A pheasant originally weighs only about three pounds, and after being cut into pieces, there is not much left.
However, when stewing the chicken, Ming Leyao added a lot of things and it ended up being a big bowl full.
Ming Leyao took out a large bowl and picked out a lot of good meat, put some mushrooms and potatoes, and poured soup on top. The taste was rich and it looked appetizing.
"You eat first. I'll bring some to Uncle and Aunt."
"I'm waiting for you."
Fu Wencheng insisted, and Ming Leyao didn't argue with him about it. She put the two bowls into the basket and walked towards the cowshed.
Now that Uncle Ming and his family live in the cowshed, it is no longer a place that everyone in the production team avoids as it used to be.
"Fourth uncle, fourth aunt."
"Hey? Le Yao?"
The flimsy thatched hut was repaired and looked very clean. My uncle also built a fence with branches and set up a stove in the open air, where my aunt was making pancakes.
"Aunt Si, are you cooking?"
"Yeah, have you eaten yet? Le Yao? Otherwise, let's eat at Fourth Aunt's house."
"No, I have already prepared the meal. I went up the mountain today and got some harvest, so I specially brought it to Fourth Aunt."
Having said that, he pulled Fourth Aunt into the house.
Take out the bowl and place it on the table.
"Is this... a chicken?"
"Aunt Si, please keep your voice down. This is a pheasant. I caught it in the mountains. Don't let anyone know, otherwise I, your niece, will be arrested and taught a lesson."
"Yes, yes, yes, keep your voice down, keep your voice down."
"That pheasant is small and doesn't have much meat, but it's still meaty at least. I also put a lot of mushrooms and potatoes in it. It's enough for your family of four."
"Le Yao, this... this... As an elder, it is my responsibility to take care of you, a younger generation. It is because Fourth Aunt is incompetent that I have asked you to take care of me instead."
"Don't be polite, Fourth Aunt. We are a family, and we should take care of each other. Besides, Fourth Uncle must be tired after working all day for this family. If he doesn't make up for it, how can his body bear it? Fourth Aunt, don't push it back and forth with me. It's not good for others to see it."
"Ah, Fourth Aunt knows it all."
"Then you guys eat, I'll go back first."
"Should I ask Xiao Jiang to take you there?"
"She is younger than me. If you send me back, I have to send her back. We have nothing to do this evening but send people to play. I know the village well, auntie, it's okay."
"Okay, remember to come find Fourth Aunt if you have any problems. If Fourth Aunt doesn't have any skills, you still have Fourth Uncle."
"I understand, Fourth Aunt."
Ming Leyao waved her hand, accepted her aunt's kindness, and turned to go home.
In the kitchen, Fu Wencheng arranged the food and sat there straight, motionless like a statue.
Hearing the sound of the door, he came to his senses, stood up and wanted to go forward.
"Don't move, don't move, eat."
"Is this...is this rice enough for you? If not, I still have some food coupons here. Can you use them to buy some more?"
“Enough.”
Cui Ying brought a big bag when she came before, plus the rice in her space, and the rice she occasionally bought outside to cover up her tracks, so there was no shortage of rice at home.
"If it's not enough, tell me."
Ming Leyao paused while serving rice and asked casually, "Don't you think I'm being pretentious by eating fine grains every day?"
"Ah? Why is eating fine grains considered pretentious?"
"Now, for the entire production team, eating fine grains every meal is a luxury, let alone eating fine grains once a year."
"You are different from others."
Fu Wencheng's voice seemed not loud, but it was like raindrops, dripping on Ming Leyao's heart word by word.
"I am also a human being, why am I different from others?"
Ming Leyao didn't know what answer she wanted to hear, but she just felt that this was not what she wanted.
"Other people have nothing to do with me. I just like you to be pampered. The more pampered the better."
After Fu Wencheng finished speaking, he buried his head in the bowl, not daring to look at Ming Leyao's expression, but Ming Leyao's fair face had already turned red.
The two of them were busy eating, and no one was talking, but an ambiguous atmosphere lingered around them, and there was not the slightest bit of awkwardness.
After dinner, Fu Wencheng stood up to pick up the bowls, wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, sweep the floor, and put away the clothes. He worked efficiently and conscientiously, but his wheat-colored face was always red, which made Ming Leyao feel a little funny.
What a pure man.
Ming Leyao goes to work as usual every day and cooks when she gets home. She keeps a low profile. Plus, her home is a bit remote, so basically no one comes here except for her close relatives.
This allowed Fu Wencheng to hide safely for three days.
The scabs on the body slowly began to fall off, revealing the pink new flesh inside.
"Will it leave a scar?"
"What? Still can't leave a scar?"
"...It's better not to stay."
Ming Leyao knew that he could say that because it was necessary for the mission, so she silently took out a paste and gently applied it to his wound.
Suddenly, Fu Wencheng grabbed Ming Leyao's soft hand. Ming Leyao jumped in surprise and looked up into his deep black eyes...
In his black eyes, huge waves were rolling, and it seemed as if they were going to swallow her up in the next second.
"you..."
"I..I can do it myself."
Fu Wencheng took the medicine box, scooped out a little ointment, and applied it himself.
It was as if everything that happened just now didn't exist.
Only he himself knew how those little hands had set him on fire. If it weren't for his amazing self-control, maybe...
He wanted to apply the medicine himself, so Ming Leyao naturally let him do it. The pair of black eyes filled with various emotions kept flashing in her mind. She felt a little dry in the mouth, so she got up and went outside to drink some water.
At night, before going to bed, Fu Wencheng checked his wound and found that the original scar was now only a shallow scar. If you didn't look carefully, it was basically invisible.
In addition to shock, he was filled with fighting spirit. His current position was still too low, and he was afraid that he could not protect her well. He had to continue to work hard and climb up...
Little did he know that if he said this to others, he would probably be chased by others and called him Versailles.
There is no other military commander in the country who is only 22 years old. He is in such a low position? He is still working hard? Is there no way for others to survive?
Ming Leyao came out of the room sleepily, her mind a little confused. She had all kinds of dreams last night, mixed with some indescribable shameful things, all about that man, who made her wake up early in the morning feeling a little listless.
Just as I was about to open the door and walk into the yard, the door was opened from the outside.
The brow bones are clear and hidden, the nose bridge is high, the lips are thin, the contours are like carefully carved, eight abdominal muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist...
The water drops rolled down from the ends of his hair, all the way to the man's slender neck, passing over his cold and sharp Adam's apple...
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