But Qin Zhao still remembered it for him.

Jing Li lowered his head, feeling secretly happy in his heart: "You are so stingy."

Qin Zhao just smiled and said nothing.

He rubbed Jing Li's head and said, "Sit down and rest for a while. I'll go make some medicine."

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished speaking yet." Jing Li held him back, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "I was just about to say that you took the money without reporting it to me."

Qin Zhao: "..."

The husband of the house was really into the role.

Qin Zhao didn't argue with him and readily admitted his mistake: "I was wrong."

Jing Li insisted: "Just admitting your mistake verbally is not enough, you must be punished."

Who made Qin Zhao take advantage of him in front of outsiders today? The little koi was determined to take revenge and get the advantage back.

"Okay, I accept the punishment." Qin Zhao's attitude remained very cooperative, and he asked patiently, "What do you want to punish me for?"

Jing Li fell silent.

I haven’t thought about it yet.

The punishment had to be something he wanted the person to do, but that the person was unwilling to do. But after thinking for a long time, Jing Li was surprised to find that nothing seemed to meet this requirement.

No matter what he said, Qin Zhao would always agree to him.

Jing Li thought for a moment and said confidently, "I haven't thought about it yet, so I'll just owe it to you for now."

Qin Zhao: "..."

This little guy.

Qin Zhao smiled and shook his head, then turned and left the main house.

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The villagers originally had two meals a day, but Jing Li was always hungry, so Qin Zhao insisted that they change to three meals a day.

The two of them had rushed to town in the morning and hadn't eaten much. Now it was almost noon, so Qin Zhao put the medicine into the medicine pot and simmered it, and then boiled water and cooked two bowls of noodles.

Each bowl of noodles was topped with an egg, a few blanched vegetable leaves, seasoned, and topped with a spoonful of leftover lard from cooking the meat. As soon as the noodles were put into the wok, Jing Li came over, following the scent.

“It smells so good…”

Jing Li's eyes sparkled as he looked at the bowl in Qin Zhao's hand. Just as he was about to take it, Qin Zhao dodged sideways and said, "Why are you covered in mud? Go wash your hands first."

"I was just planting flowers." Jing Li muttered and went to wash his hands obediently.

He had changed into a dark red short-sleeved shirt for the purpose of planting flowers. The sleeves of his shirt were hastily rolled up, and the gauze from the hem to the cuffs, from his fingers to his palms, was all stained with mud.

Jing Li simply removed the gauze and rinsed his hands directly in the water.

The rule that wounds cannot get wet only applies to ordinary people. Jing Li is a fish, and if the water quality is not bad, wounds can even heal faster in water.

He quickly washed his hands, and Qin Zhao had already taken the noodles to the main house.

The main door of the house was open, allowing a view of the courtyard. The small patch of land in front of the main door showed signs of having been turned over, having been dug out by Jing Li.

The pits were arranged in an orderly manner, dug deep, and the distance between them was roughly the same.

Qin Zhao observed carefully for a moment and asked, "Can you also plant flowers?"

"Of course I can. I'm good at growing flowers. In the past, we--" Jing Li's voice paused.