It's just that she didn't wait for Wang Cook's help to get fish or meat, Xiao Jin, who went out to forage for food, sent her a big surprise first-

The next morning, two wild pigeons that had passed out were lying on the windowsill of the ward, and their bellies were quite fat.

Pigeon meat is warm and yang, and angelica, astragalus, wolfberry, red dates and other medicinal materials are stewed together, which can replenish vitality and nourish qi and blood, which can be described as the best nutrition for the injured.

"Thank you, Kim. Ying Fang stroked Xiao Jin, who was wrapped around her wrist, and decided to go to the cafeteria to pick up pigeon meat before dawn. Being seen and reported blindly is not a joke.

I can't stand the aroma of pigeon soup, even if it is stewed in a casserole, the fresh fragrance overflowing from the cracks makes the cooks who come to work yawn for a while.

"Xiao Shu, what are you stewing in the pot, why is it so fragrant!"

"I see! It's chicken soup with medicinal herbs on it!

"I don't think so. It is lighter than chicken soup and has a more mellow aroma. ”

"Xiao Shu, you brought a few chickens from home, why haven't you finished eating them yet? I am so hungry that I dream of sleeping with chickens every night, and I don't let go when my scalp is pecked and hurts. When I woke up, I saw that my bear child was pulling my hair. ”

"Hahaha......"

Ying Fang also laughed, said a few words haha, and slipped back to the ward with a casserole.

Xiang Gang looked at her sneaky appearance and raised his eyebrows in puzzlement. Didn't you go to the cafeteria to cook? Why do you act like a thief?

Yingfang put the casserole on the plate, folded back and closed the door, thought about it, and plugged in the latch.

"The doctor's rounds will be better for a while, so let's eat first. ”

As soon as the lid of the casserole was lifted, Xiang Gang smelled a fresh fragrance of medicinal herbs, which was lighter than chicken soup, but more tempting than chicken soup.

What kind of soup is this?

He raised an eyebrow at her.

Yingfang was a little entangled. Tell him it's pigeon soup, and he'll break the casserole and ask for the end. But it's a bit difficult to confuse the past with a few words. Even if he doesn't let him see the meat, he can notice the difference between it and chicken soup just by drinking the soup.

At this time, a snorting voice came from the window of the next ward: "Ge Laozi, which ward is inhabited by immortals......?

The two looked at each other, shaking their shoulders and smiling.

Ying Fang didn't bother anymore, took the newly bought white porcelain bowl, gave him a bowl of medicinal soup, let him drink it first, and then tore half of the steamed fluffy white flour steamed buns into the soup. The steamed bun is dipped in soup and melts in your mouth.

Xiang Gang took a sip of soup, glanced thoughtfully into the casserole, and vaguely saw a small skeleton, whether it was taste or vision, the pot was by no means a chicken rack.

Ying Fang simply didn't see it.

Eating his breakfast with his eyes down, he said slowly: "After the room inspection, I will go out, and the medicinal materials for cooking medicinal tea are missing." By the way, I went to pull some cloth, there are a few cloth tickets on hand that are about to expire. ”

Xiang Gang let out a low "um", and then said with his mouth: "Be careful on the road." ”

After a week of recuperation, the three rounds of acupuncture, medicine, and medicinal tea were replenished, and the leg injury had formed a thin scab, and the frequency of dressing change was changed from once a day to once every three days. The vocal cords have also improved.

However, the doctor said, don't use your throat frequently during the recovery process, and nourish it more, so as not to fall into the root of the disease. Occasional hoarseness can be interpreted as sexy, but if you have been that hoarse to weak tone all your life, how frustrating it should be for a soldier. Therefore, Yingfang insisted on not letting him speak, at most replying with an "um", "oh" or something.

The pigeon soup could not be eaten in one meal, so Yingfang covered it and hid under the bed of the marching bed. The outside is then blocked with luggage to ensure that no one will be detected.

After the doctors and nurses took turns to check the room, she poured today's medicinal tea into the thermos, poured another cup and put it on the bedside table, told Xiang Gang to drink it, and then went out with a bamboo basket.

I sorted out the tickets at hand before going to bed last night, in addition to a few cloth tickets, there are also many industrial coupons that are about to expire, so I have to use them as soon as possible.

Thinking about what to buy? The house has just been divided, and the daily necessities are not yet complete. In addition to buying a pot and a set of chopsticks when I first arrived, other consumables such as toothpaste, toothbrushes, towels, soap and other consumables need to be bought......

In the ward, Xiang just squatted in front of the marching bed before the nurse came to hang up the needle for him, took out the casserole that was hidden deeply, opened it, looked at it, and put it back in its place.

As soon as he returned to bed, Lin Dabing ran in like a gust of wind: "Little Si, I'm back, how are you? Are you feeling better? Why did you hear Lao Meng saying that you have amnesia? Really fake? Concussion sequelae?"

Xiang Gang shook his head. He really didn't make this thing happen.

Seeing him shake his head, Lin Dabing breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you haven't lost your memory, otherwise you have to introduce yourself again." ”

Xiang Gang was speechless for a while.

"By the way, what about your daughter-in-law?

He went on a mission a while ago, and only came back yesterday, and heard Wu Kui say that Xiang Gang was injured and hospitalized, and if it wasn't too late and didn't come to the city in a car, he would have wanted to sneak out in the middle of the night to visit.

Xiang Gang pointed outside, which means that he went out.

Lin Dabing let out an "oh", and when he sat down, he saw the water cup on the bedside table and asked in surprise, "Is this tea or medicine?" ”

Xiang Gang pointed to his throat.

"Oh, cure your throat. By the way, Lao Meng said that you had amnesia at the beginning, why is it so serious? Why don't you just go to a meeting? This is a fierce enemy?"

Spread your hands to Gang.

The secret mission given to him by the old chief was unknown to no one except the connector, including the division commander.

Lin Dabing also asked, and then talked about the big and small things that happened in the army this time: "The boss and I were transferred to the fourth regiment, can't you kid reduce your contacts with us?" As soon as he moved, the bottom of the group began to move. But I think the most hopeful thing is you. You kid do a good job, and the future is bright. ”

As he spoke, he patted Xiang Gang's shoulder, and said, "Yu Guanghui, that kid can't run to the Liutuan office at every turn during this time, probably because he wants to move up before you heal from your injury, and then compete with you for the position of the deputy group." I am not surprised that you have been promoted to two levels in three years, and I want to cut off his head and give him a pig's head as a pig's head. ”

"There's another thing that's weird. Lin Dabing went out for more than ten days, and he was in a panic, and as soon as he came back, he chatted about all kinds of gossip, and he was full of interest, "Do you remember that there is a female soldier named Du Yafang in the Art Troupe of the Provincial Military Region? It was very late yesterday, and I saw her coming to find Yu Guanghui." You think they're not really a couple, are they?"