The small charcoal stove warmed the house, and the medicinal soup was boiling in the crockpot on the stove, and the slightest heat pushed from the edge of the lid and escaped with swiftness with hands and feet, with a sour and bitter taste, running around the room in a disorderly manner.

Mu Jiang squatted on a low stool, his tall figure curled up into a low hill, pinching an old fan, fanning it in his hand, and from time to time he also pinched a few small sweet potatoes placed around the stove, and quietly put them back after making sure that they were not ripe.

The smell of medicine in the room became stronger and stronger, and when the lid was lifted, the black and yellow liquid rushing in the jar was viscous and tight, and large and small bubbles were constantly turning up on the surface, looking like a pot of spoiled and rancid paste. Mu Jiang inevitably frowned a little when he saw it, this pot of paste was boiled by himself, and he had to pour it into the heart with his own hands after a while, just thinking about it now, he felt very unbearable.

The medicine is prepared by the little guy in the medical hall according to the handwritten prescription of Grandma Bai, and the pen on the prescription is strong and powerful, but the things inside are indeed a little confusing. Mu Jiang took a few large bags of herbs and herbs, and the little guy asked him to wait in the hall for a while, and he began to go in and out of the front and back of the house, and successively gave him a few wet paper bags, and tied them tightly with a serious face, Mu Jiang Cuo was not interested, but the little guy's demeanor made him suddenly want to know what was hidden in these paper bags, and finally couldn't help but be curious, and secretly unfolded the paper bags into a corner, and what he saw made him stunned for a while.

Earthworms and slugs dug up in the backyard, a few weird-looking bugs kept in a clay pot in the cellar, and two freshly cut fresh gecko tails that are still stained with slime...

Forget about these, but when Mu Jiang turned around to leave, he dragged a big fat fish to catch up, what does it mean?

"Lord Chengdu, this is the East China Sea Fu fish that Grandma Bai personally fed in the well, and then break the stomach and take the gallbladder after the medicinal soup is half completed, remember that the bile must be all into the medicine. ”

"What about the others?"

"Oh," the little guy handed the big long iron hook hanging from the fish's mouth to Mu Jiangcuo, and said with a smile, "If Grandma Fengbai says, the rest of the fish body will be handled by the city governor himself, this is rare in the East China Sea, and boiling and simmering soup may be able to seek blessings, these all depend on personal creation, but it is still possible to replenish the body for the big and this girl." ”

"What's the big deal?" Mu Jiang is wrong, but it doesn't mean that he lacks heart, although the little guy turned quickly, he can still understand this slight pause, there is a problem.

"Ah, the villain originally wanted to say that boiling fish soup will nourish your body for adults, but now that this girl needs to be taken care of by adults, it is naturally more appropriate to say this. The little guy said slowly.

"I see, thank you," the words were orderly, Mu Jiang felt that he was thinking a little too much, so he nodded and thanked him and went out.

"Torture the villain, go slowly. ”

Even if there are tens of millions of incomprehensions, Mu Jiangcuo still went home and did it, although Grandma Bai is often chattering and has a big temper, but with her medical skills and medical ethics, the title of the first doctor in Yibei is well-deserved.

A handful of water, after the water is boiled, put the materials into the jar according to the order recorded on the prescription, Mu Jiangcuo once thought that so many materials were only mixed with a handful of water to be pasted to the bottom, but after boiling for about half an hour, although the medicinal soup slowly became like this, the inside was still very smooth, but there was no sign of half a point of paste, but the smell was really unpleasant.

There is a very pertinent saying in the different north, called to do: Rather peep at Langjun bath, do not ask Bai Po soup.

The Lang Jun in the words refers to Chi Xiaoming, the lord of the North City. This advice is to warn those who are sick and want to take the medicinal soup prescribed by Grandma Bai that they would rather go to peep at the city lord bathing and be beaten to death, and definitely not be curious about the brewing process of this medicinal soup. This was wrong in Mujiang before, but now he thinks that the summary is quite accurate, if it were himself, he would rather peek at the city lord taking a bath, even if he was caught and beaten to death, he would definitely never drink this thing!!

The medicinal herbs entered the pot one by one, and there was only the fat-headed brain of the Donghai Fuyu in hand, so he took the fish gall bladder and held it in his hand, and put the fish body into the big wooden basin at the door, thinking that it should be able to stew a good pot of soup after washing it tomorrow.

The bitter smell in the crockpot was so strong that you could guess how terrible the smell of the medicine would be. Even if he knew that he wasn't drinking it for himself, Mu Jiangcuo's hands couldn't help but shake twice when he squeezed out the bitter gall. After doing this, Mu Jiang mistakenly picked up the prescription for comparison, but after seeing the latter paragraph, the corners of his mouth twitched inexplicably,

"After putting in all the herbs, cover the lid and continue to boil until the medicinal soup is boiled until it is thick and fragrant, and it must be taken when it is ugly, remember. ”

Boil until white and fragrant??

Earnest?

Mu Jiang rubbed his eyes, and carefully identified the big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing, Xu was in a hurry to go out of the city to go on a date, and the last few articles written by Grandma Bai became more and more sloppy, and after confirming it again and again, it proved that he was indeed not wrong.

Since it's written like this, let's boil it, boil it?

This might be a bit difficult, Mu Jiang thought to himself.

