After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

For some reason, Wen Yinuo woke up more than two hours later today than yesterday.

When Wen Yinuo woke up and saw the time, he was surprised.

It was a miracle for him to sleep for six hours at a time before, but this time he slept for almost eight hours at a time!

But there was one thing that was very strange. Wen Yinuo looked at the bed and the quilt that was covered well.

In his memory, he clearly fell asleep on the floor behind the door, so how come he woke up and found himself back in bed with even the quilt covering him?

Could it be that like before, his illness broke out and he couldn't control it?

After quickly scanning the room, Wen Yinuo was sure that nothing in the room had been smashed or destroyed by him again.

An idea suddenly occurred to the boy, and he lifted up his clothes.

There were no new scars on the body or legs.

Wen Yinuo rolled up his sleeves again.

Not only were there no new scars on the two arms, but even the previous scars had obviously been treated.

The mottled and dried bloodstains on the arms disappeared completely, and many shallow wounds were treated with medicine. The painful feeling was gone, replaced by a cool feeling.

There were only him and his brother at home, and he never cared about such wounds, so it went without saying who treated him.

Wen Yinuo got out of bed, stepped on his slippers and carefully observed the doors on both sides, and found that both doors were still closed.

He opened the door near Fu Jincheng's room, his eyes thoughtful.

Could it be that after leaving home and before returning to the Fu family, my brother worked as a locksmith?

In the kitchen, Fu Jincheng, who was turning the spoon to cook porridge, sneezed, rubbed his nose and frowned.

"I shouldn't have." Fu Jincheng murmured to himself, "I'm in such good health. I just caught a cold last night. I shouldn't have caught a cold."

Wen Yinuo has already reached the kitchen.

The young man stood outside the kitchen door, looking at Fu Jincheng who was cooking porridge in front of the stove with only his back showing. His thoughts suddenly became clear for a moment.

If Fu Jincheng hadn't grown a lot taller and Wen Jian hadn't been there to help, he would have thought he had put it back on.

Go back to the time when my brother hadn't left yet and my mother was still alive.

At that time, it was my brother who got up every morning to make breakfast.

Sometimes mom wakes up early and helps out.

Sometimes when he woke up late, he and his brother would leave a bowl of rice for their mother, and then they would eat and go about their own business.

Wen Yinuo's gaze was too obvious, and it was impossible for Fu Jincheng, who was making breakfast with his back to him, not to feel it.

He turned around, smiled brightly and waved to the boy standing at the door: "Xiaobao, are you awake? Come over and eat."

His tone was so natural that it seemed as if he had always been by Wen Yinuo's side and had never left.

Wen Yinuo came back to his senses when Fu Jincheng shouted, rubbed his face and walked over.

He looked at Fu Jincheng, who had only changed in height and slight appearance, and many questions suddenly popped up in his mind and he wanted to ask him.

I wanted to ask why she saw the wound on his hand but didn't prick it, nor did she show disgust, but instead secretly came to apply medicine to him in the middle of the night.

I want to ask what you have done during the years away from home.

I want to ask, why do you come to him when your current status as the head of the Fu family will attract countless people to please you?

Countless questions swirled in my mouth, but were blocked by a spoonful of seafood porridge that was suddenly scooped into my mouth.

"Try it." Fu Jincheng's eyes were full of anticipation. "Please comment on whether your brother's skills have declined."

Wen Yinuo pursed his lips and drank a whole spoonful of porridge under the young man's expectant gaze.

The porridge was at just the right temperature, neither hot nor cold, and it was obvious that it had been carefully cooled after being scooped out of the pot.

The deliciousness of seafood and the fresh fragrance of vegetables are mixed together, spreading across the lips, teeth and nose tip, with a very light sweetness. Not only does it not seem abrupt, but it also takes the taste to a higher level.

The rice grains are cooked very soft and melt easily with a light sip.

It is exactly the most familiar taste in Wen Yinuo’s memory.

"Nothing has changed." The boy raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, "It still tastes the same as before."

It's his favorite flavor.

It was the taste that I had been longing for until my death in my previous life, but could never find again.

Fu Jincheng's eyes suddenly became brighter than the sunlight outside.

He pushed Wen Yinuo to sit at the dining table and scooped a large bowl and placed it in front of the boy.

The action interrupted the strangeness and doubt that was vaguely rising in the boy's heart.

He looked at the huge bowl in front of him and sighed barely audibly.

"I can't finish it." Wen Yinuo pushed the bowl towards Fu Jincheng, "Half is enough."

Fu Jincheng had no choice but to reluctantly change a small bowl for the boy and drag the big bowl in front of himself.

The worries that were already in my heart became even greater.

When he was Wen Yinuo’s current age, he could eat five bowls of rice in one meal.

Although I can’t eat that much now, three bowls are still easy for me.

His baby is at the age of growing up, how can he eat only this little?

We still have to find a way to get Wen Yinuo to eat more.

If the staple food doesn’t work for him, he can learn to make other pastries or snacks.

Oh yes, and there is also Xiaobao’s mental health issue.

He had just returned now and didn't fully understand what Wen Yinuo had experienced before.

After a while, half a month or a month, when we are familiar with each other again, we have to find a way to take Xiaobao to the hospital for a thorough check-up.

Wen Yinuo didn't know that Fu Jincheng was planning to feed him, and that he had mental health problems.

He looked down at the porridge in front of him, his throat choking a little.

After a while, when Fu Jincheng started to eat his second bowl, Wen Yinuo lowered his head and spoke tentatively:

"elder brother."

Fu Jin admitted and looked at him: "Hmm?"

"what happened?"

Is there something wrong with this porridge?

Wen Yinuo stirred the spoon, his voice as soft as a mosquito:

"Brother, wait a minute, do you want to go see mom together?"

Fu Jincheng almost dropped the bowl of hot porridge in his hand onto his lap: "...Ah? Go see mom?"

"But mom...she probably doesn't want to see me, right?"

Thirteen years ago, it was Wen Jian who picked him up on the beach, gave him a name, and raised him for so many years with great difficulty.

What ended up happening was that the child he had raised left without saying a word.

This kind of blatant ungrateful behavior is unacceptable to anyone.

If Wen Yinuo didn't mention it when he came back this time, he would definitely go to see Wen Jian secretly and tell her everything.

But Wen Yinuo brought it up directly, and Fu Jincheng didn't dare to do so.

Let him go like a despicable thief, Fu Jincheng would feel that that was the price he should pay.

How could he be qualified to worship openly in front of everyone in Wan Village?

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Mr. Fu, a young dad brother