208: Young Master Never Went Into the Kitchen

Young Master Never Went Into the Kitchen

Qiao Mianmian just mentioned it casually. But seeing how important it seemed to him, she suddenly felt touched. 1

Period cramps were actually something trivial to most people.

It wasn't even worth mentioning.

For some, it could even sound a little exaggerated or pretentious.

Back when she was still in the Qiao household, only Nanny Chen and Qiao Chen would bother to care about her for those few days each month when she felt awful.

As for the rest of them, there wasn't even a word of concern.

Now, she had Mo Yesi to care for her too.

Besides Nanny Chen and her younger brother, her husband… also cared for her.

This felt nice.

"Ah, Mo Yesi, you…" Qiao Mianmian suddenly called out.

"Since you're unwell, you should lie down to rest." Mo Yesi picked her up horizontally and carried her to the bed before putting her down gently.

"Tell me, how can I make you feel more comfortable?"

The man had one hand on her shoulder as he asked her seriously.

"Nah, I don't need rest. I don't feel too bad. And we've got to pick Chen Chen up at the hospital today."

Qiao Mianmian was about to get up, but the man kept her down and looked at her deeply. "I say you need rest, and that's that. Be good.

"When you're done resting, we'll head to the hospital. It's just a few moments of delay.

"Moreover, if you can't go, there's still me. I'm Qiao Chen's brother-in-law, are you worried I wouldn't be able to take good care of him?"

"No, I didn't mean that…"

"Then be good." The man sounded gentle but also firm. "You look so pale now, how could I not be worried? Tell me, how did you use to deal with your stomach discomforts?"

Qiao Mianmian looked at him for a few seconds and helplessly lay back down when she figured that he wasn't letting her go.

She wasn't that weak!

This sort of pain didn't warrant lying in bed.

"Baby?"

Mo Yesi looked at her. "Tell me."

Qiao Mianmian casually said, "When my stomach hurt, Qiao Chen used to brew some brown sugar drink for me, and get me a heat pack for my stomach. I'd feel much better after that.

"But now that Chen Chen is hospitalized, nobody takes care of me this way."

Brown sugar drink, heat pack?

Mo Yesi stood by the bedside and thought for a while. He then pulled the blanket over her and patted her on the head. "Mm, I got it. Rest for a while, I'll go downstairs and take a look."

With that, he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Seeing him leave, Qiao Mianmian didn't think too much about it either. He was probably going to get the chef to prepare a brown sugar drink for her.

…

Mo Yesi went downstairs.

Lei En came forward and greeted politely. "Young Master, would you like breakfast to be prepared?"

Mo Yesi shook his head and headed for the kitchen.

Lei En followed behind him and was taken aback to see that he was entering the kitchen.

Eh? Young Master never goes into the kitchen.

What's he…

"Young Master, is there something you're looking for?" Lei En asked out of curiosity.

The group of people preparing breakfast in the kitchen were shocked to see that Mo Yesi had come in.

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