The bile with the fishy and bitter smell was put into the jar, Mu Jiangcuo quickly closed the lid to cover the smell, and still held the squeezed fish bile skin and the fishy juice stuck in his hand in his palm, went out and threw the bile skin under the snow plum tree in the small courtyard, squatted down and scooped up a handful of white snow to rub his hands, rubbed it for a while, and changed to a good handful of white snow, the fishy smell in his palm still did not get rid of half a point, but even so, Mu Jiangcuo still repeated mechanically, and he was also questioning himself in his mind:

Why did he crush the whole thing with his palm? Why didn't he use his fingernails to pinch a hole and squeeze it into the medicinal soup?

But soon made a reasonable explanation for himself:

Probably because it's more gentle!

After staying in the house for a long time, the ice frozen on the armor has been warmed away, becoming a wet piece clinging to the skin, which has just come out for a while, and has begun to have the meaning of re-condensing after touching some cold wind, and the wet clothes will feel even colder when they encounter the cold wind. Mu Jiang unconsciously shuddered twice in a row, shrunk his neck, took his dry clothes, and went to the guest room to change in. There was still medicine sitting on the stove, and there must be no way to boil hot water for a bath, so Mu Jiangcuo only took a dry cotton towel and simply wiped it dry before changing it.

The guest room had been vacant for a long time, and the corners of the roof windows were shabby and exposed, and the air was pouring into the room. This is the house where Mu Jiangcuo lived when he was a child, and he hasn't been in for a long time, so he used the wet clothes he changed to block a few cracks in the leakage, and Mu Jiangcuo closed the door after making sure that it was covered. Even if this house is not inhabited now, it cannot be allowed to fall into this state, and thinking that in a few days I will no longer be the governor of the city, I must find a time to clean up this house.

While thinking so, he walked into the east room, and the sweet potatoes should be ripe at this time, right?

After a busy day from morning to night, there was no grain of rice except for a bowl of cold gruel in the morning, and he worked hard, but he didn't catch anything except the beating, and Mu Jiang mistakenly felt that he was indeed a little unworthy as the city governor.

Mu Jiang mistakenly knew that he was stupid, although he tried hard, but everything was still unsatisfactory, in fact, he didn't expect himself to be able to soar to the top of the world, but when Luo Chan came to him to sit in the position of city governor for him, in all fairness, Mu Jiang also faintly had some fiery wishes in his heart, if he could get lucky enough to sit in this position, he would have the qualifications to pursue his sweetheart.

But now not only did the city governor deserve to be defeated, but also inexplicably there was another woman in his room, sleeping on his couch, and he took advantage of others without knowing it, ruined the innocence of the girl's family, and did all these bastard things, and really ignored it irresponsibly, how could it be the big husband's doing? But if he really married, he didn't marry his beloved, and he lost his heart, how could it be the big husband's doing?

Wandering back and forth in my head like this, my heart was crowded with troubles, and suddenly I didn't feel how hungry I was. The hot sweet potato balls were thrown left and right in his hands, but Mu Jiangcuo's gaze kept falling on the couch.

The woman on the couch fell asleep quietly, her mouth was not closed but slightly open, and she breathed a little bit, and the corners of her lips were dripping with crystal water stains... It looks like it's really a bit rude, after all, it's a woman's house, and this sleeping appearance is very indecent.

Her features were plain, her eyebrows were sparse, her complexion was sallow, and her cheeks were full of deep and shallow spots and pits, like the appearance of a haggard woman in a lowly working place. The women of the city will not have such appearance, even if they are the maidservants who clean and serve the people, or the cooks who smoke in the kitchen every day, they will pay great attention to their appearance, and think of ways to dress up neatly and neatly, and will never allow their faces to be ruined like this.

But a woman with such a face, on that icy lake, surprised, annoyed and ashamed, when these expressions appeared on his face undisguisedly, his face seemed to suddenly flash, so that he couldn't take his eyes off at all, and the shame and anger were even worse when he fainted out with Hongxia, at that time he was thinking, there is probably no more real and agile woman in this world than her, the outstanding figure of the slender waist and beautiful legs really hooked his soul...

After Kankan reacted, Mu Jiang stood up by mistake, slapped himself hard, and scolded himself for being dirty!

The woman's breathing was still quiet, the sound of the fire burning and the grunting of the clay pot were not loud, Mu Jiangcuo's cheeks were crimson, and he turned back and forth in the room three or four times at a loss, this quiet atmosphere made him even more disgusted with the thoughts that had just flashed in his mind.

Poured himself three cups of tea and drank it clean in one breath, decided to do something to alleviate the embarrassment at the moment, picked up the broom in the corner of the house and cleaned the inner room and the small hall in the house, the room was not big, and hurriedly found a rag to wipe the desk and bookshelf when he was idle, absent-mindedly, only wiped that place back and forth, and after a while, he suddenly threw down the rag and ran to see if he needed to add charcoal to the stove, and after finding that he didn't need it, Mu Jiang turned around twice empty-handed and finally sat back on the low stool again.

His mind was still messed up, and Mu Jiang mistakenly felt that it was not good to put his hands and feet anywhere.

Suddenly, he inexplicably reached out and lifted the lid of the crockpot for boiling medicine, Xu just wanted to smell the disgusting smell in the jar to make himself sober, and when the lid was lifted, he was indeed sober, his eyes opened widely, and he closed his eyes and opened them again in disbelief...

There is a thick white color in the crockpot, and I can't smell the fishy smell, just like a jar of water, but if it is close, I can faintly smell a trace of sweetness, a bit like the taste of the dream ginger lotus seeds that are abundant in the East and steamed in the rice grains...

This medicine... Even if it's boiled up?