Xue Huan was silent. What she didn't know was that her daughter was no longer there. Instead, she was replaced by a soul from another world. Although she didn't do it on her own initiative, it was an indisputable fact that she had occupied the original owner's body. This made her feel an inconsolable guilt.
However, now that things have come to this, she can only continue to play the role of the eldest daughter of the Xue family, but at the same time, she will also take good care of the Xue family mother and children and protect them from worries.
"No, Dahei is here, and none of the beasts dare to get close to me." She smiled.
Doctor He had been to the Xue family many times. He came to Xue Jun's room very familiarly. When Xue's mother saw him, she quickly stood up and made way for him.
He Shen sat down and took Xue Jun's pulse. This time he took a little longer. Xue's mother and Xue Yao couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten. Even Xue Huan felt her heart tighten when she saw Xue Jun lying on the bed with a pale face, like an exquisite yet fragile crystal doll.
"Jun girl was quite upset this time, but fortunately nothing serious happened. I will prepare a new prescription. Yao boy, come with me to get the medicine."
Xue Yao agreed immediately.
He Shen stood up and took a glimpse of the scar on Xue's mother's neck. He left a box of ointment and instructed: "Apply it once in the morning and evening. Don't get it wet. It will heal in three days."
Xue's mother thanked him gratefully, gave him some money, and sent him out of the hospital. She watched him disappear before returning.
As a result, she slipped as soon as she stepped over the threshold.
Xue Huan came out and saw this scene. She hurriedly helped her into the room and said, "Mom, you should rest first. I'm at home."
Mother Xue looked at her eldest daughter, whose face still looked very young, and thought of the series of events that had happened in recent days. She felt sad. Originally, when the misfortune came, she, as a mother, should have stood in front of her children and protected them from the wind and rain, but in the end, it was her eldest daughter who had to support the family.
She tried to get up, but Xue Huan held her down, "Mom, there's already a patient at home, you can't fall down again."
Upon hearing this, Xue's mother no longer insisted.
Xue Huan applied medicine on her neck and poured her a glass of water, which naturally contained spiritual spring water.
Feeling her daughter's care, Xue's mother felt both relieved and sad. She closed her eyes and thought of her husband, whose life or death was unknown. Tears welled up in her eyes. Afraid of being seen by her daughter, she quickly turned over and faced the wall.
Tears slid down my temples and silently seeped into the pillow.
After coming out of Xue's mother's room, Xue Huan finally had time to look around her current home.
A large courtyard was surrounded by a man-high earthen wall, which was covered with refreshingly green vines, and small wisteria flowers bloomed among the leaves and vines.
Every year at this time, Xue's mother would pick flower petals and make flower cakes to eat. Unfortunately, this year, before she could make them, Xue's father disappeared.
There are also many flowers planted in the open space on the west side, including peach blossoms, roses, crabapples, daffodils...
Xue's mother was a person who loved and cherished flowers. She took care of the flowers and plants in the yard, making them bright, beautiful, and fragrant. Unfortunately, after Qian Dazhi's previous incident, these flowers and plants were trampled to varying degrees. The petals fell to the ground and were stepped into the mud.
Xue Huan fetched a bucket of water, dripped a few drops of spiritual spring water into it, tidied up the flowers and plants, and watered them.
On the east side of the yard are the kitchen and woodshed. Next to the woodshed is a thatched pavilion, and under the pavilion is a well.
Digging a well costs a lot of money, and there is the Baiji River in front of the village. Villagers go there to wash clothes, vegetables, drink water, and even take a bath. With free water, who would spend money to dig a well?
But Xue's family was located at the end of the village, quite a distance from the Baiji River. Xue's father was a wife slave, loving his wife like a daughter. He didn't want her to work hard, so he hired someone to dig this well to make it easier for her to wash vegetables and take a bath.
He also built a small bathroom next to the well, which was connected to the courtyard wall. He dug a pipe outside the courtyard wall. After taking a shower in the bathroom, he could just pour the water out through the pipe.
This is much more convenient.
After walking through the yard, there is a row of three houses on the north side. The main room in the middle is the main hall, the room on the left is where Xue's father and mother live, and the room on the right is where the original owner and Xue Jun and her sister lived together.
Passing through the main hall, there are two smaller rooms at the back. One is where his younger brother Xue Yao lives, and the other is a warehouse, or it can be said to be Xue's father's workshop, where he keeps his hunting tools, and sometimes he also tans furs and makes arrows.
There is a vegetable garden in the backyard and a small toilet in the corner.
Xue Huan looked around, and scenes of memories emerged, making her feel more deeply about her current situation.
When they returned to the main room, they saw Xue Yao coming in with a few packets of medicine. Xue Huan took them and asked, "How much?" while walking towards the kitchen.
"Two taels. Doctor He said we can wait until the end of the month to settle it all."
Xue Huan nodded, and quickly boiled the medicine. Without her instructions, Xue Yao had already picked up a palm-leaf fan, brought a small stool over, and fanned the hole in the stove, watching the temperature of the medicine.
The ten-year-old boy was already taller than his older sister. Huddled on a small stool, he gave people an inexplicable feeling of pity and grievance.
Xue Huan couldn't help it, and reached out and stroked his head, using the same action as when she stroked Dahei.
Xue Yao turned around and looked at her blankly. Xue Huan calmly withdrew her hand.
She took a basket to the backyard and picked a basket of vegetables. These were pure natural green vegetables that had not been polluted by any chemical fertilizers or exhaust gases. Each one was so fresh and juicy that it made her intoxicated.
When she saw them, she could already imagine them being cooked and placed on a plate.
As someone who loves cooking, these dishes can really inspire her passion for cooking. Just like a painter seeing a beautiful scenery, she has endless inspiration that needs to be poured out.
When her grandfather was teaching her cooking, he once said that 70% of a dish's flavor depends on the ingredients themselves. A truly good chef is simply one who perfectly brings out the original flavor of the ingredients when cooking.
He often sighed that their generation of children was both lucky and unfortunate.
Unfortunately they have never tasted the real delicacy,
But that's where luck comes from.
Having never tasted real delicious food, they don’t know how much impurities are mixed in the food they eat now, so they can still happily enjoy the “delicacies” they have now without being unable to swallow them.
Xue Huan was puzzled by this for a while. How could the food nowadays be as bad as Grandpa said? At least the food Grandpa made was so delicious that she wanted to swallow her tongue.
I don’t know how many high-ranking officials, celebrities and dignitaries are willing to queue for several years just to have a meal cooked by my grandfather.
She herself inherited her grandfather's legacy, and her grandfather said that he had nothing more to teach her.
So what does the real delicacy taste like in grandpa’s mouth?
After the meal was ready, Xue Huan tasted a stir-fried vegetable.
At this moment, she suddenly understood what her grandfather said.
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