Chapter 40 Holding her while sleeping
The moment Ji Hefeng woke up, he noticed something was wrong. This time, he didn't sleep in someone's arms, but he held the person in his arms.
The body was warm and soft, and the breath hit his chest, making him feel numb and itchy. His body's desires were also awakening, and he almost instinctively pushed the person in his arms away.
Molly opened her eyes and immediately saw the fleeting panic on Ji Hefeng's face. She calmly turned over, stretched, and got out of bed.
"I'm sorry," Ji Hefeng apologized.
"No need. The fire went out in the middle of the night, and you got cold. You just wanted to find a warm source to be near. I understand." Molly didn't wake up when Ji Hefeng held her in his arms. She had gotten used to being held by Grandma Ji and her mother recently, so her vigilance had decreased.
"I'll go get your clothes. Try to get out of bed today."
Molly left the room, and Ji Hefeng sat up. He was surprised to find that the pain in his chest had lessened to the point of being negligible. The wound had completely healed, leaving only a faint pink scar. He pressed it with his hand, and there was still some pain. But compared to the pain yesterday, it was completely different.
He did nothing for a whole day and night, so why did such a big change occur?
Ji Hefeng didn't understand until Molly brought in his clothes. Then he stared at her with a scrutinizing gaze and said seriously, "You don't seem surprised at all by my speed of recovery."
Molly showed him the results without any hesitation, saying calmly, "No, I'm quite surprised. Your recovery is faster than I expected. Perhaps it's because you have a good constitution, which makes your recovery faster."
Perhaps, Ji Hefeng and the pollutants in her body are quite compatible.
They ate steamed buns for breakfast. The three of them sat around the fire and finished eating. Then Mo An went to find sweet potatoes to roast.
Molly got up to feed the pigs. After feeding them, she started chopping sweet potatoes, radishes, and sweet potato vines, adding some dried vegetables, and cooking the pig feed in a large iron pot.
Mo An had already added water to the large iron pot and started a fire. After putting in the sweet potatoes, radishes, sweet potato vines, and dried vegetables, he covered it with a large wooden lid and waited for the water to boil before cooking for another half hour.
“Go start a fire. I’ll go catch a chicken; we’re killing a chicken today,” Molly said.
"ah?"
Mo An was stunned. "Our chickens only started laying eggs a few days ago, and you're already killing them?"
He couldn't bear to part with it.
Why can't we keep them to lay eggs and eat them?
“Yes, kill one. Once the other two hens hatch their chicks, our chicken population will far exceed the limit. Everyone was busy last year, and nobody paid attention to this, but who knows about next year,” Molly said.
Upon hearing this, Mo An immediately tensed up, "What about our rabbits and pigs?"
"The commune is short of meat. As long as half of the pigs for the task are handed in, it doesn't matter how many pigs the team members raise at home for the time being." After all, they couldn't afford to raise too many, but their family was an exception.
"As for our family's rabbits, my eldest sister reserved three, Aunt Guihua reserved two, Zhao Xiaoyong wants to raise two, and Zhao Taohua also wants to raise two... By spring, we'll be lucky if we have four left."
However, rabbits reproduce quickly, and their numbers will increase again in a month or two.
Mo An was surprised, "So many people have ordered our rabbits?"
Molly nodded. "Rabbits eat grass, so they're not hard to raise. Everyone wants to give it a try."
Ji Hefeng listened quietly to the side, thinking that Molly and her brother were getting along well with the team members and had made contact with many people.
"Can I go see the pigs you're raising?" Ji Hefeng had heard from Mo An yesterday that Molly had caught wild boars to raise, and he was really curious.
Molly nodded. "Of course. Just be careful when you open the door, and don't let them get out."
Molly caught a wild boar that weighed about 40 pounds. She raised it for a month, and now it has grown to over 50 or 60 pounds. These wild boars look quite different from domestic pigs. Domestic pigs are white, while these are black, and their hair is exceptionally thick, very hard and sharp.
They have a large appetite and grow rapidly.
It just wastes food.
Molly was worried before that she wouldn't be able to finish so many dried vegetables, but now she's worried that there won't be enough dried vegetables to eat.
