here we go again
"I'm just discussing cooking with Boss He." Heng Yusheng smiled at He Yingchun, "Boss He, I'll be leaving first."
"Okay!" He Yingchun said loudly. Because Wen Jingzhao was there, she didn't say too much.
Heng Yusheng turned and left. She was dressed in black, her face was as gentle as jade, a little pale, and her back was straight and elegant.
"This pretty boy is just like you. This is not good for you." Zhang Chao clicked his tongue at the side, looking like he was enjoying the fun.
Without waiting for Wen Jingzhao to speak, he rushed into the store and shouted, "Give me a bowl of shredded chicken noodles and two roujiamo!" When his mother saw it was him, she let him get the roujiamo himself. "Okay, hehe, do it yourself and you'll have enough food and clothing."
"Are you hungry? Have you eaten?" He Yingchun quickly pulled him into the noodle shop, "Come on, I'll cook for you!"
Wen Jingzhao pulled his arm away and said, "No need, I'm not hungry."
He walked around and planned to enter the house through the back door. He lowered his eyes, with a hint of coldness between his brows.
Clearly angry, He Yingchun trotted forward and said, "Boss Heng really just came here to eat noodles. If you say you're open for business, you can't kick people out, right?"
Wen Jingzhao snorted coldly, "He is Boss Heng, and you are Boss He. You are a perfect match."
"Then you said that we are doing business, aren't we all called boss? If you do business, I will call you Wen Boss." She leaned forward, "Huh? Wen Boss?"
"I don't deserve it." Wen Jingzhao pushed open the door. "Isn't Boss He still waiting for Boss Heng to come next time?"
After coaxing him for a long time, he was still sarcastic, smiling but not really smiling, and acting jealous.
"Stingy!"
He Yingchun was also annoyed and slammed the door shut with a loud "bang".
The person was really gone, and Wen Jingzhao felt uncomfortable again. The wound on his wrist stopped moving, so he pulled off the cloth tied around it, moving slowly because the wound was healing and the cloth stuck to his flesh, causing agonizing pain every time he tore it.
He exhaled slowly and finally pulled away all the cloth, revealing his wrist in full view.
The smell of blood filled the air, and blood surged and dripped onto the ground, forming bloodstains. The wounds began to bleed again, and the blue-white bones were particularly terrifying.
Wen Jingzhao took out the porcelain bottle and took another pill.
The bleeding slowly stopped, but intense stinging pain concentrated in the wound, causing him to fall to the ground in pain, gasping silently.
He stared at the wound closely, and the flesh on the bone slowly recovered, from bone to tendon to skin, bit by bit, at a very slow speed.
There was a loud ringing in his ears and a dull pain in his head. Wen Jingzhao gritted his teeth, but the pain became even worse. He moved to the edge of the kang, randomly pulled out a piece of cloth and bit it, closing his eyes, trying to endure the pain.
He Yingchun walked into the house carrying a bowl of shredded chicken noodles, thinking that she would just put it down and leave. She couldn't pamper Wen Jingzhao too much as he was too jealous.
As soon as he entered the inner room, he saw blood on the ground. He leaned against the kang with his eyes closed.
Her blood stagnated for a moment, and her heart instantly rose to her throat, "Wen Jingzhao!"
Wen Jingzhao was shaking all over, the muscles in his wrists were twitching, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Her hands holding the bowl couldn't help but tremble, and she ran to his side, "Are you hurt? Where's the medicine? I..."
"I ate it. I just ate it." Wen Jingzhao pulled the cloth out of his mouth and took a few breaths. He raised his hand and said in a low voice, "My wrist is broken."
"Broken...broken?" He Yingchun held her breath and touched his hand carefully.
There was a blood clot on the wrist, a wound with the skin and flesh turned outward.
"Broken? No..." He Yingchun leaned over to look carefully. She pulled up Wen Jingzhao's other hand, and it was intact.
