Stand-in bride: Mr. Lu's first favorite wife

He seemed a little tired and lacked energy, but when he saw Mo Di, his coffee-colored pupils lit up, "Xiao Di, come in."

Mo Di, "Did I wake you up?"

Si Yuheng said, "No, I'm sitting on the sofa reading a book, I won't go to bed so early. You come in first."

With that said, he opened the door and turned sideways, Mo Di walked in with the dinner plate, Si Yuheng gave Uncle Ping a warning look, Uncle Ping lowered his head.

Si Yuheng returned to the bedroom.

Mo Di put the plate on the coffee table, "Have you eaten yet? This taro ball is delicious, do you want to try it?"

"Okay." Si Yuheng took a small bite.

When he took the first bite, he pursed his lips slightly.

Modi looked at him with his chin in his hands, "Do you like to eat? If you like to eat, I can learn to cook. Although I don't know how to cook, but...but I'm very smart, and I can master it as soon as I learn it."

She felt that the taro balls made by the chef were delicious, better than the ones she ate in restaurants outside. The fragrant coconut milk and taro balls were simply delicious.

The taste is not very sweet, but has a natural aroma of fruit.

Si Yuheng looked at Mo Di's star-like pure and clear eyes, and he sensed that there was something wrong with the smell, but he didn't say, "I like it."

Mo Di, "Then I will learn it tomorrow, and I will move here soon. When I learn it, I will make it for you."

Si Yuheng nodded, with a smile in his eyes, "Okay."

"Then do you like sweet or salty things?"

"I have a sweet taste."

Mo Di smiled, "Me too."

It was already 10 o'clock when Mo Di returned home, but she took out her mobile phone and found out all kinds of materials for making taro ball desserts. There were ingredients at home, and she was busy until the early hours of the night.

But the finished product is a bit...

Mo Di looked at the 'unsightly' taro balls in the dinner plate, it tasted okay, but the appearance was far from good.

She obviously did her best, but the shape of the taro balls was still irregular.

And sometimes the heat is too high, but when she simmers, the taste can't be grasped.

Mo Di went upstairs, took a shower and lay down on the bed.

I took out my mobile phone and searched several copies of the steps for making taro balls, and they were basically the same.

The materials are all the same.

Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Mo Di was really sleepy.

at the same time--

Sijia.

Uncle Ping exclaimed, "Young Master, what's wrong with you, Young Master?"

In the bedroom, the man lying on the bed was pale, his brows and eyes were closed, his forehead was covered with sweat, and Si Yuheng's lips were also very pale. He seemed to be suppressing some kind of pain.

The veins in the pale and slender fingers stood out.

Uncle Ping picked up his phone and immediately called Si Ruofeng.

Also, call your family doctor.

It was half an hour after Si Ruofeng arrived, he strode up the stairs in a hurry, and woke up Aunt Ming who had been living on the first floor.

Aunt Ming came out wearing a coat, looking at Si Ruofeng's back as he walked up, thoughtfully.

Inside the room, Dr. Chen immediately gave Si Yuheng various examinations and treatments.

"It's an allergy, an acute allergy! Severe ones will go into shock!"

But at this moment, Si Yuheng had closed his eyes and his breathing was weak.

Dr. Chen said, "My medicine doesn't have much effect, it can only relieve the pain, so I must send it to the hospital immediately!"

Si Ruofeng drove all the way, brought Si Yuheng to the hospital, called ahead of time, doctors and nurses were waiting at the door, and Si Yuheng was immediately pushed into the car.

Si Ruofeng clenched his fists tightly, "Uncle Ping, what's going on! Did Jiang Qiulan do it!!"

Uncle Ping carefully recalled, "The young master has been in the bedroom today, only... Miss Mo Di brought a bowl of taro balls at around 8 o'clock in the evening, and the young master ate it."

Sure enough, Mo Di did it, and Mo Di really belonged to Jiang Qiulan!

Si Ruofeng took out his mobile phone, dialed a number for Mo Di, and it rang several times before he got through.

Mo Di looked at the unfamiliar number, "Who is it?"

At the other end, a man's low growl threatened, "Mo Di, if something happens to my brother, I want you to pay with your life!"