Su Mang angrily said, "He knows you can't beat him, but he still wants to fight with you. Isn't this an obvious way to bully you?"
Jiang Liuyun was speechless and looked at Su Mang pitifully.
Wife, wife!
When can I tell you openly and honestly, the two Xiao Rans are no match for your husband and me!
However, Su Mang misunderstood his pitiful look as grievance, and rushed out with a stamp of his feet, "I'm going to find him, what's the point of bullying you? You have the ability to fight me!"
Although it felt uncomfortable to be misunderstood by Su Mang as useless, it was very satisfying to see Su Mang angry and indignant because of his injury, but it was not like watching him kiss his wife and fight with his second brother.
He grabbed Su Mang's arm and said, "I'm hungry."
Then he stared eagerly at the food box in Su Mang's hand.
Su Mang then remembered that he was here to deliver breakfast to Jiang Liuyun, and quickly pulled Jiang Liuyun to sit down at the table, "I made you meat porridge, pies and a few side dishes. Think about what you want to eat for lunch.
I'll cook it for you, takeout is also fine, and I'll buy it for you from whichever restaurant you want to eat."
While Su Mang was talking, Jiang Liuyun had already eaten two pies.
He doesn’t want takeout!
He wants to eat a loving lunch made by his own wife.
but……
He glanced at Su Mang's hand.
Much better than yesterday, but still a little red and swollen.
"Then let me eat takeout from Qinhelou for lunch. You tell the chef there that he sells it to me. He knows all the dishes I like." Although he really wanted to eat the loving lunch that his dear wife made for him.
, but his wife still had injuries on her hands, and he couldn't let her work too hard.
Strangely enough, although Jiang Liuyun said nothing, Su Mang understood all the meaning of the glance he glanced at her finger.
She felt warm in her heart, smiled, and said no more. At noon, she still cooked some of her specialty dishes for him, and went to Qinhe Building to find the chef to pack Jiang Liuyun's favorite takeaway.
Su Mang carefully looked at Jiang Liuyun's favorite dishes, noted them down carefully, and made exactly the same ones at night.
Because Su Mang's craftsmanship was originally good, and he put extra effort into it, the taste was a bit better than Qinhelou's. Jiang Liuyun ate a clean bowl, and looked satisfied as if he had eaten and drank enough in the yard.
The cat basking in the sun made Su Mang feel warm and indescribably comfortable. He was distracted for a moment and rubbed his head out of nowhere.
The action was so ambiguous that the two of them froze for a moment.
"I..." Su Mang deliberately coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment and looked away, "I see your hair is messed up."
"Ha!" Jiang Liuyun chuckled, concealing the ecstasy in his heart, "Yes, yes, it must have been accidentally messed up last night."
Xiao Ran looked at the two people in the room talking.
What a useless conversation.
He went in with a sore waist and weak legs, sat down next to Jiang Liuyun, turned over the dishes that Jiang Liuyun had eaten clean, and sighed.
"Today's world is really unreasonable! I, a public servant serving the people, am running around all day long, and I can't even get a hot meal. This ruffian and gangster who is harming the world, even if he sneaks into the house, there are still good people.
Being served with good food and drink, the world is really cold and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. How can I feel so embarrassed?"
Jiang Liuyun looked at him seriously and patted his shoulder, "Second brother, I just found out today that you are not only black, but you are also so sour!"
