Gu Zheng's high fever did not subside, the whole person felt dizzy, there was no taste in his mouth, and when he saw the food, he had no appetite, but this was made by his own lady early in the morning, no matter whether it was delicious or not, he couldn't live up to it. -Le-Wen-Small-Say--lxs520-com

Scooped a mouthful of porridge with a spoon, it was just salty, the fish slices were smooth and delicious, and he put down his chopsticks and sandwiched the sweet and sour fish segments, but he felt hungry.

"Husband, being sick consumes physical strength, you eat more."

Mo Xiaohe broke the soft white-flour steamed buns, the whole inner room exuded the aroma of wheat, she handed Gu Zheng more than half, and the rest of her own small bites, looking at the speed of her husband's chopsticks, she was quite satisfied with her craftsmanship.

Gu Zheng didn't speak, but a bowl of porridge went most of it in a short time, which shows that he took his lady's words to heart.

The drizzle kept falling, and the sky was overcast, and the humidity in the mountains was even worse.

After the meal, Mo Xiaohe cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, burned the fire between the stoves, and boiled a big bowl of ginger water, let Gu Zheng drink it while it was hot, sweat a little, cover the quilt, and an hour later, give him the pills left by Yingluo.

Gu Zheng only felt that his whole body was sore, his head was dizzy, he lay on the bed, and after a while, he fell asleep deeply.

In the huge courtyard, there are only husband and wife, and the courtyard door is closed, isolating everything.

There are no outsiders to disturb you, although the days are peaceful, but it is not without benefits, in contrast, freedom is the most encounterable but undesirable thing.

Mo Xiaohe pulled a chair, sat on the edge of the bed, and probed her husband's forehead with her hand, the heat returned to normal, probably because of a lot of sweat, and it was still a little cold to the touch.

His eyes were closed, his lips were pursed, and some of the well-defined edges and corners were hidden in the shadows, just revealing half of his face without scars, not as cold and hard as usual.

His brow was furrowed, as if he was troubled, and he did not sleep peacefully. Mo Xiaohe also frowned, her husband was always tightening a string, too tired, sheltering her from the wind and rain, but always forgetting herself, they were husband and wife, she hoped that in the future, when she encountered twists and turns, she could also stand by his side, instead of hiding behind him forever for protection.

Raising his hand to smooth the Sichuan character lines between Gu Zheng's eyebrows, he was asleep, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly. No matter what happens, as long as he is there, it will be the best day.

Mo Xiaohe didn't have a sense of lightness for no reason, she stood up, put her hand along Gu Zheng's collar, and put it on his pectoral muscles, which had been scrubbed before, refreshing and refreshing, presumably her husband could sleep more soundly.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sky outside was not too dark, Mo Xiaohe put on a robe, wore a hat, stepped on a pair of small clogs, and went out with a skirt.

Deep in the mountains and forests, not far ahead, wild animals often haunt her, and she picks wild vegetables in the open space in front of her house with a pair of scissors in her hand.

The rain all night, has washed the dust on the leaves of wild vegetables, moistened by the rain, the leaves are more and more straight, there are several kinds of wild vegetables around, all of which she recognizes, Mo Xiaohe specially picked the mother-in-law, filled half a small basket, seeing that the time was still early, she took advantage of the wet soil to pull out all the weeds in front of the door.

I heard that in the future, my grandparents will take my uncle's family, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang and the two elders will move to live in the mountains, she is very much in favor, not to mention that the environment in the mountains is good to take refuge, I was worried before, in case I went to Dawu for a year and a half, and when I came back, the weeds in the mountains and fields were all over the yard, and the weeds were more than one person high.

Relatives and friends live in the mountains, so they can help take care of it, so it won't look too desolate. There is a ditch in front of the house, firstly, to prevent rainwater from flooding the yard and to divert the water to the lower places, and secondly, to prevent wild beasts from the mountains from entering the house.

Mo Xiaohe walked home with the basket, and suddenly heard the sound of fluttering from the trench, she looked down and saw that the pheasant, which had been gray and abrupt, was struggling in the trench, its legs were pierced by sharp objects, and at this moment it was already more gas in and less air out.

It's so sleepy to have a pillow! Mo Xiaohe was overjoyed, her husband was sick, she was worried about what to use to make up for him, they didn't go back to the mountains for a while, there was nothing left at home, she didn't know how to hunt, she wanted to eat meat, there was no fresh, only the ham and a piece of bacon that she bought years ago.

Hurriedly went home to get a net with a handle, Mo Xiaohe scooped up the pheasant and knocked it to death with a wooden stick, she recited the Buddha's name in her mouth, no way, the weak eat the strong, this is the survival law of the food chain, let her not eat meat, it is impossible.

