A smile flashed to the bottom of his dark eyes, he raised his fist to cover his lips, coughed lightly and asked, "You stewed the rice porridge in the pot?"

Qingling embarrassed her red and fluttering pretty face, nodded like pounding garlic, then thought of something, and hurriedly added: "That big and hero, if you are hungry, just take it and eat it, there are two hairy taro simmering in the ash heap, both, all for you, it's okay." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Anyway, I'm going down the mountain, and I have food at home. ”

In my heart, I thought expectantly: It doesn't matter where it is, she is so hungry that her chest is pressed against her back, okay. And there is a cold pot and cold stove at home, how can there be ready-made food. Boom......

It's just that compared with the small life of the family, what is rice porridge! What is taro! Catch up with Ming to pick more herbs and make up for it immediately!

But the man didn't seem to want to let her go so easily, picked up the herbal basket with one hand, walked up to her, and gave a short and powerful order: "Keep up." ”

"Oh......" Qingling followed him with small steps, skirting the rose bush to the mouth of the cave.

The humble stone stove had gone out, and that was within her predictions.

Before entering the belly of the mountain, she left two charcoal stars and stewed white rice porridge mixed with some glutinous rice in the pot, which must be very thick and delicious.

The charcoal star left over from the bamboo burns lasts for three or four hours at most, and after a long time, I am afraid that the bottom of the rice porridge and the bottom of the pot will burn.

Fortunately, it is summer, thick rice porridge, powdered taro, and some crispy cucumbers pickled by Grandma Zhang, and pickled radishes, which are still delicious. It's just more personal sharing.

Qingling pouted.

The man was already busy - lifting the lid of the pot and filling the white rice porridge in the foreign bowl that was missing a small mouth.

The pickle bottle was resting in the inner corner of the cave, he seemed to have found it a long time ago, took it familiarly, took out two crisp cucumbers and three slices of sauce radish with chopsticks, spread them on the rice porridge, and handed the bowl to Qingling.

Seeing Qingling staring at him stupidly, the man raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you hungry?" ”

"Oh......"

Qingling mechanically took the rice bowl and took two bites of cold but chewy glutinous rice into her mouth, before she reacted, and thought with a lot of taste: This is her territory, right? These things are hers, right? Why do you feel that she is a guest and this guy is the host?

With chopsticks in his mouth, he raised his eyes and quietly looked at the man.

He was also drinking porridge, because there was only one bowl, and he ate it directly with a foreign pot. The chopsticks are cut from tree branches, and after they are sharpened, they are roasted on the fire and ready to use.

The folding knife that cut the twigs was still at his feet. In the pile of charcoal that pulled out the taro, he burned a small handful of dry branches, and buried a few fresh bamboo shoots that he had just thrown in, which were also the food she had collected in the cave.

Qingling swallowed her saliva and reminded herself again: This person can't be offended!

Isn't it just the porridge at the bottom of the pot, plus two hairy taro and tender bamboo shoots, he can eat it if he wants. If you like to eat pickles, it's easier to do, and I gave him a bottle. I went back and hit millet and walnuts, and gave more to Grandma Zhang, which was the money for the bottle.

Xiang Gang had already noticed her quietly looking at her, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he continued to drink porridge.

It's not that he is hungry, when he transferred trains in the county seat at noon, he ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and a few mouthfuls of porridge were at most an afternoon snack. It's just that it's not early, and as soon as the sun sets, it's not safe in the woods. Finish eating early and clean up early. That girl looks weak, and at most she can embroider her legs with a few tricks. Being able to collect so many herbs from the deep forest can only say that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, plus luckily, it did not encounter wolves, wild boars, and poisonous snakes...... But it's hard to say if you continue to stay.

Xiang Gang prides himself on not being such a compassionate person. He has tasted the warmth and coldness of the world all over the world, and his heart has long been sharpened to be abnormally cold.

Even if he knew that this mountain belonged to the collective assets of the Yanqi Brigade, and the villagers who came here were either from the mountain col or from Jiangkou Port, no matter how they were all from the same brigade, but if it was not a little girl who was so weak and injured an arm that just appeared, he would nod his head at most and say hello, and would never stay to eat with her, and he planned to help her carry the herbal basket down the mountain for a while.

So, did he really look at her pitiful and sympathetic and want to do good?

Three or two mouthfuls of the porridge in the pot, peeled a hairy taro and ate it, and the other taro with the charred skin peeled off was reserved for Qingling. The tender bamboo shoots buried in the charcoal fire were also pulled out, the black bamboo shoot shells were peeled off, and handed to Qingling, "Eat some fresh vegetables, it is good for healing the wound." ”

He ate one himself, and then took the pot and went to the stream to wash it. When he came back, he brought a small half pot of stream water and boiled it on the fire.

When the water was boiling, Qingling's porridge was also drunk, so he naturally took the bowl, washed it and poured a bowl of water and handed it back, and asked casually, "Which girl's daughter are you?"

As soon as the words came out, he himself was startled. It's not his style to talk to people on cliffs.

But after asking all the questions, he didn't plan to take it back, and glanced at Qingling, and always felt that this girl was a little familiar.

Qingling thanked her in a whisper, took the foreign bowl, her low-hanging eyelashes trembled, she didn't dare not answer his question, and said honestly: "Xishu family of dwarf pier bridge." After a pause, he added, "My father's name is Shu Jianjun." ”

"It turned out to be Uncle Jianjun's family. Xiang Gang had a clear expression, no wonder he felt familiar, "Then you are Xiaofang?"

Shu Hefang he can't remember clearly, anyway, at that time, I often heard Uncle Jianjun mention his little girl, who was about half a round younger than him, he was twenty-one this year, so this girl was sixteen or seventeen. It's just too small, isn't it......

He glanced up and down, his waist slender and his head as tall as his chest......

“…… Poof!" Qingling finally blew cold and drank the water in her mouth.

Tragedy! This guy actually knows Shu Yingfang! So what should I do? Will she be a goof?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

"You can choke ......on drinking water" learned that she was Shu Jianjun's daughter, and Shu Jianjun had helped him a lot, and at this moment, Xiang Gang seemed to classify her as "his own person", looked at her helplessly, and took the foreign bowl in her hand, "Don't spill it." Forget it, fill my kettle, let's go down the mountain first, wait for the sun to set, this area is not very safe. ”

Who said it's not safe! You're not safe! You're not safe!

Qingling's heart exploded, and she scolded with a strong stomach: I really want to get him away!

But the man didn't know what she was thinking, so he neatly stepped on the bonfire and cleaned up the trivial things at the entrance of the cave.

The unfinished water was poured into the military kettle he had brought with him.

As for the cleaned pots, dishes and chopsticks, and uneaten pickles......

The man glanced at the bottles and cans in the corner of the cave, and turned to ask her opinion: "Do you need to take these away?"

"No...... Let's keep it. Qingling hummed.

It's not much louder than a mosquito.

I don't have to bring it back again, I don't think she's enough to toss, right?