She looked at the injured hand carefully again. It was covered with blood and flesh. Wen Jingzhao didn't want her to look at it any longer, so he simply covered it with the cloth in his hand and let it heal on its own.
"Let me rest for a while." Wen Jingzhao said with difficulty, and He Yingchun wiped the sweat from his head.
"Then lie down on the ground. It's so cold." She helped Wen Jingzhao lie down on the ground.
Wen Jingzhao pulled her to lie side by side, and his uninjured hand stroked her hair like he was petting a kitten, and he relaxed for a rare moment.
After less than a quarter of an hour, Wen Jingzhao gradually calmed down.
"Are you feeling better? I have some medicine here."
Wen Jingzhao shook his head. He took away the cloth, and only a blood mark remained on the wound. He Yingchun touched the piece of flesh and found it was no different from the one next to it.
“It seems to have really healed.”
Wen Jingzhao looked at the wound with a deep gaze. He said in a deep voice, "This medicine has miraculous effects. Where did you get it from? And the water is the same."
When talking about this for the first time, He Yingchun's eyes were evasive. She didn't know how to talk about it.
"If you don't want to tell me, I won't force you." Wen Jingzhao straightened up, "But this matter must not be exposed. It can reconnect broken bones and heal wounds in less than half a day. The magic pill is no more than this." If it is snatched away and used by someone with ulterior motives, it will be a disaster.
"No, actually, I've tried it. This medicine only works for you and me. To others, it's just sweet water and slightly bitter medicine." He Yingchun pursed her lips. "There's nothing I can't say, it's just hard to believe... Actually, after I fell into the lake that time, you saved me. When I woke up, I had this ability. It only works for you and me."
Wen Jingzhao frowned. He had never heard of such a strange thing.
"It might be the jade pendant you gave me. I don't know if you still remember the jade pendant you gave me. It disappeared when I came out of the lake." He Yingchun felt that it was the jade pendant that turned into a mark on his chest, which brought about the system.
"Jade pendant?" Wen Jingzhao pondered. He had too many jade pendants and could not remember which one he gave her. He rubbed his fingers unintentionally, and the fabric between his hands made a rustling sound.
"This cloth..." He Yingchun lowered her head and took a closer look. It was a green cloth with pink and white interwoven patterns. Although it was wrinkled and tangled into a ball, wasn't this her bellyband?
Wen Jingzhao unfolded it in front of his eyes, his slender fingers hooked around the thin strap, but before he could take a closer look, He Yingchun snatched it away.
She held the bellyband in her hand. She had wanted to wash it in the morning, so she folded it and placed it next to the kang. She hurriedly stuffed it into the cabinet.
He Yingchun's ears turned red as she picked up the cold noodles and said, "You take a rest first. If you're hungry, go to the front and I'll make you whatever you want to eat." Then she trotted out of the house.
Wen Jingzhao recalled the shape of the thing and guessed what it was. He chuckled, found a bandage to wrap around the wound, and planned to boil water for a bath.
"It's been windy these days, so I told you to wear more clothes. Look, your face is red from the cold." Mom was scooping noodles. She handed the rag to He Yingchun and asked her to wipe her hands.
"No...which one needs to be served?" "These bowls are all for the table near the door." She picked up the noodles and brought them to the guest's table.
When she went back, she glanced outside the door and saw Huo Saner wandering outside. When he saw her looking at him, he pretended to pass by by chance and left.
Why is it him again? He Yingchun pretended not to see it and turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
Huo Saner scratched his head and said, "Yes, it must be her. Wasn't she burned to death in the fire?" At that time, he felt it was a pity that such a good craft was wasted. This matter was strange, so he didn't say much. He glanced at the sign again and slowly walked back.
After seeing the person leave, He Yingchun stuck her head out. She probably didn't notice it, but before she could think about it, a guest came in.
"Give me a bowl of pork chop noodles!"
"Okay! Right away!"
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In the evening, she talked about this with Wen Jingzhao, "He might have recognized me."
