This little milk dog soaked in medicinal soup, coupled with Jiang Cicada's unique technique, the direct consequence is that the amount of food of this little milk dog is getting bigger and bigger, and the size is also growing rapidly.

Aunt Osmanthus came to see it twice, and said bluntly that Jiang Cicada can raise dogs, and the puppy of more than a month has been very strong! Jiang Cicada has a belly, can it not be strong? She specially made a medicated bath for this little milk dog, and also polished its muscles and bones.

Of course, if you say that such a small milk dog is majestic now, then you really can't see it at all. What can be seen is that this little milk dog is bigger and more lively.

Since the network cable is connected to the house, Jiang Cicada's life has become more comfortable. Before, I took care of the mobile phone traffic, and I was careful not to use it more every day, but now I have no scruples.

She also prepared a computer for Feng Yuan, and specially found many healing anime or movies from the Internet for Feng Yuan to watch. And Jiang Chan's own life is to write essays, type code, cook, and so on.

With the three-flowered cat and the little milk dog, Feng Yuan's mood is also much better, and he is no longer like a marionette like before. The expression on her face became more and more, and she would feed the cats and tease the dogs.

Even if there are still few words, Jiang Chan doesn't care. In Qiu Xin's memory, Feng Yuan has always been a person who doesn't talk much, and he is also relatively withdrawn. Jiang Chan also checked the information, and the probability of empty nesters suffering from depression is much higher than that of young people.

"Mom, it's a nice day, I'll go up the mountain and come back in two hours. "The village is next to the mountain, and the old house of the Qiu family is at the foot of the mountain, so it is very convenient to go up and down the mountain.

Feng Yuan nodded, holding the Sanhua cat on the soft sofa in the living room, very leisurely.

Jiang Chan carried the bamboo basket woven by Uncle Wang on his back and entered the mountain with a firewood knife in his hand. She is a master of art and bold, and she has no fear at all. When she arrives in the mountains, where are there good things, Jiang Chan's eyes sweep her nose and sniff it a little, and she knows it all.

So now Jiang Cicada has entered this mountain, as if he has entered his own back garden, and he is particularly like a fish in water. A few days ago, she went up the mountain and found some pecans, and went back to process them, Feng Yuan liked to eat them.

Jiang Cicada turned to the mountains and looked for it again. Let's see if there's anything else. For example, walnuts, chestnuts, pine nuts, etc. This relies on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to draft the water, and these things must be indispensable on the mountain.

It just rained yesterday, and Jiang Cicada picked up a lot of mushrooms not far up the mountain, and the chicken stewed mushrooms was good. Jiang Chan pondered and continued to go deep into the mountain.

Half a morning later, the ginger cicada was fully loaded. The basket behind him was full of locality, and Jiang Chan's right hand also carried a handful of dead branches. It's the most enjoyable weather to nest behind the stove and make a fire.

If you cover two more sweet potatoes, it will really be a day when the gods will not change. Hearing the movement of Jiang Chan's return, the little milk dog nesting at Feng Yuan's feet jumped up and ran to the door, his little paws kept scratching the door.

Feng Yuan stood up slowly with the three-flowered cat in his arms, and saw Jiang Cicada returning with a full load. In this winter, Jiang Chan's head is full of beads of sweat, which shows that this is also individual work.

The little milk dog ran to Jiang Cicada's side, and it was called a happy one, and it was jumping at her feet. The last two front paws hugged Jiang Cicada's calf, and Jiang Cicada walked as if this little thing didn't exist, and walked quickly.

"You go in, it's cold outside, I poured these nuts and dried them, let's eat chicken stewed mushrooms at noon, the day before yesterday, Aunt Osmanthus sent a chicken, let's eat this at noon." ”

Feng Yuan's gaze slowly swept over the chestnuts in front of the door, and suddenly said: "Eat chicken stewed mushrooms today, and eat chestnut roast chicken tomorrow." ”

Jiang Chan's heart suddenly felt a dull pain, and when she lowered her head and raised her eyes again, she had a gentle smile: "Of course, I'll wash the mushrooms first, and I'll cook later." ”

"I see that there are still a lot of chestnuts on the mountain, I will go to the mountain in the afternoon to pick up a little more and come back, we can send a blood to Aunt Osmanthus if we can't finish eating, and no one in their family will enter the mountain." ”

After Feng Yuan said that, he began to be silent again, Jiang Chan chattered with her about her next plans, even if she occasionally got a look from Feng Yuan, she couldn't be happy.

"Today is the twenty-fifth day of the lunar month, our family's New Year's goods should also be prepared, tomorrow let's go to the town to do New Year's goods, I will fill our refrigerator!"

Feng Yuan stood beside Jiang Cicada with the cat in his arms, not knowing what he was thinking in his mind. She seemed to have heard Jiang Chan's words, but she didn't seem to hear anything, and the whole person seemed to be outside the world, and she felt powerless to react to the outside world.

"After we buy New Year's goods, we will buy you new clothes, and everything in the new year will be new. And the bedding at home should also be changed and bought new, just tell me what kind of tricks you like. ”

"Let's go in and make you chicken and mushroom stew at noon......"

Feng Yuan silently followed behind Jiang Chan with the three-flower cat, although she didn't know what to say, her subconscious let her get closer to this warm person.

The kitchen of the old house was relatively dim, Jiang Cicada was waving a spatula in front of the stove, Feng Yuan was sitting behind the stove with the cat, and the little milk dog was sitting next to Feng Yuan, staring at Jiang Cicada with bright eyes.

"I made noodles in the morning and ate pies at noon, I put them directly on this big pot, Mom, you have a little less fire to prevent this cake from being pasted. ”

Jiang Chan quickly made more than a dozen plum dried vegetable patties, one of which was the size of her fist, and the iron pot was all pasted all around.

The mountain delicacies are always extra delicious, and after being stewed with the chickens, the taste is even more domineering. Sanhua and the little milk dog were a little unable to sit still, their noses were moving, and their eyes were staring at the ginger cicada on the stove.

Since returning to the old house, the big bone broth at home has basically not been broken, and seeing that the two are already hungry, Jiang Chan smiled and prepared lunch for the two.

Looking at the empty arms, Feng Yuan pursed his lips and continued to burn the fire silently, but his eyebrows and eyes drooped a little.

Jiang Chan knocked on the bowl: "It's time to eat, pies, chicken stewed mushrooms, bone broth, and a cabbage, all alive!"

Hearing that he was eating, Feng Yuan's mood picked up. Jiang Chan came over to help Feng Yuan: "Let's eat this at noon, and the three-flower cat will come after lunch." ”

Before Feng Yuan finished his lunch, the three-flowered cat jumped on her lap. It was meowing at Feng Yuan for a long time, and it didn't stop for a long time.

As for the little milk dog, Ya just couldn't feed it, so she ate a bowl of soup and water, and saw that the ginger cicada was eating, and it came to beg for food again. Jiang Cicada touched its round little belly, and said expressionlessly: "I can't eat anymore, go and stay there!"

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