Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 2 Injury

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

In the morning when the air was the best, the servants in the house gathered in twos and threes at the small pavilion in the backyard.

Several people who helped in the back kitchen gathered around the pots to choose vegetables, some were sweeping off the leaves in the backyard with bamboo brooms.

Seeing Yan Cheng hurrying through the corridor, the servants greeted the second young master with a smile. But their friendly second young master left hastily without even looking at them.

As soon as he approached the kitchen, he could smell the sweet fragrance of rice wine, and Yan Chengkong's stomach started twitching wildly.

In the kitchen, there was only the cook, who was making breakfast for the young master, and the young master's wife was present.

Song Jinshu was squatting in front of the stove with his sleeves rolled up and fanning the fire. Some of the locks of his hair, swaying in the air, were touching his temples.

Song Jinshu was wearing the old-fashioned clothes that were popular last spring. The palm fan in his hand moved rapidly, and his nose and cheeks were stained with gray ashes.

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

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

Yan Cheng rushed towards Song Jinshu in a few steps and pulled him back around his slender waist. All the hot soup got spilled on Yan Cheng's forearm, suddenly turning red and swollen with numerous blisters.

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

Hearing the sound, the cook put down his work and ran over to the scene. He got surprised by the wound on Yan Cheng's arm.

Seeing Song Jinshu in his arms who was looking at Yan Cheng tremblingly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It all happened because of Song Jinshu's fault. 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 clenched in pain, but holding the gentle Song Jinshu in his arms made him ignore the excruciating pain in his arm.

"I'll call a doctor for you!"

The cook did not dare to delay, so he ran out of the corridor and called a maid who was closest to him. He sent Yan Cheng and Song Jinshu back to the room. Then found a young servant, who was not busy, to go to the pharmacy in the west of the city to call a doctor.

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

If it wasn't for him accidentally breaking the crock pot, Yan Cheng wouldn't have gotten hurt.

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

Yan Cheng couldn't bear the pain anymore. His arm was on fire, and the burning pain in his arm caused him to gradually lose consciousness.

But he could hear song Jinshu's nose sniffing, hearing the babble of the maid. he put his uninjured left hand behind him and held Song Jinshu's hand accurately.

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

The small and soft hand 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 deal with hot again."

Yan Cheng didn't allow his servants to call Song Jinshu the young lady. But considering his social standing, everyone simply called him the young master.

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

"Don't cry, if this spread's out, our servants of the Yan family look down on you, and also the master from the countryside, we can't afford such gossip."

"Useless things just cry."

Song Jinshu was belittled by the maid but did not refute it. His slender and curled eyelashes drooped down to cover the tears in his eyes. The cinnabar mole between the eyebrows became more and more beautiful under the sunlight.