He Yingchun added, "But maybe he wasn't sure yet, so he didn't come. Luckily, he didn't see Mum... Actually, it wouldn't matter if he did see her. We'll just refuse to admit it anyway. No, what if he tells on us?"
She paced in the small room, muttering to herself.
Wen Jingzhao was dizzy from her twirling. "Don't worry too much. You and Mum's identities have been re-registered with the government. They won't be able to find anything."
"Yeah, what if? I'm just afraid of what if..." He Yingchun is not actually a person who gets anxious all the time, but her life is so comfortable now, like a dream, and she is afraid that it will be broken by someone.
"Nothing will happen." Wen Jingzhao held her hand. "Relax, just treat him generously when he comes. As you said, he should be a smart person who knows what to do and what not to do."
"That's true. He won't gain anything by informing on me..."
"Forget it!" He Yingchun was so worried that she had a headache, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
Before Wen Jingzhao could say anything to comfort her, she rolled up her sleeves and went to cook.
These days, it's just her and her mother, and they're busy during the day, so they always eat a few bites at a time. Today, there are three of them, so He Yingchun cooked two dishes and a soup.
First, let’s have a dish of stir-fried lamb with green onions. Cut the lamb into thin slices and cut the green onions into thick slices at an angle. A few days ago, He Yingchun made a pot of lard, put in three spoons of lard, put the lamb into the pot, added two spoons of soy sauce, heated it on high heat, put the green onions in and start stir-frying, add salt. It must be stir-fried on high heat. When the meat changes color and the aroma comes out, it can be taken out of the pot directly.
Next, stir-fry the chicken with soy sauce. Dice the chicken, beat half an egg white, and add it to the chicken. Add a pinch of salt and the dry powder to mix well. Heat the lard until it's half cooked, then add the chicken. He Yingchun uses chopsticks to stir the chicken until it turns white and is ready to be served.
Add a little oil to the pot, pour in soybean paste, rice wine, and sugar and stir-fry until evenly mixed. Pour in the diced chicken and let the sauce hang on the diced chicken. Stir-fry until the sauce aroma comes out and it turns golden yellow, then you can serve it.
Served with a three-fresh tofu soup, cut the tofu into cubes, blanch the mushrooms and soaked fungus, stir-fry the shredded ginger and add water, add salt, soy sauce and vinegar to season, then add the blanched tofu and other ingredients into the pot, pour in the egg liquid when it is about to boil, and finally sprinkle with chopped green onions.
"The rice is ready!" Mom brought the rice to the table, "The dishes are ready too! You can serve them!" He Yingchun shouted.
"Woof!" Gesang stood by and watched eagerly.
He Yingchun wiped the pot and said, "I'll serve you some food in a minute, be good."
Wen Jingzhao brought the dishes to the table. "Such a rich feast?" He tasted the mutton. "Hmm, it goes well with wine."
"Celebrating your safe return." He Yingchun brought a pot of wine to the table, "You can have a drink." She glanced at him and suddenly put it away, "Forget it, let's drink another day. Your hand is still injured."
Wen Jingzhao twisted his wrist, but it was almost healed.
There is no bar without wine. The mutton and chicken were very tender, and the three of them actually finished a bowl of rice.
Mom was still not full, so she broke off half of the cold steamed bun left over from the morning and ate it with some vegetable juice.
Wen Jingzhao drank a mouthful of tofu soup and said to the two of them, "By the way, be careful recently and avoid going out at night."
"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?" He Yingchun asked.
The escaped bandits had nowhere to go, and Wen Jingzhao was afraid that they would act rashly and cause chaos in the city.
"It's not very safe recently, so please be alert. I'll be at the noodle shop during the day and I'll pick you up at night."
"Okay." He Yingchun nodded, "I understand."
Wen Jingzhao put down his chopsticks and suddenly said, "It's better to have less contact with people you don't know well." He deliberately emphasized the people he didn't know well. He Yingchun knew he was referring to Heng Yusheng. She also put down her chopsticks with a "pop" sound. Here it comes again. This thing can't be tolerated, right?
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