Chapter 274 273. Metaphor

When Huaiyu woke up the next day, he sat there in a daze for a long time.

If the chicken hadn't come to peck at the door to see its owner, she might have wondered for a long time.

But now, in this big world, nothing is more important than peeling cowpea rice for the chickens!

Huaiyu happily went to the vegetable garden and picked a bunch of old cowpeas. The skin of the old cowpeas was soft and dry, and the structure was as loose as white cotton. But the purple or white cowpea rice inside won everyone's heart as soon as it was fed yesterday.

Look, the chickens were already accustomed to digging and raking in the vast field while eating and digesting their food, but now they still came knocking on the door early in the morning, trying to get another bowl of cowpea rice.

How could Huaiyu not agree?

The chicks may be able to lay eggs after half a year, and from April to the end of August now it has been almost five months, which is the critical period of growth and development!

"Wait!"

She happily moved a stool and sat at the door, porridge bubbling in the pot, feeling full of expectations for the future.

When Zhou Qian came over with an empty stomach, he saw Huai Yu throwing a purple pellet into the air. The chicks rushed up one after another, and the fattest hen among them managed to swallow it in one gulp at the right height.

He couldn't help but stare at it for a while, and somehow blurted out, "Is the elm yellow mushroom stewed with this little hen delicious?"

Huaiyu turned around and was dumbfounded.

Zhou Qian was also stunned.

After a moment, he stared at his legs and took out a plastic bag as if nothing had happened. "There are too many spores collected by the creeper. I can't use them all up in a group fight, so I just kept a small handful. I'll let you deal with the rest."

Huai Yu then remembered his business and quickly scattered all the cowpea rice in the basin. Then he said, "Brother Zhou Qian, drive to the small hillside next to you to collect some dead branches. I will sprinkle the spore powder on the head."

"Do we want to plant it at the door?" Zhou Qian always felt that it was strange.

Huaiyu shook his head: "Mushrooms can't be exposed to the sun, and the door is too spacious - just put it in Kuangbiao's bamboo forest."

Dampness, moisture, darkness...it's all there.

Zhou Qian had no objection this time. He quickly served himself a bowl of porridge and added some pickled eggplant stems: "Is this what you want to eat in the morning?"

"No." Huai Yu shook his head: "Brother Zhou Qian, you do hard labor every day, and eating these won't fill you up. It's just that we need to keep healthy, so eat more often. I'll cook when you're hungry at noon."

In her description, Zhou Qian always felt like a good-for-nothing.

But he, as a farmhand, had done a lot of work for the master, so he paused and asked again, "How many tree trunks do you want?"

Huaiyu thought of the spore powder in her two plastic bags. Even though they couldn't even fill two bowls together, they were obviously enough spores.

"The more the better."

After she finished speaking, she also served herself a bowl of porridge, but she couldn't help staring at the soft, sticky porridge and staring blankly - with such cooking skills, she would be very popular as a nanny! But she chose to serve Wu Yue at home!

Humph! No wonder she has lost all her memories now. She must have known that she would be embarrassed if she recalled it! She is so stupid that she can't even hold her head up!

But since she had already proposed breaking up, it proved that she was still determined. Huaiyu boasted to Zhou Qian happily: "Brother Zhou Qian, my supernatural powers were amazing before."

"Put a bean in the palm of your hand, and branches will grow in an instant. It's super fast!"

"If I still have this ability now, when fighting, I would throw a handful of beans out, why can't I trip people up?"

Zhou Qian was no longer surprised: "Dreaming again?"

Huai Yu nodded and summed it up accurately: "In the dream, I was a free nanny, Wu Yue was so successful in the garrison, I was working in the base cafeteria and was exhausted, and after work I had to do housework and serve his mysophobic mother... I was so angry!"

"The old woman even said it was all my fault that my special powers were useless. Ugh! His son eats a lot of meat and fish every day and exercises, and the garrison has all kinds of scientific training. I don't even get enough sleep every day, so how can I exercise?"

"I broke up with you in a rage!"

Zhou Qian frowned: "Have you divided it?"

"Of course we split it!" Huaiyu got even angrier: "That bastard Wu Yue, do you know why he agreed to break up? Because he thinks I'm old and incompetent, and my face isn't as pretty as before... I'll never find anyone better than him after we break up, and I'll regret it sooner or later!"

"He wants to act superior and wait for me to come back!"

"Pah, pah, pah! A good horse never turns back to eat the grass it has chewed. Do I really want to pick up the crumbs of his steamed bread that have been chewed by others and chew them again?"

Zhou Qian paused while holding the bowl of porridge.

After a while, he tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks: "Let's have a normal chat, don't use random metaphors."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Also, next time you dream, don't dwell on your relationship. Dream about what you did after breaking up. And why did you end up sleeping in the Taoist temple in Sanqing Mountain?"

Huaiyu also felt wronged: "This dream is not under my control..."

As she spoke, she dug out a mirror and held her face in her hands, looking left and right: "My eyes are so beautiful! I actually listened to him and got double eyelids just to look better in the live broadcast... Oh! How stupid!"

Zhou Qian paused, feeling a little sorry for her: "Don't say that. She was also you in the past."

"Didn't you say that before? You longed for a family so much. Your compromise was due to love and affection, as well as respect and tolerance for your family. This is good in nature, but you just met the wrong person."

"It's okay." Zhou Qian's words of comfort were quite convincing: "Have you returned to your old self now? When I first met you, you looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, so thin that you looked like you hadn't grown up yet."

"Look at you now. You already look like a girl of 18 or 19 years old."

"By the time of the New Year, you might look like you're in your 20s."

"Look, you are still the most beautiful. Let the past be in the past - except for the feud between life and death."

Zhou Qian tilted his head to look at the scars on his arm. After sleeping in the tree cocoon for 10 hours, the pale pink tender flesh had now turned a slightly darker color, almost approaching his original skin.

Anyway, the healing effect only lasts for ten hours.

But the tree cocoon is so powerful, and what kind of fatal injury did Huaiyu suffer that forced him to sleep for several years, so that now it seems that he has faded from people's memory and there is no such person? Whenever he thinks of this, his heart is heavy.

Then look at Huaiyu, who is puffing up her cheeks and refusing to admit defeat, and Wu Yue, who may be related to her injury...

Zhou Qian looked at his legs again - while he had time, he should practice more with the spore powder! It was a pity that this move was too lethal, and he couldn't find his former comrades to practice with.

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