Chapter 117: Miss, he vomited blood again.
The atmosphere between Mo Yan and Nan Jia has indeed eased, but only because Mo Yan is no longer sultry towards her.
After Nan Sui left, the housekeeper walked to Nan Jia's room and asked, "Miss, Mr. Nan has already left. Do you want Mo Yan to stay in the utility room?"
Nan Sui Without Mo Yan, Mo Yan would return to his original miserable state, and the servants had already tacitly understood this.
Mo Yan withdrew his finger from knocking on the door. He stood at the door and listened quietly to the conversation between the two.
Nanjia said hurriedly: "No, no, no, he still lives next door to me."
She recently planned to nurse Mo Yan back to health, how could she let him live back?
But Nan Jia also realized a serious problem. The Nan family's servants' attitude towards Mo Yan was really bad. This problem needs to be solved urgently.
"Uncle Wang, summon the servants at home and I will tell them something."
"Okay"
Before Uncle Wang left, Mo Yan turned sideways and returned to his room.
Five minutes later, all the servants were summoned to the restaurant.
Mo Yan stood at the corner of the second floor, staring downstairs.
Nan Jia looked at the people around him seriously and said: "I summoned you today just because I want to tell you something. Don't embarrass Mo Yan in the future. It turns out that I am ignorant. I have figured it out now. . He will be the young master of the Nan family from now on. You should respect him."
"Miss Nan, this..."
The servants were very surprised by Nanjia's words. Why did the young lady's attitude change so quickly?
Nan Jia said coldly: "No objection. If I find out that you are disrespectful to Mo Yan in the future, I will expel you directly."
"Yes"
Mo Yan Leaning against the wall, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but the emotion in his eyes was unpredictable.
The young master of the Nan family? Nanjia's attitude towards him has really changed? Isn't she just having fun? It's just that this change was so sudden.
Could she know something?
In the afternoon, Mo Yan went downstairs.
"Rumble" There was a loud sound in the kitchen. Mo Yan subconsciously glanced at the kitchen and saw that the person working in the kitchen was Nan Jia. He was suddenly curious.
The eldest lady who has no fingers in the spring water is actually cooking?
Don’t she dislike the kitchen?
What does this have to be for Nanjia to do it himself?
Mo Yan walked to the kitchen: "What are you doing?"
"Making medicinal food" Nan Jia's hands kept moving. She took a knife and cut the mushrooms one by one.
The movement was so unfamiliar that Mo Yan was afraid that she would cut his hand.
"Let Aunt Li do it"
"No" Nan Jia shook her head. She not only made those simple ones, but also the recipes taught to her by Li Hongsheng in the first world. This recipe cannot be passed on to anyone else.
“Who did you do it for?” Mo Yan couldn’t think of anyone who deserved Nanjia’s treatment.
Nan Jia raised her eyes, and her tone was matter-of-fact: "Give it to you, or who else? It's just that you are in poor health."
There was no shyness, no flattery, as if it was just an ordinary sentence.
Just these ordinary words made Mo Yan's heart tremble: "For me?"
Nan Jia rolled his eyes: "You are weak, but I am not."
Mo Yan stared at Nan Jia seriously, emotions surging in his heart.
She is a little too kind to herself, and Mo Yan is even more suspicious of Nan Jia. Does she really know something? You need to test it yourself.
As soon as Nanjia turned on the fire, Mo Yan covered his mouth and started coughing: "Cough cough cough cough."
Nan Jia also didn’t expect Mo Yan’s body to be so weak: “Get out quickly.”
"I...cough cough cough"
Nan Jia pushed Mo Yan hard: "Quickly go".
Nanjia closed the kitchen door and continued making medicinal meals. Ten minutes later, Nanjia put the soup in front of Mo Yan: "Try it, how do you feel?"
Mo Yan pressed the spoon on the mushrooms, and the soup gathered in the Mo Yan tasted it from the spoon and said, "Yeah, it tastes good."
"That's OK. You finish drinking and eat the mushrooms as well."
Want to eat the mushrooms too? Mo Yan frowned, he didn't want to eat.
Nan Jia noticed Mo Yan’s disgusted expression and said, “You don’t like mushrooms?”
“No, it smells like rotten wood.”
Mo Yan not only doesn’t like mushrooms, he also doesn’t like mushroom foods.
Nanjia nodded to express his understanding: "Then don't eat it."
Mo Yan's wrist stiffened: "Are you angry?"
That's right, she did it so hard, but she didn't like it, so she had reason to be angry.
Nan Jia shook her head. She didn't know why Mo Yan thought she was angry. She could only explain: "No, just eat it if you like it. I will make something else for you tomorrow. No more mushrooms. But you have to drink this soup today.”
Mo Yan knew that he had misunderstood. Nan Jia’s words were just superficial. He was a little sensitive.
"Okay" Mo Yan took the bowl and drank the soup.
Nan Jia feels that she is very open-minded and will not force herself if she doesn’t eat.
Thinking of how he was forced to eat carrots in the God Realm, Nanjia patted Mo Yan's wrist hard.
She stared at Mo Yan with burning eyes, and she began to educate Mo Yan: "It's normal for people to be picky eaters. No, not only people, animals are also picky eaters. If you don't like to eat, don't like to eat. "This kind of thing cannot be forced."
Mo Yan was stunned by Nan Jia's sudden instigation.
Mo Yan looked a little confused, and Nan Jia asked again: "Do you remember?"
Mo Yan was forced to nod in response.
Nan Jia raised a satisfied smile and shouted frantically for survival in her heart: "Survival, have you recorded the scene that Mo Yan promised just now?"
"Yes, but now Master Remember, he may not remember it after returning to the God Realm.”
When he returns, he will still persecute Nanjia.
"So I asked you to write it down. This is evidence!"
If Mo Yan forces Nan Jia to eat carrots again after returning, she will release this video and then accuse him from the moral high ground.
"Look at me, how reasonable I am. If you don't like to eat, I never force you. Look at you again. Do you think you are doing the right thing?"
Survival He made no effort to answer his question. Is the master someone who can be kidnapped by morality?
Nan Jia suddenly glanced at Mo Yan's wrist. His wrist was red, there was an obvious slap mark, and his wrist was slightly swollen. She asked in surprise: "Your wrist is red?"
"Yeah" Mo Yan said casually and didn't care. He pulled his sleeve down to cover it.
Nan Jia felt a little guilty: "I didn't use a lot of strength just now... right?"
Did she hit him that hard?
Mo Yan shook his head: "It's my physical condition."
He has long been used to it. His body is often red and blue.
Nanjia sighed: "You...you are really not in good health."
With such a delicate and soft body, he must pay more attention to it in the future.
Nan Jia thought for a while and then said: "Do you need to apply some ointment?"
"No, it will fade tomorrow."
Nan Jia asked Aunt Li in the afternoon She bought fresh pumpkin vines, put them in a bottle at night, and waited to get the pumpkin vine juice tomorrow.
(End of this chapter)