"Are you able to move around?" Seeing Ye Zi’an with one leg lying flat on the bed and the other hanging off the edge, Yang Chuxia asked.
Mu Shaoling immediately responded coldly, "If you want his leg to be completely crippled, then let him move around."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia quickly moved Ye Zi’an’s other leg onto the bed as well. Mu Shaoling, who was watching this scene, snorted disdainfully before beginning to lift the lid off the pot on the table.
Yang Chuxia brought the pot over for fear that the porridge would cool down on the way. It wasn’t her fault for being overly careful; after all, Young Master Mu’s territory was so large that even a temporary accommodation site could span several acres.
When Mu Shaoling saw the contents of the pot, he sniffed and sneered, "So much for being a diligent hospitable woman. What kind of slop is this? The chicken shreds are so thickly cut, and the porridge isn’t even slightly glutinous."
As he was saying this, he was also dishing out some porridge from the pot.
"Hey, that’s not for you!" Yang Chuxia tried to stop him when she saw him serving himself, but it was too late. He was already eating.
Of course, he would take a sip and then cringe, complaining it was too bland one moment and too salty the next. It made Yang Chuxia wonder if he was actually eating the porridge from the same pot.
"If you find it so distasteful, why are you still eating it? That’s meant for my dad and Brother An. If you eat it, you’re going to owe me porridge!"
Yang Chuxia said this, but Mu Shaoling acted as if he hadn’t heard. He finished one bowl and proceeded set for more.
The pot wasn’t that big to begin with. After he had scooped three bowls, half of the porridge was gone.
Yang Chuxia hurriedly grabbed one of the bowls on the table and dished out some porridge, then called out Yang Dachuan, "Dad, eat quickly before it’s all gone."
Seeing her stingy appearance, Mu Shaoling scoffed, "Such stinginess. The rice and meat are mine."
However, Yang Chuxia didn’t bother to respond to him. She filled another bowl of porridge and saw Fugui still standing aside. So, she said, "Fugui, come and eat, don’t be formal here."
Afterward, she handed the bowl of porridge in her hands to Ye Zi’an, "Brother An, try this, I made it. It’s my first time making chicken porridge."
"Hmm, thanks Xiaxia! Xiaxia’s is delicious!" Ye Zi’an said as he took the bowl from her.
"Then you’ll have another bowl later." Yang Chuxia said, pleased.
Who would have known that Mu Shaoling couldn’t stand seeing them being affectionate. He sneered, "Drink it then, since his leg can’t move, if he drinks too much and needs to pee, he’ll have to hold it."
Damn it, Yang Chuxia was sure her face must be green at this point!
Because she noticed Ye Zi’an also seemed unsettled!
"Can’t you be any more disgusting!"
Mu Shaoling calmly put down his bowl and chopsticks, "Am I not stating the facts?" Finished speaking he prepared to leave, but just as he reached the door, he added, "And don’t eat too much steamed bread either, otherwise holding in a shit would be even more uncomfortable."
Just like that, in a few words, he completely destroyed Ye Zi’an’s appetite.
Not to mention Ye Zi’an, Yang Chuxia herself lost her appetite seeing the porridge in the pot stirred and left alone. She cursed in her heart numerous times that Mu Shaoling was a pervert.
"Xiaxia, why don’t I go get some more food for you guys?" Yang Dachuan suggested when he saw the two kids not eating anymore.
"No need, Dad. Once you’re finished, go back to your room and rest. You must be tired from taking care of Brother An last night."
"I’m okay, Fugui took care of him last night." Yang Dachuan said then turned to Fugui, "Fugui, you go rest a bit later. We’ve got people here during the day."