Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 841

Zhou Ling faced the living room, and the two mothers smiled at themselves, but Zhou Ling was not embarrassed at all, but she could only push Murong Yao away as she was still cooking.

"Should I say this instead?"

Murong Yao didn't say anything, just looked at her with a smile on his lips.

"Let me give you a hand."

"No... that's fine." Zhou Ling wanted to refuse at first, but he was afraid that Murong Yao would notice something, "Just wash the dishes for me."

"Do you need to cut it?" Murong Yao took the pile of vegetables from the refrigerator.

Zhou Ling looked back at him and thought for a while, "You have just been discharged from the hospital. Although the injury has healed, but you have been lying down for so long, your body is definitely not good, so it is better not to use the knife, in case you tremble and cut yourself What about your hands?"

Murong Yao narrowed his eyes and smiled, and started washing the dishes without saying anything.

The two work together, Murong Yao washes and chops vegetables, Zhou Ling stir-fries, but they work very hard.

But when Zhou Ling saw Murong Yao chopping vegetables, she frowned in confusion.

Murong Yao's hands did not tremble at all, and he cut vegetables very smoothly, as if his hands were still intact.

"What are you looking at?" The man noticed that she was looking at him, and squinted at her.

Zhou Ling quickly shook his head: "It's okay, it was cut very well."

There are a total of eight dishes, not many, and they are all home-cooked dishes, so it doesn't waste time to cook them. After all the dishes are served, the whole family sits at the dining table and starts eating.

"Sister-in-law's craftsmanship is good!" Murong Qian extended his thumb and nodded his praise.

Zhou Ling curled his lips into a smile, "Just eat what you like. Eat more. I'll go buy some seafood tomorrow. The Chinese New Year is only four or five days away. Let's make a menu for what you all want to eat."

"Okay!" Murong Qian agreed cheerfully.

Everyone had a happy meal, with so many people gathered together, if it was the past, Murong Yao would have been bored long ago, otherwise he wouldn't have moved out and lived with his family, but now, he was surprised to feel that this love is so important. King, very warm and happy.

It was already afternoon after dinner, Murong Qian took the initiative to ask Ying to wash the dishes, and Zhou Ling was naturally happy that someone was working, so he didn't stop him.

She went upstairs with the suitcase placed in the entrance, entered their room, took out Murong Yao's change of clothes, and unscrewed the washing machine to wash them.

"I'll do it!" When Murong Yao came in, he saw her pushing the washing machine to the other side, and he strode over to pull Zhou Ling away.

Then, Zhou Ling saw that Murong Yao easily pushed such a big washing machine to the other side without any effort.

Murong Yao fixed the washing machine, stuffed the clothes in and got up, "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Ling glanced at him, shook his head, "It's okay, then go out and rest."

Murong Yao, who was resting on his side on the bed, frowned slightly, but he had already noticed something was wrong.

When he was chopping vegetables, his hands would occasionally shake. When he pushed the washing machine just now, he always felt that his hands could not lift up, and he pushed it with his arms.

He stretched out his hand and clenched his fist in front of his eyes, the scar was from the palm of his hand to his wrist.

Murong Yao is an ancient man, he knows what's going on, his veins have been broken, and after reconnecting, even if his hands are fine, he still can't lift heavy objects.

"Ah Yao, come, let's play chess with Grandpa."

Mr. Zhou deliberately went upstairs to call him, Murong Yao recovered after hearing this and hurriedly got up and walked out, "Come here."

(End of this chapter)