Bella Green, who was busy and flustered, heard the voice and instinctively turned around, sending the half head of cabbage in her hand flying.
The large kitchen was, at the moment, not even big enough for a place to stand.
Leaves of cabbage and grains of rice were scattered everywhere, and the countertop was almost completely covered with various items.
And Bella Green was still bustling around in circles.
"You, ouch..." Bella was just about to speak, when her whole face crumpled in pain.
Mason Bennett saw this and quickly went over.
Hearing this, Bella nearly exploded, glaring at the man in front of her with a mix of shock and anger, not knowing if she should be happy or mad.
What kind of weird illness does this man have? Ferocious when it flares up, but afterwards remembers nothing?
Thinking of this, Bella angrily continued to make porridge, thinking it’s better for him not to remember, as it would be even more awkward if he did.
Since he didn’t speak, Mason furrowed his brows, took a big step forward to stand in front of the young man, pulled him closer, and lifted his smooth chin to pry open his lips with his fingers.
He saw a shocking wound on the small tongue, with faint traces of blood seeping out.
"What happened?" The man’s voice turned cold as he sternly inquired.
Asking so righteously, doesn’t your conscience hurt?
"Bit my tongue accidentally." Can’t speak well.
Mason furrowed his brows, "Can’t understand."
Mason’s brows furrowed even deeper, unable to comprehend his muddled words.
But he could guess that he had bitten his tongue.
"Did you leave your brain at home? How did you end up biting yourself ?" The man scolded, expressionless and with a serious tone.
Bella Green turned her head, looking around.
Where’s her knife? Her knife?
Mason, however, did not continue to provoke him, glanced at the chaotic kitchen indescribably, and turned to leave, unable to bear looking any longer.
Bella angrily glared at the man’s back for a while, then puffed up her face and went back to making porridge...
Mark Manning, carrying a medicine box, rushed in without knocking and directly entered the house by pressing the password.
Seeing Mason Bennet leisurely sitting on the sofa, he couldn’t help but be stunned, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and quickly walked over.
"Is everything okay?" he asked in surprise.
Just now, Mason called and urgently asked him to come over, thinking he was about to have an episode, but the person in front of him, apart from looking a bit pale, showed no signs of any episode?
"Bella’s tongue got bitten." The man said calmly.
Mark Manning: "???" What did you say? Can you say it again!
Clearly being a psychologist is trained to even handle first aid, was it easy for him? And now a bitten tongue requires him?
Mark Manning was furious! But...
Just as he asked, Bella came out holding a bowl of porridge, placed it on the dining table, then pointed at Mason, and then pointed at the porridge on the table, making her meaning quite clear.
Her tongue hurt, she didn’t want to talk.
Mark Manning: "..." He remembered that Mason Bennett didn’t allow anyone to stay over here?
And this young boy, wasn’t he the one he saw at the old house last time? He looked at Mason in astonishment.
Could it be that he really had an episode, and was even cured by this young boy in front of him?
The thought just crossed his mind, and he laughed, how could that be possible, he knew better than anyone what Mason Bennett was like during an episode, how could a young boy handle and resolve it?
Mason looked at the boy whose hair was messy, and his cheeks dirty from being busy, and couldn’t help but curve his lips upwards, stood up and went over, leaving Mark Manning looking bewildered.
Did he see it wrong? Did Young Master Mason just smile?
Mason walked to the dining table, and as soon as he sat down, the smile on his face froze.
He turned to look at Bella, who was blinking her big eyes with a look of expectation, and his expression turned even gloomier.
"I say a few words to you and you want to poison me?"