If it weren't for Chu Xiangling deliberately making such a fuss, Wang Yuan would also want to have a good competition with Zhao Tingfang, since ancient times, there is no first martial arts and no second, and the same is true for chefs, why are you one point more than me?

But now what we have to deal with is what Mu Changxin asked. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Yuan went to Aunt Gong's hospital early in the morning, the old man had worked hard all his life, and he was almost dying, and his biggest hope was to drink a mouthful of millet porridge.

Mu Changxin stayed in the ward, putting his face on the back of the old man's hand, quietly like a beauty sculpture.

She hadn't slept all night.

Wang Yuan pushed the door in, she woke up from the fog, and when she saw him coming, her chaotic heart finally calmed down a little.

"Auntie wants to take a sip of millet porridge now." Mu Changxin said, his voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were red, and he seemed to have cried.

"I'll figure it out!" Wang Yuan walked to the hospital bed and looked at the old man's complexion, his face was dark, Yin Tang was black, and the lines on his head had bloomed, it seemed that he was ......

"Thank you, Wang Yuan." Mu Changxin said to Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan sighed, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are common things, take it lightly." ”

"Hmm." She nodded, tears already welling up in her beautiful eyes.

"Are you alone?" Wang Yuan looked around and found that there was nothing in this independent ward, and she was alone, so there should be a lot of inconvenience.

Mu Changxin looked at Aunt Gong lying on the hospital bed blankly, pursed his lips, Wang Yuan shook his head, "I asked Xue'er to accompany you." ”

"Thank you." Mu Changxin didn't know what to say.

Wang Yuan returned home, gave Jiang Xueqing some money, and asked her to rush to the hospital immediately to accompany Mu Changxin, Jiang Xueqing ran away after listening to the smoke, Wang Yuan hung a sign at the door that was temporarily closed, hid in the kitchen, turned the ring on his hand, and entered the fairy garden.

If you want to drink millet porridge, you must first have good millet.

There is a large field of millet in the fairy garden, and Wang Yuan cut some of it and process it into crystal clear millet, which exudes a unique rice fragrance.

He thought about it, chose some leaves, and a few side dishes, and went out of the garden.

He first put the caught prawns on the Qingfeng knife reward, and a thin layer of ice flowers suddenly condensed on the palm-sized river prawns, Wang Yuan saw that it was almost time, rubbed off the ice flowers, peeled off the shells and shrimp lines, chopped and fried until half-cooked.

Millet is soaked in fairy spring water and slowly expands, so that it is easy to rot when cooked.

After everything was ready, Wang Yuan turned on the gas stove and began to cook millet porridge.

After an hour, he poured in the sautéed shrimp and continued to simmer for half an hour.

Finally, add vegetables such as coriander, bok choy, and a little lard, and boil for about ten minutes, then turn off the heat and remove from the pot.

A portion of shrimp and millet porridge is ready.

Wang Yuan took a taxi and rushed all the way to the hospital.

At this time, Jiang Xueqing was holding Mu Changxin's hand, and Mu Changxin was leaning on her shoulder, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, it seemed that she was too tired, and she fell asleep.

"Shhhhh......h

"Ahh......h

"Ah, long ...... Changxin, this is, is it ......" the old man asked as he pointed at Wang Yuan.

"He's ......" Before she could answer, the old man took her hand and grinned with his missing front teeth, "You, get married...... Okay, good...... I'm dumbfounded......"

"It's not ......" Mu Changxin was about to explain, but she saw Wang Yuan glaring at her, she understood what Wang Yuan meant, the old man was already angry, and if he could speak, he would return to the light, so don't disobey her.

"Well, Mother Gong, Changxin is married." As she spoke, tears began to fall, and the old lady grabbed her wrist, and she was in pain when she was so strong that she pinched it.

"Kid, it's all like that...... It's big, it's good ......" The old lady mistook Jiang Xueqing for Mu Changxin's daughter.

"Mother Gong, taste some porridge!" Wang Yuan stepped forward, and when the old lady saw him carrying a warm lunch box, she opened her mouth with great difficulty, waiting for others to feed her.

"I'll do it!" Mu Changxin took the lunch box, opened it, put it in his mouth, and gently blew it, and a smell of rice suddenly permeated the entire ward.

When the millet porridge was entered, the old man tasted it with great difficulty, and his tongue, which had almost lost its function, suddenly tasted the rice aroma mixed with the millet porridge and the sweet aroma of the shrimp meat, and immediately reacted.

"Okay, delicious...... old man spoke intermittently, but he still opened his mouth, looked at Mu Changxin with a pair of eyes, and wanted to eat more.

"Mother Gong, when you are well, I beg him to make it for you every day......" Mu Changxin saw the old man like this, tears rolled in his eyes again, and he choked up and said, the old man's shriveled lips squirmed twice, and he made an old hoarse voice.

"Don't ...... Crying ......"

"Mmmmmm...... she held back her tears and showed a smile, and Mother Gong opened her mouth again, "Eat...... Eat ......"

After feeding the old man more than a dozen bites, the old man couldn't eat, leaning on the bed, holding Mu Changxin with one hand and Wang Yuan with the other, with a hint of relief in his cloudy old eyes.

"Good...... Live...... No...... Quarrel ......"

It seems that Aunt Gong is out of consciousness and really regards Wang Yuan as Mu Changxin's husband.

"Mother Gong, don't worry, the two of us will ...... well" Mu Changxin responded, his voice hoarse, Wang Yuan was also infected by this atmosphere, and nodded at the old man.

"This, this ......" The old man laboriously stretched out a finger and pointed to his chest, Mu Changxin understood what she meant, and pulled out a thin rope from her neck, and at the other end of the rope was a pair of hollow jade butterflies.

This pair of jade pendants is one, but they are two, she grabbed one in one hand and stuffed it into the hands of the two, "Forever knot...... Concentric ......"

Wang Yuan looked at Mu Changxin, Mu Changxin nodded slightly at him, and motioned for him to accept it.

This action was captured by the old lady, a smile appeared on her wrinkled face, and she touched Wang Yuan's head tremblingly, "I'm afraid...... I'm afraid of my wife, so ......"

Mu Changxin couldn't hold back any longer, snatched the door out, leaned against the corner and cried.

Jiang Xueqing hurriedly ran out and comforted her softly.

"Good...... Take care...... Girl, a child with a hard life...... Nobody hurts ............."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of her all my life and not make her sad......" Wang Yuan said in a low voice, which was what he had always wanted to say.

"Long Heart...... I'll leave it to you......"

The old man's hand slowly drooped, and when he looked again, the pupils of his eyes had dilated, and there was no snort.

……

Aunt Gong is young and widowed, she has been in Mu Changxin's house all her life, and she has no relatives, Mu Changxin's relatives are all out of town, and she can't come back for a while, so Wang Yuan helped take care of the old man's funeral.

Fortunately, Mu Changxin had already chosen the cemetery, and hired a few people to help carry the coffin and scatter paper money, and he was busy until the next night to finish the funeral.

"Let Cher accompany you these days!" After taking care of Aunt Gong's funeral, Wang Yuan said to Mu Changxin, her eyes were crying like peaches, and she snorted in a dumb voice.

"This ......" Wang Yuan took out the half of the jade mandarin duck pendant and handed it to her, Mu Changxin glanced at him meaningfully and took it.