After boiling a large pot of boiling water to remove the pheasant's hair, Mo Xiaohe found that the pheasant meat was thick, at least four or five catties, and he didn't know if there were many insects in the mountains and there was no shortage of food, so he developed such a physique.

In any case, it has fulfilled her and her husband Gu Zheng, and the mushrooms and dried bamboo shoots that were dried in the house years ago, and with some seasoning, they can stew a big pot. Before stewing the chicken, Mo Xiaohe stir-fried a few pieces over high heat to burst out the aroma, and then added water in order, first on high heat, and then adjusted to low heat and simmered. Around mid-afternoon, it became dark in the mountains.

The lantern was lit at the door of the stove, and it was estimated that when it was time for dinner, her husband should wake up, Mo Xiaohe used another stove to fry some mother-in-law Ding wild vegetable balls, which were filled with radishes and onions, and seasoned with soaked and then chopped sea rice, she tasted one, which was chewy and chewy.

Gu Zheng woke up, there was only one candle lit in the house, he moved, he didn't feel bone pain before going to bed, he sat up, just in time for Mo Xiaohe to enter the door with a casserole containing chicken soup.

"Husband, are you awake? Better, right? ”

Mo Xiaohe's smile was like a flower, her cheeks were flushed, her bright eyes were squinting, her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her white and tender arms, she put the casserole on the dining table, bared her teeth, and subconsciously touched her ears with her hands.

"Just woke up, lady, but it's hot?"

Gu Zheng became nervous at the moment, he sat up, scooped up the little hand that his lady wanted to carry over, saw her eyes dodging, and said in a deep voice, "Let me see." ”

The illness is like a thread, Gu Zheng's voice is hoarse and low, and there is an irreversible sense of command.

"It's okay, it's a little hot around the edges, and I'm all padded with muslin."

Mo Xiaohe avoids the weight and snorts lightly, perfunctory a few words, just came in with a strong support, although it was not scalded, the tender fingers were red and swollen, and there was a little itchy feeling.

Gu Zheng stared at the red marks on her fingers, and when Mo Xiaohe was caught off guard, she put her fingers in her mouth, and the flexible tip of her tongue roamed over the red and swollen areas.

"Husband......

I don't know what I thought, Mo Xiaohe's body shook, and her cheeks instantly turned redder, just a slight movement, is the husband a**? If not, how could she react so easily......

"There is a green ointment at home, apply a layer of it, it is cool, and it will be good in an hour."

After Gu Zheng finished speaking, he found a box in the small lattice at the head of the bed and helped Mo Xiaohe take medicine, during which the husband and wife had no words, everything was silent. For a meal, Gu Zheng ate very satisfied, Mo Xiaohe chirped, saying how lucky he was, he could catch pheasants at the door of his home, the chicken was better than the domestic ones, the two of them ate half a casserole, and chicken nuggets, add potatoes tomorrow morning, and they can eat another meal. "Wild vegetable balls taste good, too."

Gu Zheng was sick, he didn't like greasy, when Mo Xiaohe stewed chicken soup, he used a spoon to skim out a layer of oil slick on it, which looked clear and watery, but it did not affect its delicious taste.

The wild vegetable balls were also empty of oil after being fished out, and they ate a small half plate in a row, and Gu Zheng was still unsatisfied.

"There are a lot of wild vegetables at the door, let's go to Dawu, there are all along the way."

Mo Xiaohe, who was praised, straightened her chest, cooking skills, but also depends on talent, she has a bit of talent for mastering food, also as a daughter of the Mo family, Mo Daya's level, miserable, she doesn't want to complain about her cousin, but seeing the appearance similar to pig food, Mo Xiaohe can't squeeze out a word of praise even if she is hypocritical.

"Ordinary people are reluctant to use that oil, so we can borrow the back kitchen of the inn."

I wanted to say that I would take some guys on the road, and if I slept in the mountains along the way, I would be able to satisfy my stomach, but the two of them brought a lot of things, and if they gained weight, they would increase the burden on the horses. "Xu Tietou prepared a carriage and put it on his carriage."

Gu Zheng took it for granted, in terms of craftsmanship, no one can compare to Xu Tietou, a few people go together, it is time for him to give full play to his own value, there are several cities on the road by the sea, the locals eat fish and shrimp every day, and after their own lady is pregnant, sometimes they can't see fish.

Being able to take things away, the little regret in Mo Xiaohe's heart, was swept away in an instant, according to the travel experience, it is always impossible to prepare more ingredients, now the south is entering the rainy season, running on the official road, there are no villages around, you can only be hungry, there are cooking utensils, it is different.

This book was first published by Lewen, please do not reprint!