If Mo He hadn't said that she could only start hoeing on the fifth day of the new year, she would have gone to hoe the ground and planted the vegetables today.
When Ji Hefeng arrived at the pigsty, the four wild boars were fighting over the pig feed. They were all very energetic and looked extremely fierce. He wondered how Molly had managed to bring them back.
Ji Hefeng discovered that the longer he spent with Molly, the more mysterious and unfathomable she became.
Molly killed the chicken, while Mo An was responsible for holding the chicken's feet and wings. With one stroke, he cut off the chicken's neck, and the chicken blood flowed into the basin.
Chicken blood is warm and doesn't taste as good as duck blood, but who cares? It's good enough to have something to eat.
"Let's have chicken soup hot pot for lunch." It's hot, and stir-fried dishes cool down quickly, so a hot pot is delicious and convenient.
Mo An naturally had no objection; he also liked hot pot. "I'll wash some more vegetables later."
Molly reminded him, "Wash the garland chrysanthemum and pea sprouts more often, as these two cannot be kept for long."
"What about radishes and potatoes?" He himself didn't crave radishes and potatoes, but he wanted his brother-in-law to try the ones they grew. They were delicious, better than any radishes and potatoes from anywhere else.
“Wash two of each and cut them into thumb-thick slices,” Molly thought for a moment. “Add a plate of smoked wild boar belly as well.”
"I haven't eaten the meat that I offered to my mother yesterday; that was pork belly."
"Okay, I'll cut it."
The hot pot was bubbling away, and the aroma wafted from the house all the way to a great distance.
Today, there's nothing to worry about; the aroma doesn't have to travel too far to attract anyone.
The hen was plump and meaty, with a beautiful bright yellow color. Molly first gave Ji Hefeng a chicken leg, then gave Mo An one, and she asked for two chicken wings for herself.
The chicken wings, along with the calves, looked even bigger than two large chicken legs.
"Eat," she said.
Mo An looked at Ji Hefeng and said, "Brother-in-law, you should eat quickly. My sister prefers chicken wings. Usually when we hunt pheasants, the wings are all for her."
Ji Hefeng hummed in agreement, secretly noting Molly's preference.
The hot pot had hardly any seasoning, not even ginger, yet it was inexplicably fragrant and sweet. Not only was the meat delicious, but even the vegetables were a flavor he had never tasted before. Before his family's misfortune, he had eaten delicacies for over a decade, and this hot pot was no less delicious than those delicacies he had eaten before, and even had an added touch of freshness and sweetness.
Has he been eating poorly these past few years?
The monsoon and winds are uncertain.
Molly and her two friends ate hot pot for two hours, finishing off five or six pounds of chicken and a full plate of pork belly, and leaving no vegetables behind.
"When are we leaving tomorrow?" Molly asked Ji Hefeng as she lay flat on the bed.
"Before dawn." Ji Hefeng rubbed his stomach; he hadn't eaten so much in a long time, and he felt uncomfortable from being so full.
Ji Hefeng thought Molly would say something more, but instead he heard only her even breathing. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, unable to explain what he was expecting, and felt a strange sense of disappointment.
Before long, Ji Hefeng also fell asleep.
Molly woke up first the next day. The wind was howling outside, and Ji Hefeng was holding her tightly. Just as she was about to remove Ji Hefeng's hands, he opened his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Ji Hefeng said in a hoarse voice.
"It's still early, you can take a nap a little longer. I'll go make you something to eat." Molly got up and got dressed.
"I'm not going to sleep, I'll go start a fire for you," Ji Hefeng said.
Molly didn't refuse. She went to the kitchen first, lit a lamp, and started a fire. She planned to cook some dumplings, heat up some steamed buns, and make some pancakes for Ji and Feng.
The dumplings and steamed buns were ready-made; they just needed to be cooked. The pancakes, however, took a little longer. She first added flour to an enamel basin, then cracked two eggs into the flour, stirred it, and then washed the smoked meat, chopped it up, and added it to the batter.
After the pan was heated, she poured some oil on it, and then poured in the batter.
Ji Hefeng kept adding wood to the stove, but his eyes were always on Molly. He felt something he had never experienced before: warmth and tranquility. He even had a strange feeling that it wouldn't be bad to live like this for the rest of his life.
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