Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1384: The Story of Ling and Heng (647)

Before Xiao Xu could finish speaking, he suddenly hiccuped. He carefully glanced at Li Nanheng as though he had a strong desire to live. He saw that Boss Li did not seem to be angry or hurt. On the contrary, he seemed very satisfied with this situation where he needed Feng Ling's care.

Tsk, tsk. No matter if he chose to return to the Li family or to come to Feng Ling's place, he had never planned to do so. He had planned to be with Feng Ling from the beginning.

After all, for so many years, whether it was in the base or after they left, the two of them rarely spent time alone. They were always busy. As for the days when they lived in the jungle, Xiao Xu naturally didn't know, but he could guess something.

"Do you know how to kill a chicken?" Xiao Xu turned to look at Feng Ling and asked a crucial question.

Feng Ling hesitated for a moment before answering: "Yes."

Hearing this, Li Nanheng, who was about to ask Xiao Xu to clean the two chickens before leaving, choked on his words. He raised his brows and glanced at the door.

Xiao Xu also felt that it was unlikely. He looked at Feng Ling seriously. "Really? I've never seen you kill someone."

"You can even kill people, let alone kill a chicken. Isn't it just cutting the neck?" Feng Ling said indifferently and directly gave up some space by the door. "Do you want to come in for a seat?"

"No, no, no. I won't sit in." Xiao Xu quickly took a step back and waved his hand in rejection. He didn't know if he was afraid of the two chickens on the ground or Boss Li, who he had just said couldn't even beat a chicken, but he glanced at Feng Ling worriedly. "Then remember to clean it up. Don't let the chicken soup be filled with fur."

Feng Ling's expression was cold. "Why don't you stay and do it?"

"Forget it. I really can't stand such a sharp-tongued thing. I would even dare to kill a snake, but I'm afraid of this sort of thing." Xiao Xu waved his hand again. "I'm leaving. Take good care of Boss. You have to take good care of your own body. Don't let our Boss have what he wants."

Feng Ling continued to glance at him coldly. She thought to herself, in Li Nanheng's current state, aside from begging her to cook and help him to the toilet, what else could he ask for?

After all, how could a seriously injured patient be a gangster?

She did not speak, and Xiao Xu tactfully did not say more. He wiped his nose and ran away as though his feet were smeared with oil.

Feng Ling closed the door and bent down to pick up the two chickens. Perhaps because the chickens knew that they were about to die, their clucking sounds became sharper and sharper. Feng Ling directly brought them into the kitchen.

Afterward, Li Nanheng did not hear anything other than the sound of the chicken. He was suspicious. He stood up and was about to search for the kitchen when he suddenly heard a few clangs. The sound of the chicken disappeared.

Feng Ling patted her hands and came out. Their eyes met. She looked at him. "What are you doing?"

Li Nanheng :"…"

He could imagine the scene where she knocked the two chickens unconscious with something.

Li Nanheng suddenly smiled. He sighed and sat back on the sofa. "As expected of the woman I taught."

Feng Ling glanced at him. "Boss Li, you taught me how to kill people with guns. Do you think my hands are full of blood because I knocked out two chickens?"

"No, no." Li Nanheng chuckled. "I'm just worried that you won't be decisive enough. If they peck your hand again, my heart will ache. We're all commoners standing at the top of the food chain. No one is more noble than anyone else. It's just two chickens. After all, you have to kill fish tomorrow."

Feng Ling glanced at him. "I haven't forgotten your fish."

Li Nanheng leaned back comfortably on the sofa. "En, with a chicken, a fish, and a wife, I'm afraid this is the most perfect moment in my life."

Feng Ling ignored his flattery and said, "The food I just made is almost cold. Xiao Xu didn't stay for dinner. If you don't eat, I'll eat it by myself."

Li Nanheng raised his hand on the sofa: "I can't find the table."

Feng Ling walked over to help him up. The man seemed to be doing something as he leaned over to sniff her neck.

Feng Ling was provoked by his actions and quickly moved to the side. She looked at him strangely: "What are you smelling?"

"To see if it smells like chicken blood."

"…I haven't killed him yet. The food is ready today. We'll talk about it tomorrow, or the day after." Feng Ling supported him to sit down at the table. She picked up the cutlery and placed it in his hand. Then she stood by the table and watched his hand slowly feel around the table. She asked, "Do you need me to feed you?"

In the past few days when Li Nanheng was in the hospital, most of the food was fed to him. He couldn't see anything. No matter what cutlery he used, it was indeed difficult to find the exact location of the bowl.

However, once he got discharged, he really did not want to be fed anymore, so he did not answer immediately. Instead, he reached out to touch the edges of the bowls in front of him with the cutlery.

Feng Ling seemed to have seen through his intentions and did not ask him anymore. Instead, she carefully pushed the bowls and plates to a place where his cutlery could easily touch. If there was even the slightest deviation, she would immediately push his cutlery to the middle and pick up the food in the middle.

Li Nanheng tried to eat it himself and smiled. "The taste is not bad. Your culinary skills are much better than when you were roasting earthworms and cooking wild bird meat in the jungle. Why? Haven't you been busy with the Feng Corporation's business for the past two years? You actually have the time to secretly practice your culinary skills?"

"I haven't trained, and I really don't have time. I don't know much now, but at least I can eat my fill." Feng Ling gently moved the bowl in front of him as he picked up the food. She said as she moved, "When I was in England, and when I was in the Feng Corporation, I wasn't used to having someone to take care of me. Qin Shuke didn't know how to cook, so I was used to making some food for myself occasionally. I might have made some progress, but it shouldn't be especially obvious."

Li Nanheng chuckled and reached out with the cutlery again. He then pressed the cutlery gently against the edge of the soup plate: "All right, there's no need to keep cooperating with me. I can almost find it. At most, I'll sprinkle some soup and water before wiping it away. It'll be fine after a few practice sessions. Sit down and eat together."

Feng Ling's movements were actually very light. She didn't expect him to still hear her.

She did not say much but glanced at his precise movements. Although he was still a little awkward, based on Li Nanheng's adaptability, he should be able to eat like a normal person in two or three days.