Newly married wrong love, blaming ex-wife

Chapter 106 Useless

As Ling Ze said, it would still be vomited anyway, so eating it would be a waste.

She buried her face on her knees, telling herself that she couldn't sleep, and if she fell asleep, she would really burn the house down.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and she always kept her eyes open. Sometimes when she was extremely sleepy, she would pinch herself. I don't know how many wounds and blue marks she had caused, until she turned off the fire. At that time, it was a sigh of relief.

Open the pot, the soup inside has been boiled very white, the umami taste of the old hen is also concentrated in it, ginger and onion, etc., also perfectly remove the fishy smell inside, let this pot of soup, When it is delicious, it also has a unique fragrance.

Mu Tianen took the bowl, scooped one for herself, and drank it in small sips. When the bowl of thick soup was eaten, it seemed like a burst of hot air rose from her stomach, even the The discomfort that I always thought of as abdominal distension has also eased at this time.

After finishing a bowl of soup, she scooped up another bowl for herself, and this bowl was quickly finished again.

This soup is really delicious, and it's also very nourishing, but after two bowls, she didn't feel hungry, and even the discomfort of wanting to vomit was gone at this time.

At this time, Ling Ze suddenly opened his eyes, and sat up, as if he was attracted by a smell.

He opened the door directly and found the place just by using his nose.

That's his kitchen.

What's in the kitchen?
And he walked over in three steps at a time. When he was standing at the door, he saw Mu Tianen holding a small bowl, continuously drinking the soup in the pot, from him to Now, I have already seen her drink three bowls, and she will continue to drink.

This soup, old hen soup.

"Mu Tianen!"

Ling Ze almost gritted his teeth, this is his soup, his old hen soup, why should she drink it?

But now Ling Ze seems to have forgotten that this is not his old hen soup, but made by Mu Tianen, so this soup follows Mu Tianen's surname Mu, not Ling.

It's polite for someone to give him a drink. If someone doesn't want to give him a drink, it's only natural for him to eat alone.

Mu Tianen took the bowl again, and put another bowl in the bowl. Ling Ze thought it was for him, and he even stretched out his hand, which was something he had never seen before. Taking a shot is also a kind of stupidity that he has never done before.

The moment he stretched out his hand, he already regretted it. What's more, he immediately wanted to withdraw his hand and find some excuses.

In the end, he didn't have time to think of a reasonable excuse, but he just stood there in a daze, and even his outstretched hand froze in the air.

Seeing that Mu Tianen picked up the bowl, he didn't give it to him at all, no, it's not that she didn't give it to him, but she didn't realize that there was an extra person here at all.

She put the bowl in front of her and drank it within a short while.

"Mu Tianen!" Ling Ze said again, this sentence was more than gnashing his teeth, he wanted to strangle him to death.

Mu Tianen turned around after knowing it, and of course saw Ling Ze.

And Ling Ze snatched the bowl from her directly, and scooped the soup for himself with the spoon.

Fan'er, a good domineering president, was completely on strike because of a bowl of soup.

For a bowl of soup, people who don't even want their faces are here.

But can Ling Ze be blamed?Ling Ze's memory of this bowl of soup has been rooted in his heart for more than ten years, and he can't forget it at all, and the soup in this memory has made him miss it for a long time.

He once drove for a whole day for this bowl of soup, but he still couldn't find the old nanny. Maybe what he was looking for was not just soup, but a memory from the past, and also himself.

Now this bowl of soup unexpectedly appeared, right in front of him, right next to his mouth.

It's just that after he scooped it for a long time, he found that there was no soup in the pot. He tried for a long time, and almost poured the pot, but in the end, only a small bowl of soup came out.

No, maybe there is not half a bowl, just a bottom of the bowl.

He put the bowl near his mouth, but he also forgot who the bowl belonged to, it belonged to Mu Tianen, the Mu Tianen he hated the most.

He couldn't help but took a sip.

Really, it's the original Jishou
Still the same taste as the original.

"How do you know how to make this soup?"

Ling Ze asked Mu Tianen, staring at her pair of light gray pupils.

"I learned it from an old woman."

Mu Tianen picked up the pot, and then walked to the pool, ready to clean the pot.

Ling Ze tightly clenched the bowl in his hand, and with a bang, he dropped the bowl to the ground.

"Mu Tianen, what else did you do to spy on my privacy so much?"

Mu Tianen lowered her eyelashes and turned on the faucet. The water splashed from the faucet also splashed on her face from time to time.

What else can she do?
She didn't do anything, but she was kind-hearted when she was in school when she was a child, and she helped an old woman carry vegetables upstairs for a year. This soup was taught to her by the old woman, and it was only later that she found out that the soup was also made by Ling Ze. like.

That's it.

if that's wrong

Her body froze suddenly, and a heat source came from behind her. It was very warm and very cold, but it also terrified her.

Even the goosebumps on her neck were raised.

"Mu Tianen."

Ling Ze suddenly got close to her, also on the side where her hearing was intact, so that she could easily hear his voice, and also felt his breath.

"It's useless."

Mu Tianen's fingers froze, and his body froze.

"It's all useless."

"In my whole life, even if I like a dog, I will never like you."

Mu Tianen tugged the corner of her lips lightly, and then turned on the faucet a little wider, the water splashed on her face from time to time, even her eyes seemed to have some water splashes.

She wiped her face with her sleeve, her light gray pupils were always full of moisture.

With a bang, she heard the sound of closing the door outside, and everything became quiet, no, it wasn't quiet, it was a kind of noise, such as the buzzing sounds she heard in her left ear.

After washing the pot and putting it away, she squatted down and picked up the pieces on the ground, but with a hiss, she felt her finger hurt, and a drop of blood followed her finger flowed down.

She quickly put her fingers in her mouth, and all she tasted was a bloody smell.

She wiped her face again with her sleeve, and the sight in front of her eyes was blocked by something, and the white haze could not be broken through until she blinked hard a few times, but the corners of her eyes rolled down A lot of water drops.

(End of this chapter)