Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 2 Injury

The kitchen is at the corner at the end of the corridor, and behind it is a bamboo forest planted by Yan Cheng's mother. Every spring, tender bamboo shoots will be born.

When the air was the best in the morning, the servants of the house gathered in twos and threes in the small pavilion in the backyard. Several people who helped in the back kitchen gathered around the pots to choose vegetables, and a few were cleaning the leaves in the backyard with bamboo brooms.

Seeing Yan Cheng hurried through the corridor, greeted the second young master with a smile, and their always approachable second young master left in a hurry without even looking at them.

As soon as he approached the kitchen, he smelled the sweet smell of rice wine, and Yan Cheng's empty stomach was twitching wildly by the smell.

In the kitchen, there were only the cook who was making breakfast for the master and the wife and Song Jinshu who was squatting in front of the stove with his sleeves rolled up and fanning the fire.

The broken hair on the temples dangled in the air, and Song Jinshu was still wearing the clothes that were popular last spring. The palm fan in his hand was fanning quickly, and his nose and cheeks were stained with gray ashes.

Hearing the movement at the door, Song Jinshu stood up abruptly, turned his head and saw Yan Cheng standing at the door with an unpleasant expression, all the blood on his face faded.

He hurriedly reached out to uncover the smoking crock pot, but the heat made him unable to hold it at all, and he knocked over the crock pot containing the sweet and delicious glutinous rice dumplings.

Yan Cheng rushed in front of Song Jinshu in three steps, wrapped his arms around his slender waist and pulled him back, pouring all the hot soup on his forearm, and suddenly it was red and swollen and numerous blisters appeared.

"Second..." Song Jinshu's words stopped abruptly, he was held in Yan Cheng's arms, he wanted to break free from his embrace but was afraid of touching his wound, so anxious that tears welled in his eyes.

Hearing the movement here, the cook put down his work and ran over, surprised by the wound on Yan Cheng's arm. Looking at Yan Cheng tremblingly, seeing Song Jinshu in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's all Song Jinshu's fault for this matter. If it wasn't for this mute who couldn't even do this thing well, how could the second young master get hurt?

Yan Cheng's teeth were chattering in pain, but holding the gentle Song Jinshu in his arms made him ignore the heart-piercing pain in his arm.

"I'll call the doctor for you!" The

cook didn't dare to delay, ran out of the corridor and called a maid who was closest to him, sent Yan Cheng and Song Jinshu back to the room, and searched for a little servant who was not in a hurry to go to the west of the city. The pharmacy is called Doctor.

Song Jinshu followed Yan Cheng step by step, his heart was so frightened that he panicked, his lower lip was bitten red, and red blood seeped from the wound.

If he hadn't accidentally broken the jar, Yan Cheng would not have been injured.

Song Jinshu sniffed quietly, forcing back all the tears that were about to fall from his eyes.

Yan Cheng couldn't bear the pain the most, and the burning pain on his arm, like a fire, made him gradually lose consciousness.

But he still heard Song Jinshu's nose sniffing in the babble of the maid, and he put his uninjured left hand behind him and held Song Jinshu's hand without any mistake.

Probably because he was too frightened, Song Jinshu's hand lost the temperature, as if it was taken out of the ice cellar.

A small and soft one that can be completely wrapped in the palm of Yan Cheng's hand.

"I said, young master, don't run into the kitchen with your precious body in the future. Our second master can't help you to be so hot again."

Yan Cheng did not allow his servants to call Song Jinshu the young lady, but after all, the honor and the inferiority were ordered. Everyone just called him Mr.

Knowing that Yan Cheng didn't like Song Jinshu either, the maid turned her head to look at him in dissatisfaction, and spat in disgust when she saw his red eyes.

"Don't cry, when the rumor spreads that our Yan family's servants look down on you, the master from the countryside, we can't afford such gossip."

Useless things will only cry.

Song Jinshu was belittled by the maid and did not refute it. The slender and curled eyelashes drooped down to cover the water light under her eyes, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows became more and more beautiful under the sunlight.