You Were Born Before I Was Born

Chapter 3

Although she had never touched the spring water with her fingers when she was at home, it was a good thing that she did some research on eating and drinking. After all, she was a person who wanted to be at ease, so she could make some simple food.

After the simple grooming had been completed, and now that he was married, he could no longer comb the hair style of a young girl, so he used a hairpin to wear a loose, ordinary bun. She had a thin pink and light eyebrows, and was dressed in a narrow-sleeved green cloak. Only her sleeves and two skirts were decorated with fine twig patterns, and her dress was simple. In the future, he would no longer be the Miss Wen.

He searched all over the house and found only two eggs and a handful of noodles. Fortunately, he found that there were some vegetables planted in the courtyard. The vegetables with dew and green oil were delicious. As a result, he picked a handful of green vegetables. After all, he could make two bowls of noodles that were not as clear as soup. Fortunately, there was no shortage of firewood, rice, oil, salt and sauce in the kitchen. Otherwise, even if she was a clever woman, it would be difficult for her to cook without rice. Moreover, she was not a clever woman.

However, he never thought that it would be much more difficult for him to truly move. It seemed like he had only done what others had prepared before, but now he had to do it himself from the beginning to the end. How could he not say it was a challenge. It took half an hour to prepare the noodles in a flurry, and then tidied up the mess in the kitchen. It had been half an hour from beginning to end, but the third son of Mo's family hadn' t returned yet.

If he didn' t come back, he shouldn' t have moved his chopsticks first. Wen Ying, he sat in the courtyard and waited wistfully. Fortunately, the weather wasn' t cold or hot, so it wasn' t important to wait.

Soon, it was time for the morning dew to dissipate.

Seeing that his face had gone cold, Wen Ying wanted to take it and heat it up again. He was afraid that when the third son of Mo's family returned, he wouldn' t be able to eat a hot meal.

Just as she was about to get the bowl, she heard someone call her:

"Little Man?"

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The third son of Mo's family finally returned.

Before he could even enter, he saw her sitting on a stool in green robes. A small person just waiting obediently was making people feel distressed.

He could not help but tighten the reins to let the horse run faster. However, just as he arrived, he saw her suddenly stand up.

Naturally, he couldn' t help but want to stop her.

When Wen Ying heard someone call him Xiao Man, he suddenly turned around and unconsciously smiled.

"You' re back."

"I...... "He's back."

The third son of Mo's family answer was a little unnatural. He was clearly not used to it. When he returned home, there would be a person waiting to greet him with a gentle smile.

He got off the horse, took the reins, and tied the horse under the mulberry tree at the door. For the first time, he was so eager to return home, but his footsteps unconsciously accelerated. She came to her side and saw two bowls of noodles on the table.

Green vegetables and yellow eggs were extremely alluring.

Just as she was lamenting that a young lady like her was actually cooking, she saw that she was looking at the position behind her with a puzzled expression as she unblinkingly asked:

"That horse is ……"

The third son of Mo's family paused for a moment, then smiled. Knowing that she was curious, he brought her to the entrance of the mulberry tree.

"This is Lin' er. She belongs to our family."

"You...... "Our family actually has a horse?"

Wen Ying was pleasantly surprised as he looked at Lin' er, who was covered in date red fur. It was truly hard to tell. the third son of Mo's family could not see that an ordinary person could still afford a horse. Yesterday, he had come riding Lin' er. He had originally thought that he had come on loan, but he didn' t expect that this really was their horse.

Looking at Lin' er's gentle eyes, he couldn' t help but raise his head and ask the third son of Mo's family," I, can I touch Lin' er?"

"Of course."

But before Wen Ying could muster up the courage to reach out, the third son of Mo's family already grabbed her hand with his own and placed it on Lin' er's head.

Wen Ying was stunned. Three percent was because this was the first time she had touched such a beautiful horse, and seven percent was because the third son of Mo's family had actually grabbed his hand just like that, not letting go.

The palm of his hand was warm, and the back of his hand was hot. Wen Ying finally whispered," Alright...... "Alright."

Only then did the third son of Mo's family release her hand. Her expression was ordinary, and she clearly didn' t notice Wen Ying emotions.

"Let's go back."

Wen Ying still whispered and turned around.

The third son of Mo's family said a word of good, but he did not raise his foot. Instead, he suddenly shot a Sharp glare at Lin' er, who was originally looking at his master.

He had actually been robbed of his limelight by it, this white-natured beast.

Lin' er couldn' t help but jump in fright, but she didn' t even dare to snort. She hurriedly buried herself in the grass innocently.

