Chapter 634

ar Bro take him instead!The black-clad men helplessly looked at Ye Feimo. One of them weakly said, "Second Young Master, it seems like Qiang Bro has no appetite."Ye Feimo expressionless, spinning the...Chapter 634

"Who is路人甲" Moshe Yao asked him, his gaze calm. He had just woken up and looked very haggard; the injuries were severe, making his voice sound weak, but it did nothing to diminish his authority. Mo Xiaobai was clashing with himself; a fire burned within him with no outlet for release, turning his face red from frustration. Hearing Moshe Yao ask this question made that flame rise even higher. Mo Xiaobai was utterly frustrated.

Moshe Yao's entire body hurt due to the gunshot wound and the collision injury; he lacked the strength to argue with Mo Xiaobai now. If he were to talk about these matters, it would have to wait until his spirits improved and he could think clearly. After the anesthesia wore off, every part of his body felt as if pierced by a knife, and all his energy was dedicated to fighting against the pain; there was no extra strength left to fight with Mo Xiaobai. Clearly, Mo Xiaobai did not share this sentiment; he stared at Moshe Yao with fierce eyes and said, "The路人甲you saved."

Moshe Yao closed his eyes for a moment to gather some energy, then replied, "His name is Bai Liu."

"I don't care if he's called 白柳 or 黑柳, he’s still the路人甲," Mo Xiaobai sat gloomily aside; it seemed like he was about to bang his head on the bed in protest. Moshe Yao noticed that Mo Xiaobai looked as if his hands were itching and appeared very distressed. He was too lazy to argue with such a childish person, but still repeated, "His name is Bai Liu."

Moxiaobai grew angry; Moshe Yao responded indifferently with two words, "I'm hungry."

The anger in Mo Xiaobai's heart seemed dispersed by these two people. Feeling uncomfortable from holding it in, his face turned red like a blood flower blooming on his cheeks. Mo Xiaobai leaped up and took the bowl before leaving. This jump caused the bed to bounce slightly; Moshe Yao gritted his teeth in pain. Mo Xiaobai seemed to recall something and twisted his head stiffly with a pleading tone, "Boss..."

Moshe Yao waved his hand, still carrying that indifferent expression of telling someone to leave gracefully. Mo Xiaobai was furious but left heavily on foot. The doctor saw him come out looking dispirited and thought to himself in German, "When dealing with patients, especially those enduring pain, one needs to be patient as their tempers are usually irritable."

Irritable

Boss' temper is irritable Nonsense, all men in the world could be irritable, but not his boss. Mo Xiaobai deeply realized that this doctor was indeed unreliable and very unreliable.

The German doctor said, "If you don't believe it then forget it."

Young Master really doesn’t believe you.

Moxiaobai brought in some millet porridge; Moshe Yao said, "Next time prepare something else."

"You don't like it" City novel Mo Xiaobai looked at the orange-yellow millet porridge guiltily, "I've been stewing for a long time."

Mo Yao's face turned dark, "Rice porridge."

"No rice, just millet," said Mo Xiaobai. He couldn't find any rice at the last minute and used this instead. Fortunately, it still had decent nutrition. Mo Yao’s face darkened again, “I don’t eat such sweet stuff.”

"Next time I’ll cook it salty," Mo Xiaobai said in a flattering tone as he began to feed him bite by bite, but his mind wandered off and he instructed the cloud to get some rice and lean meat. The boss really doesn't like this kind of food, but Mo Xiaobai thought it tasted pretty good.

Mo Xiaobai fed him another mouthful. Seeing that Mo Yao was having difficulty swallowing, he pouted and muttered something under his breath—pretty tasty, in fact. He pushed the remaining half bite into his own mouth with relish; Mo Yao’s expression changed instantly.

"Isn't it pretty good" Mo Xiaobai pursed his lips, not feeling anything was amiss about them sharing one spoonful of millet porridge. He was worried that the boss didn’t like it: "I know you don’t like sweet things; I put in very little sugar."

Mo Yao said nothing and stared at him angrily. Mo Xiaobai felt nervous under his gaze and begged for mercy, “Okay, okay, we won't eat this tonight.”

"We have a communication problem," muttered Mo Yao; he and Xiao Bai were completely out of sync.

So the two of them continued to feed each other another bowl of millet porridge with their own thoughts. Mo Yao didn’t have much of an appetite, so his serving was very small, and after eating two bowls he couldn't take any more; Mo Xiaobai naturally prioritized his boss's well-being over everything else and stopped him from continuing. Mo Yao felt a turmoil in his heart because of Xiao Bai’s thoughtless action, but then again it seemed normal: when they were training in the jungle without food before, eating rabbit meat one bite at a time hadn’t bothered anyone.

Normal…

He wanted Xiao Bai to give him some space; this person made him feel exhausted when he was around.

But Mo Xiaobai seemed to have no intention of leaving. Mo Yao usually had no way to deal with him, except for that time in Washington when he had lost control—otherwise, he always did as Mo Xiaobai wished.

He didn’t actually dislike the feeling of having Xiao Bai serve him.

