is only one portion of potatoes...

With a serious face, he put the plate on the table.

Mi Xia glanced over and saw that the back of his hand was scalded red with oil, which looked a bit miserable.

"your hands……"

Mi Xia pulled her hand over and looked down, if he hadn't been blocking her just now, she wouldn't have been injured so badly.

"Does it hurt?"

Bo Xinglan looked down at her.

Misha blew lightly and raised her head.

"I always said that I can do it myself, but you insist on using my handbag like this."

Mi Xia raised his hand wrapped into rice dumplings to show him, and said helplessly, "It's just a small wound."

Bo Xinglan frowned, serious about it.

"Very serious."

Misha was helpless immediately.

Bo Xinglan didn't seem to care about his injuries. He must have not reacted to such a serious injury before, with blood flowing from his chest to his wrist.

"I'll give you some medicine."

"No need." Bo Xinglan pulled her back. "eat first."

The dishes on the table looked a bit vicissitudes. Mi Xia wrapped them in his right hand, and picked up the chopsticks with his left hand with difficulty. He tried several times but failed to pick them up.

Bo Xinglan frowned, and reached out to take the chopsticks from her hand.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked in a deep voice.

Misha had no choice but to point to the fried pork with garlic sprouts inside. "this."

Bo Xinglan held it for her and handed it to Mi Xia's mouth.

Mi Xia widened his eyes, looked at Bo Xinglan, and then at the chopsticks.

Bo Xinglan's gaze was firm, and the chopsticks were right next to her mouth, as if she would not move unless she ate.

The dining room was quiet, no one spoke.
Misha lowered his gaze, and slightly leaned forward to taste it.

As soon as she entered, she frowned.

This taste...

Very annoying.

Bo Xinglan had been observing her expression, and seeing Mi Xia frown, she abruptly pulled the plate of fried pork with garlic sprouts aside.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Misha hurriedly stopped him.

Bo Xinglan kept a serious face.

"Don't eat this."

(End of this chapter)