Wen Ying walked to the stone table in the courtyard and felt that his hands were burning hot, and even his face was already burning. He could only lower his head and say to him," I, I made breakfast for you, but you came back late and it was already cold. I' ll go warm it up first."

"I' ve already eaten it."

"I went up the mountain to collect medicine this morning," he said as he stood behind her and saw the small figure tremble slightly. "I thought that you wouldn' t get up so early. If you do that again, you don' t have to wait for me."

Wen Ying carried the two bowls and turned back. Sure enough, he saw a few herbs in the bamboo basket he had just placed on the ground. There was some disappointment, but it quickly calmed down. Then, it turned into a smile," Yes, I understand."

"You haven' t eaten yet, haven' t you?"

Only then did the third son of Mo's family realize the problem. He immediately understood his default. He frowned and hurriedly picked up the bowl Wen Ying placed on the table:

"I' m sorry...... "I' ll help you warm up. Don' t be hungry."

Wen Ying originally wanted to stop him, but it was because he got up late, so there was no way he could trouble him. But the third son of Mo's family walked too fast, how could she stop him?

Slowly withdrawing his extended hand, he sat on the stone table and waited in embarrassment.

It didn' t take long for the third son of Mo's family to come out with a bowl in hand. It seemed that he was still much stronger than himself.

Wen Ying wrapped his fingers for a while before he saw a steaming bowl of noodles in front of him. After that, the third son of Mo's family sat down and placed a bowl in front of him. Just like before, he only poured his measurements over. This time, he had fewer and more.

"Eat it. Coincidentally, I' m also a little hungry. I' ll accompany you."

Wen Ying nodded slightly and obediently began to eat. A clean bowl and chopsticks, a clean and smooth surface, and a simple taste. Coupled with the fact that she had indeed waited for quite a long time, she did not feel that the moment she smelled the fragrance of the hot noodles on the table, she immediately felt hungry.

His appetite was wide open as he ate his noodles. After a while, he suddenly stopped and muttered like a mosquito:

"I might not be a good wife...... "However, I will work hard."

The third son of Mo's family didn' t have much of a mind to eat at all, but he paid more attention to her. When he heard her say this, he gradually put down the bowl and chopsticks. She lowered her head, her long eyebrows long and beautiful, and her eyes were soft. He thought of last night. It was because of her that he had never felt a sense of peace in many years. Yu Xiaoman, however, felt love. He quickly comforted her gently," What are you saying? You' re very good." After a pause, he said," Little Man, you' re very good."

Wen Ying didn' t want to say anything more. He sipped his face and heard the third son of Mo's family Smiling slightly continue to say to her:

"Perhaps we' re not even good wives and husbands, but at least we' ll have a long time to become better. "That's right."

Finally taking the last bite, Wen Ying nodded and uttered a syllable from his nose:

"Alright."

The next day Wen Ying learned a lesson. It didn' t light up. Seeing that the third son of Mo's family was still sleeping by his side, he couldn' t help but smile with joy. Then, he quietly climbed over his body and got out of bed, almost secretly wanting to fulfill his wife's responsibilities.

There was still some darkness in the kitchen. Originally, he wanted to order some candles, but he couldn' t find them, so he could only give up. Fortunately, she had roughly figured out the structure of the kitchen yesterday. Moreover, Dongfang Wei already had some light. It was enough to do things.

Looking at the pile of vegetables in front of him, Wen Ying could not help but feel melancholy. If only there was meat. She didn't care. She did n' t usually like meat dishes, but now that there was a man in her family, how could she let him follow her every day?

He couldn' t help but frown. He wondered if he wanted to go to the market later, but he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the kitchen.

Wen Ying almost cried out in fear.

All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind. Stealing, robbing, or seeing a ghost?

However, the more afraid a person was, the more afraid they would be, the more afraid they would be.

In the end, he finally found the source of the strange sound. It was the bamboo basket that the third son of Mo's family brought back yesterday. The medicinal herbs in it had not been taken out yet. It was unknown what was pressing down on it, but it was moving weakly.

Wen Ying took a few deep breaths and summoned up his courage. He extended his hand and carefully pushed away the herbs on it. His fingertips instantly felt a furry and warm feeling.

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His nervously closed eyes suddenly opened. Only then did he see clearly that inside the bamboo basket was a rabbit.

An injured hare. He must have suffered the hunter's trap and was still on his last breath. At this moment, he was panting weakly.

Wen Ying eyes lit up. The fear from earlier had long vanished into thin air. He squatted on the ground and stared at the rabbit without moving.