Hidden ex-husband, you are not worthy

Song Heng's forehead was slightly hot, Hua Mo looked at his fair and tender face, and felt really distressed, so he quickly took the towel beside him and covered his forehead to cool her down.

Song Heng slowly opened his eyes, looked at Hua Mo, his throat moved slightly, "Aunt Luo Yao."

Seeing Song Heng woke up, Hua Mo was so excited that tears almost fell down, "Song Heng! Are you awake? Do you have anything you want to eat? Mommy, auntie, go make it for you."

Song Heng looked at Song Hanqing who followed Hua Mo in, and then opened his mouth lightly, "I want porridge."

Hua Mo gasped, "Okay! I'll go to the kitchen to make it for you. You can rest well. Don't worry, Dr. Jiang said that you are almost recovered. As long as you eat obediently, you won't be so uncomfortable soon~"

While comforting Song Heng, Hua Mo got up and walked out.

As soon as he walked out, he ran into a servant who was walking towards this side. Hua Mo looked at it and seemed familiar, so he couldn't help calling out, "Sister-in-law Shulan?"

Sister-in-law Shulan used to be a servant of Yunshuiwan. When Huamo sold Yunshuiwan, she gave compensation to all the servants, so she didn't expect to meet Sister-in-law Shulan here.

When Mrs. Shu Lan heard Hua Mo calling her, she immediately returned to Hua Mo with a happy smile, "Young Mistress, you are back, and I am really happy to see you again. I didn't expect you to remember me."

Hua Mo's voice was a little hoarse. After four years, Mrs. Shu Lan had aged a lot, "What's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Shulan smiled shallowly, "After I left Yunshuiwan, I also went to work in many people's homes, but there is no employer as kind as you, young mistress. I have not been able to suffer all these years. Fortunately, the young master found I was killed, and I was called back to work in Yunshuiwan. The young master found all of us from various places, just to restore Yunshuiwan to what it was four years ago. Can the young master wait for you to come back? Also very happy."

"Oh, by the way, young mistress, are you planning to cook food for the young master? I have added a lot of things to the kitchen, let me lead you there!"

Hua Mo hummed lightly, and the soles of his feet felt a little weak.

back to what it was four years ago
But how to recover and what happened, there is still no way to change it.

A vase that already has cracks, no matter how much it is repaired, it is impossible to restore it to its original state.

Hua Mo followed Mrs. Shu Lan to the kitchen.

The kitchen has indeed been refurbished a lot, and a lot of small things have been added. Hua Mo's eyes flickered, and she suddenly recalled that when she first came to Yunshui Bay, she was very excited to see this big kitchen, and she didn't care about Song Hanqing at that time. Disgusted by her, he kept talking about his wishes, but wishes were wishes after all, and they never came true.

Hua Mo stood at the door, paused for about a minute, and then walked over to take out the ingredients for cooking.

Carefully made a small bowl of clear porridge for Song Heng, Hua Mo went upstairs with it, and as soon as he reached the door, he met Song Hanqing with cold eyes, she only glanced at him, then walked towards the room .

Hua Mo put the porridge beside the bed, and fed it to Song Heng's mouth mouthful.

Song Heng looked at the porridge handed to his mouth, his eyes were slightly red.

Seeing that he hadn't opened his mouth to eat, Hua Mo was also a little puzzled, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong? Is the porridge made by Aunt Luoyao not good?"

Song Heng shook his head, "No, it's delicious."

Song Heng opened his mouth and took a sip, then looked up at Hua Mo eagerly.

Hua Mo was also a little sad, and fed him another mouthful. Soon, the bowl of porridge was drained.

Seeing that Song Heng didn't seem to be full, Hua Mo hurriedly said, "There's still some in the pot! Shall I get you another bowl?"

"En." Song Heng replied a little weakly.

Hua Mo hurried downstairs with an empty bowl, and was about to serve porridge, but found that half of the original porridge in the pot suddenly disappeared.

She frowned, and called Mrs. Shu Lan, "Where did the porridge I left here go?"

Mrs. Shu Lan's expression was a little unnatural when she heard the words, she hesitated and said, "The young master felt a little hungry just now, so he filled some drinks."

Hua Mo frowned fiercely, and walked directly towards Song Hanqing who was sitting in the living room. Sure enough, seeing an empty bowl in front of him, Hua Mo held his breath a little, "Song Hanqing! You are going too far! You are trying to steal my son!" You are really shameless for eating food!"

Song Hanqing looked sideways at Hua Mo, with an aggrieved expression, "I'm just a little hungry, why didn't you cook me a portion of the porridge for Song Heng?"

Hua Mo: "."

It's reasonable for him to grab food from the child!

Hua Mo suppressed his anger, "Song Hanqing!"

Seeing that Hua Mo was angry, Song Hanqing softened immediately, "I really didn't mean it."

Fearing that Song Heng would be hungry, Hua Mo didn't want to say anything more to Song Hanqing, so he turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Song Hanqing followed and watched her fixedly at the door.

Seeing that she wanted to cut the shiitake mushrooms, he quickly reached out and snatched the shiitake mushrooms from her hand and said with a smile, "Since it was my fault, then I will make up for it and help you!"

Hua Mo instinctively refused, "No need."

Song Hanqing ignored the coldness in Hua Mo's tone, and continued to step forward cheekily, "It happens that I'm fine, so let me help you a little bit! Otherwise, I'll feel really bad."

Song Hanqing's tone was learned from Song Heng. Song Heng has a baby face. Although his facial features are delicate, he looks very cute because of his fleshy cheeks. He doesn't feel awkward when he speaks in this tone, but Song Hanqing always That said, it looks very funny.

Hua Mo's eyes twitched, he had no choice but to hand him the kitchen knife in his hand, and cook the porridge himself.

While cutting vegetables, Song Hanqing looked at Hua Mo. She was wearing a very homely bib, her slightly curly hair was tied into a bun, and her facial features were delicate and soft. The two of them cut vegetables like this, and the mood of her cooking porridge seemed very warm.

Song Hanqing's throat twitched twice, feeling that all this was like a dream. He never dreamed that one day such a scene would appear in reality.

"Momo, the porridge you cook is really delicious, how do you do it! Can you teach me?"

Song Hanqing whispered, and suddenly leaned forward.

Hua Mo was caught off guard for a moment, and just turned around, and the two of them bumped into each other just like that.

Because of the disparity in height, Hua Mo's head just hit Song Hanqing's chest.

His chest muscles were very hard, Hua Mo bumped his head against it, and there was a burst of pain immediately, she quickly took two steps back, her eyes flickered, and she said coldly, "Can you please stop walking around."

Song Hanqing blinked innocently, "I didn't wander around! I just want to learn how to do it."

"You don't know, I've been thinking about your cooking for the past few years. Every time I eat, I feel boring. After eating your cooking these days, I feel as if my whole body has come alive."

"Momo, I miss you so much, this villa is full of your memories, you don't know, every time you come here, it seems like yesterday, but in a blink of an eye, you disappear, Momo, we are remarried Okay? Give Song Heng and Luo Xiang a complete family."