“Mother… you…”
Before Da Bao could even utter his wronged complaint, Ling Mo Han hurriedly changed the subject: “Let’s eat first. We can talk about anything after we’re done.”
“Alright, let’s eat first.” Feng Jin chimed in agreement, following Ling Mo Han out, leaving Da Bao standing stunned in his place, unsure of what to do.
Er Bao painstakingly climbed down from his chair and walked with steady steps to his older brother’s side, shaking his head with a helpless sigh as he looked at Da Bao, who still hadn’t snapped out of his daze.
He reached out and patted Da Bao’s shoulder, expressing his sympathy, then strode out.
Da Bao’s expression remained stiff, and after a moment of silence, he dejectedly walked out.
Throughout the meal, Da Bao’s mood plummeted to its lowest point. Even facing his favorite dishes, he showed little interest, constantly lowering his head and eating mouthful by mouthful.
Feng Jin naturally noticed Da Bao’s mood but didn’t intervene. Children often felt unhappy; they had to learn to adjust their emotions themselves and couldn’t always rely on others to coax them, as that would foster a habit.
“Young Master, don’t just eat vegetables, have some of these shrimp.” Cai Qing placed peeled shrimp onto the plates in front of Da Bao and Er Bao.
Today, she found it strange that the young master wasn’t eating with much zest. Especially Da Bao, who usually loved food the most. Today, he seemed completely uninterested, not even touching his usual favorites.
Feng Jin ate a couple of bites casually and then put down her chopsticks: “You two eat obediently, Mother will go wash your clothes.”
“Mother…” Da Bao looked up at his mother, his large eyes brimming with tears, appearing incredibly pitiful.
“Eat obediently, Mother is going to wash your dirty clothes.”
These two sentences from Feng Jin instantly moved Da Bao to tears. So, his mother still loved him.
“Alright, let’s eat first, don’t go hungry.” Feng Jin reached out and gently rubbed Da Bao’s forehead, her expression full of tenderness.
Da Bao sniffled, touched, and the food in his bowl suddenly seemed much more appealing. He immediately dug in, eating heartily.
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“Young Madam, let me wash these clothes.” Chu Qing looked at the basin full of dirty clothes and said.
“No, they are my children’s clothes, I will wash them.”
This was a mother’s most basic duty. She couldn’t delegate such tasks to others; otherwise, she would be a most unqualified mother.
“Young Madam, it’s winter and bitterly cold. The water is chilling to the bone. Let me fetch some hot water to add.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Qing hurried to fetch the hot water from the stove and poured it into the basin.
With warmer water, Feng Jin found washing clothes more comfortable. By the time she finished washing them, the sky had already begun to darken.
Feng Jin was so tired her back ached. She returned to the room and lay down on the bed, gently patting her waist, which finally felt better.
“Are they all washed?” Ling Mo Han saw Feng Jin and got up, walking over to her and asking.
“All washed. My back is so sore, help me massage it.”
Feng Jin directed Ling Mo Han to rub her shoulders and pat her back. She was too tired to move any further and could only lie on the bed and enjoy his ministrations.
“Give me your hand.”
Ling Mo Han took Feng Jin’s hand and carefully applied the rose essential oil they had prepared earlier.
“You have this? How unusual?”
“I took it from your dressing table. It smells quite fragrant, so using it on your hand is putting it to good use.”
Feng Jin rolled her eyes. So, he was using her things to show affection, that was quite something. She had been touched for a moment just now.
“Don’t mess with my things carelessly in the future, they are all very expensive, and you’re wasting them.”
She always felt that half of the skincare products on her dressing table had been used up by Ling Mo Han, a pure waste of her things, and it was truly excessive.
Ling Mo Han touched his nose with a hint of embarrassment. He had been very careful when he used them a few times, but he didn’t expect Feng Jin to discover it.
“Actually, I haven’t used them that much. It’s all your imagination; you’re mistaken.”
Feng Jin’s eyes narrowed slightly as she scrutinized Ling Mo Han’s face. Finally, she pinched his cheek and looked at him from top to bottom: “You dare say you haven’t used them? Your face is at least a shade lighter, and the acne on your forehead is also because you used my skincare products.”
“I am a woman, and you are a man. Our skin types are different, and we cannot use the same skincare products. If you want to use them, I can create men’s specialized skincare products according to your skin type. If you continue to use them haphazardly like this, your face will eventually break out in acne.”
Ling Mo Han quickly touched his face in alarm, feeling a sharp pain on his forehead. A pimple had indeed appeared. He hadn’t noticed it a couple of days ago.
Could it really be the result of secretly using those skincare products? If so, he would never dare use them again.
“Serves you right. Let’s see if you dare to use them again.” Feng Jin chided him lightly. She then got up, took a pink jar from her dressing table, opened it, scooped out some ointment, and applied it to his forehead, rubbing it gently.
“Apply it again tonight, and it should subside.”
Fortunately, she had already researched an acne-clearing ointment. Otherwise, Ling Mo Han’s pimple would have taken a long time to disappear, and he would have suffered greatly.
“Don’t sneakily use them again in the future. I’ll make a few suitable skincare products for you.”
This was partly to prevent Ling Mo Han from wasting her skincare products in the future, and partly for the sake of his face. If he ruined it, it would be irreparable.
If his face were truly disfigured and unsightly, it would be a great pity. Feng Jin felt it was best to create a set of skincare products specifically for Ling Mo Han.
Ling Mo Han nodded in agreement. Even if Feng Jin hadn't said anything, he wouldn't dare to continue using them secretly, for fear of truly ruining his face.
Although he considered himself someone who didn't rely on his looks for a living, everyone wanted a handsome face. Even looking at it himself could bring joy.
He reached out and touched his smooth, unblemished skin, feeling that his complexion had indeed improved considerably in recent days. It seemed Feng Jin’s skincare products were truly effective, it was just a pity he couldn't use them anymore.
“Hurry up and develop skincare products for me that are like yours.”