Aiming to take action while his opponent was inactive, Mo Yao said, “I’m tired.”

Moxiao Bai adjusted the bed to lower it, allowing Moyer to rest. Moyer closed his eyes; seriously injured people tend to be exhausted, and he fell asleep almost immediately after closing them. Moxiao Bai had thought about moving Moyer somewhere else, but the conditions in this private clinic were truly subpar. However... This German doctor was reliable when it came to confidentiality. Recently, German police had been investigating all hospitals and private clinics for any treatment of strangers, particularly gunshot wounds. The doctor cleverly slipped past their inquiry without exposing them. Since they were in Berlin, a place he wasn't very familiar with, moving elsewhere could be risky; if something went wrong, they would still need to go to the hospital, which could cause trouble.

So, Moxiao Bai decided to adapt to his circumstances.

While Moyer was sleeping, he called Yun and asked him to bring over some rice, lean meat, medicinal herbs, and other supplements. Yun looked glum as the German doctor introduced a few recipes for nourishment. Moxiao Bai waved them off; those were remedies suited for Germans with different constitutions. The German doctor looked down on him completely.

Moxiao Bai was an impatient person who couldn't sit still, and after Yun delivered the items and gave him a severe look, he left again. The kitchen in this private clinic was rather messy, but Moxiao Bai, being a perfectionist, insisted that everything be perfect. Thus, with nothing else to do, he began to clean up the kitchen. The German doctor thought he was looking for trouble, while Moxiao Bai found him unhygienic. My brother needs food, and it must be clean; the environment matters.

The German doctor was speechless. "Is this my home or yours Why aren't you being polite" Moxiao Bai and this doctor had an instant rapport that didn't allow for politeness. As Moyer slept intermittently, he heard them bickering like children, mainly about the kitchen. Later on, the German doctor asked him how to cook porridge because his wife always felt nauseous whenever she fell ill and couldn’t stand what he made. He wanted to learn a few things so they would come in handy later. Consequently, their argument turned into them teaching each other; apart from times when there was a patient, both of them would be holed up in the kitchen. Moxiao Bai not only cooked porridge but also bone broth for nourishment.

The German doctor said that if they were to nourish based on similar body parts, one should use pig blood or beef blood and meat. Moxiao Bai brandished his ladle at him angrily.

Some people indeed hit it off immediately with a strange way of interacting, expressing their affection through submissive behavior. The little nurse smiled and said they had good chemistry. Both took a step back and looked disdainfully at each other, causing the nurse to giggle while Moxiao Bai felt an unpleasant chill.

"I didn't expect your cooking skills to be quite good—Who taught you" asked the German doctor.

Moxiao Bai bragged, "This old man is full of talent and vigor, hardworking, capable of anything, a simple culinary skill doesn’t pose any challenge."

The German doctor scoffed; he was truly shameless, but his boastings were indeed accurate.

Just the aroma made him think that everything he had eaten in Germany could be considered pig feed.

Leaning against the small kitchen door, the German doctor asked, "The person lying inside, is he really your brother"

"Of course. If we were to do a DNA test, it’s likely that you and I have the same father," replied Moxiao Bai. Since Mo Ye and Mo Jue shared the same genetic makeup, they were essentially half-brothers... In terms of blood relation.

"They don't look alike at all.

"Who says it's not like him Five out of ten is good enough," Mo Xiaobai said coldly, "You Germans can't understand our Oriental beauty or our aesthetic standards."

The German doctor remained silent; after all, his wife was an Oriental woman.

But he wouldn't tell this to Mo Xiaobai because it would result in him losing a lot of benefits.

"You seem pretty nice to him," the German doctor said, "His wife doesn’t treat him as well as you do."

Mo Xiaobai's face darkened immediately. "My brother hasn't gotten married yet."

The word "wife" sounded so harsh. This person’s accent was too heavy; Mo Xiaobai slashed a radish in half with one swift motion, and the German doctor patted his chest, intimidated by her aggressive energy.

The German doctor asked again, "You look so young that you probably haven't gotten married yet."

"Is it any of your business if I have a wife or not Are you going to introduce me to someone" Mo Xiaobai asked in a nonchalant manner. The German doctor was silent for a moment and then persisted, "So do you have one or not"

Mo Xiaobai waved her cleaver around and answered, "No."

The German doctor seemed to understand; he gave an expression that said ‘I knew it all along’. But Mo Xiaobai suddenly stopped what she was doing and added another sentence, "But I do have one."

The German doctor choked on his breath and stared at Mo Xiaobai with a face like he had seen a ghost. Who would believe him if he said he had a wife now

Mo Xiaobai felt offended by the look of disbelief; she pretended to be annoyed as she swept away her cleaver, "I am in my prime and extremely charming. What's the big deal about having a wife Is that your way of saying I can’t find one"

"Hey, buddy, you might have some psychological issues."imo remained silent without denying or confirming. Kan Bi's voice carried a touch of smugness, "Fei Mo, is it because she looks like me that you chose her""Don't compare the two of you," he cut in dis...