Male God, a Little Su

Su Yan picked up the pot stickers, then turned around and fished some pickles from the pickle jar, "I left hot water in the pot over there, mother, go wash your face first."

Mother Wen was dumbfounded. Seeing that Su Yan had been diligently tidying up the house, and there was hot food on the table, she suddenly had a sour nose.

She had thought about such a scene for a long time, and when she couldn't make it through, she always thought that it would be nice if someone could help her.

Now, like a dream—

When he woke up in the morning, Wen Shuyan's face was even more swollen, he sat up and took a deep breath.

He raised his hand and touched it, and it hurt a lot.

"This woman is really ruthless."

He shook his head, opened the door and saw the scene in the yard. In the morning light, Su Yan was bending over to water the small greens in the vegetable field. Mother Wen threw two handfuls of chaff into the chicken pen. A peach tree on the right, after a night, actually opened several peach blossoms.

Cozy and peaceful.

Seeing the unconcealed smile on Mother Wen's face, Wen Shuyan couldn't help hooking his lips, looking at Su Yan's eyes, there seemed to be melting glaciers inside.

"Brother Yan? When can you get up? Now that you are up, let's eat quickly. Yan'er has been doing it for a while, so I'll wait for you!" Mother Wen turned her head and saw Wen Shuyan standing under the eaves, the smile in her eyes deepened .

When talking about Su Yan, there was uncontrollable satisfaction in his tone.

Wen Shuyan was stunned, "What did she cook?"

It turned out that she woke up so early?

"Yeah, Yan'er may have done it! I told her not to let her do it and let her sleep longer, but when my mother was going to cook, I saw that the porridge was ready!"

Mother Wen clapped her hands and walked over, took a closer look, and was shocked, "Brother Yan, your face—"

Wen Shuyan glanced at Su Yan, unable to say anything.

Su Yan was very calm, put down the kettle and said confidently: "Mother, I beat that, I'm sorry, I've already done it lightly."

Wen Shuyan listened to what she said and twitched the corners of his mouth. What if he was going all out? Is his face going to be smashed?

He shook his head and looked at his distressed mother Wen, afraid that she would blame Su Yan, so he hurriedly said, "Mother, I have this too..." Before the typo was finished, his mother Wen interrupted him directly.

"well played!"

Mother Wen snorted coldly and glanced at him, "I don't know who you are sulking with at night, do you know that you are tossing yourself, but it is me who is distressed? In my opinion, Yan'er did the right thing, she should clean up you. I also told you to taste how difficult it is for me to be a mother!"

"Pfft—" Su Yan couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Wen Shuyan: "..."

How long has it been before Su Ro has brought down his gentle mother?

"Go rouge, let's go in for dinner!"

Mother Wen glared at Wen Shuyan, took Su Yan's hand affectionately, and went into the house together.

Leaving Wen Shuyan behind, standing in the yard doubting life, he didn't move for a long time.

...

After a meal, Wen Shuyan deeply felt that his mother had changed.

Don't talk to Su Yan to keep out the cold, and let Su Yan take care of him from time to time. If he doesn't obey, just fight. Let Wen Shuyan listen by the side, wishing to dig a crack in the ground and get in.

This is really his mother!

After the meal, Su Yan took out an egg and rubbed it according to Wen Shuyan.

After sleeping all night, the place where Su Rou beat her was swollen. She wrapped it in a handkerchief and rolled in circles. The pained Wen Shuyan frowned, her thin lips pursed, but she didn't say a word.

Su Yan smiled wickedly, "Master, if it hurts, just call it out, I won't laugh at you."