"It doesn't matter whether it hurts or not, it needs to be disinfected. Don't waste my medicine."

Mu Mu looked back, put down his chopsticks, and put his injured hand in the basin to soak.

"Hurry up and eat and go back to rest, the dark circles are coming out."

Feng Jiuer nodded and sat down again.

Just when I was thinking about how to deal with the "unjustly accused" person on my right, I didn't expect that the cold breath of a certain man seemed to have softened for a while.

When Feng Jiuer turned her head, a bowl of cooked food was handed to her.

She met Zhan Qingcheng's gaze and frowned slightly.

"Uncle Nine Emperors, is this a dish for me?"

"Um."

Zhan Qingcheng nodded, "After you're full, I'll serve you again."

Feng Jiuer raised her crescent eyebrows slightly and took the dish he gave her.

She thought Uncle Nine Emperors cared so much for her and gave her food, but it turned out that he was concerned about how he had served Mu Mu just now.

Can't these two brothers sit down and have a meal together?

One was childish and the other was stingy, but since she had eaten the shrimp they peeled, she didn't want to worry about it.

Feng Jiuer looked back at Mu Mu and said softly: "Okay, just take a dip and it will be fine. My medicine is good and it will definitely not leave any scars."
Chapter completed!