Chapter 70 Help me eat what I can’t finish
Shen Junshan pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and the temperature inside the quilt gradually rose.
Han Jiaojiao was unaware and quickly took off his pants. When she wiped a certain place, her face turned red with embarrassment.
He quickly covered it with a quilt: "I'll get you a new pair of pants to change into."
"Um."
Han Jiaojiao quickly took out a new pair of boxer briefs from her luggage.
Shen Junshan wanted to sit up, but he exerted force on his core, and the wound on his abdomen was pulled, and his brows twisted again.
Han Jiaojiao hurriedly helped him back to the bed, leaned over and helped him put on his pants.
Then he put on long pants over his clothes and covered him with a silk quilt.
Du Ling laughed: "What's wrong with a wife helping her husband wipe his body? It's totally normal! Are you embarrassed because you're newlyweds?"
"Haha, yes."
Han Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect that Shen Junshan's was more exquisite than the model. It turned out that the real thing was more vibrant.
Du Ling wanted to chat with them for a while, but saw Han Jiaojiao got up to tidy up the mosquito net.
Du Ling said tactfully: "Young man, you should take a rest first. I will come to see you tomorrow morning."
"Auntie Du, please walk slowly."
Han Jiaojiao was worried, so she helped Du Ling out. After watching her return to the room, she picked up the shorts that Shen Junshan had changed and went out to wash.
There is a gray and white stone sink in the backyard with a row of faucets above it.
When Han Jiaojiao came out with soap to wash clothes, Shen Junshan could just see her profile through the window beside the bed.
Shen Junshan watched her for as long as she washed.
Han Jiaojiao washed her face with cold water and felt a cool breeze when she straightened up.
Han Jiaojiao was shivering from the cold and hurried back to her room.
He locked the bolt, pushed a stool against the door, and placed an enamel cup next to the stool.
Shen Junshan: "Very cautious."
"Be careful outside, in case you run into a psychopath who breaks into your house in the middle of the night."
Han Jiaojiao checked the window again and it looked stronger than the door.
Han Jiaojiao squatted down and lit a mosquito coil between the two beds.
The mosquitoes here are big and fat. They can fly in even when the doors and windows are closed. They are so fierce.
After she lit the mosquito coils, she took two empty bottles and placed them next to Shen Junshan, poured him some water, and gave him two more pillows to support his waist.
Han Jiaojiao tucked in the mosquito net and said, "You should be able to sleep well tonight. If you want to get up, call me. Don't use too much force. If the wound opens again and again, it will definitely get infected."
"I understand, Jiaojiao, you are so reliable."
"That's right, there aren't many people as reliable as me!"
Han Jiaojiao turned around on the bed. After tucking in the mosquito net along the edge of the bed, she rested her head on the pillow she got from the space, feeling quite comfortable.
She exhaled and said, "Junshan, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
"All right."
"Then let's eat yogurt beef rice noodles. I saw someone eating it on the street today and it seemed delicious."
"OK."
"With a noodle nest, a cup of soy milk and fried crispy dumplings, there are sweet, salty, sour and spicy flavors, it must be delicious."
Shen Junshan tilted his head and asked seriously: "Jiaojiao, have you finished eating?"
"Don't you have me here? You can eat what I can't finish. I'm tired, go to sleep."
Han Jiaojiao yawned loudly and fell asleep in a daze.
In the dream, I was in the Shen family’s yard again. The yard was full of people, including my third uncle and a man who looked like a leader.
After a few heated arguments, when Shen Junshan and his third uncle got up to leave, a man suddenly rushed out from behind and swung a large iron pot at Shen Junshan.
"Junshan!"
Han Jiaojiao jumped up from the bed, and Shen Junshan woke up immediately when he heard her scream.
He pulled aside the mosquito net and rushed over: "What's wrong?"
"I…"
Shit, it’s that dream again.
Why do I always dream about Shen Junshan getting injured?
But when he was stabbed by Haifang yesterday, she did not have a precognitive dream.
Is it because it is not fatal that it did not appear in the precognitive dream?
Han Jiaojiao slowly calmed down and held Shen Junshan's hand: "I'm fine. Is it okay for you to get up? Did you disturb the wound?"
"It's okay, are you really okay?"
Shen Junshan wiped the cold sweat off her forehead with the back of his hand: "Are you not used to sleeping on the ground in the countryside?"
"No, I wasn't a country boy before, so there's nothing to be unaccustomed to."
When Shen Junshan heard her awkward tone, he knew that she was comforting him and felt a little sorry in his heart.
Han Jiaojiao forced a smile: "I'm serious! Besides, I love having nightmares. I had one in the county before."
"Too."
"Don't worry, it's only half past three, go to bed, now is the time to nourish your organs!"
Han Jiaojiao urged him to go back to bed to rest and tucked in the mosquito net for him again.
She looked at Shen Junshan's sleeping face, and recalled the scene in her dream, still feeling chilled.
Although she knew that he was ambushed and hit on the head with an iron pan, she could not see the murderer's face and only vaguely remembered that it was a man.
So annoying!
Han Jiaojiao was thinking about the murderer and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Suddenly it was daybreak and the birds and insects outside were chirping loudly.
By five o'clock she couldn't lie down anymore, so she got up, washed up, and then went to the street to buy things.
People in the countryside get up very early. When Han Jiaojiao went out, many people were already squatting at the door with bowls and chopsticks eating noodles and steamed buns.
She finally found a place that sold breakfast, and spent 70 cents to buy sour noodles and soy milk, and another 4000 cents to buy steamed buns and crispy dumplings.
When we returned to the guesthouse, Shen Junshan had already gotten up.
He washed and changed his clothes with the help of a crutch. Han Jiaojiao brought two stools and placed them outside by the window. She put the food by the window and they sat in the yard to eat.
Han Jiaojiao picked up the mushrooms and black fungus from her bowl and gave them to him.
"These seem to be fresh and good for your health. Eat more."
"You like these?"
"I like everything delicious. This mushroom meat is so thick. It's a pity that there is no meat. I will make a meat version for you when we get back."
Han Jiaojiao unscrewed the dough and shared half with Shen Junshan.
She took a bite of the crispy dumpling. It was fried crispy on the outside, coated with thick white sugar powder, and had the fragrance of osmanthus inside.
Han Jiaojiao was very satisfied: "It's really well made! I wonder if there is such a snack in the county town."
“There’s a fried dumpling shop on East Second Street that makes really good ones.”
“Have you ever eaten there?”
“Zhong Shun would buy it when he passed by, and he let me taste it.”
"That boy knows how to eat."
Han Jiaojiao took a big mouthful of noodles, and her eyes were watery from the spicy oil.
Shen Junshan couldn't understand whether she was happy or unhappy.
"Oh, it's breakfast, what a hearty breakfast!"
Du Ling came out of the room with dark circles under his eyes, and looked like he didn't sleep well.
Han Jiaojiao didn't buy her food either, and she felt a little embarrassed for some reason.
Du Ling saw the fungus and mushrooms piled up in Shen Junshan's bowl and nodded repeatedly: "This wife is lovable, don't you think so, young man?"
Shen Junshan nodded quickly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
He totally agreed with this.
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