There were a total of five or six sweet potatoes in the stove, and Molly said that she wanted rice porridge instead of sweet potatoes, but she didn't put the porridge in the rice bowl.

She waited until Qu Jincun finished eating the sweet potato, and then found a rough pottery bowl and filled half a bowl of rice in the bowl.

The orange-yellow millet porridge is placed in a bowl, and the sticky and thick smell exudes a refreshing and pleasant rice aroma.

However, Qu Jincun only took a sip and returned the rice bowl to Molly.

"It doesn't taste good." The handsome young man's face was wrinkled, "There is no taste at all." I want to eat Buddha jumping over the wall, with blue stem rice. ”

What he said was right, and Molly was speechless.

"Even this meal is only for today." She held the hot rice bowl and patiently persuaded the young man in front of her, "I don't know if I can get rice tomorrow, you can eat a bite first!" ”

Molly has always been very patient with young targets, and most of her previous targets were children under the age of 15 and even infants.

Qu Jincun in front of her looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, although she was tall, she was very thin, and her wanting to live on the run also imprinted her with physical and mental pain.

The boy's long eyelashes drooped, his hair was almost dry, and his hair swayed gently by the heat of the stove, like the wings of a bird, and he stared wistfully at the bright fire, and muttered, "I don't know why? After coming to this small mountain village, many memories have been blurred, only the good things I ate in the early years have become more and more distinct, which makes people so greedy - is it bad for me to be like this? Impractical, right? ”

Molly remained speechless.

After experiencing so many dreams in the space, Qu Jincun doesn't seem to have any family, and it is rare to see him have a family member or appear.

For this teenager, the warm, happy and complete family life in his childhood must be very nostalgic......

She can't do anything about it, this is his dream-making space, it is a reflection of his subconscious, and until he thinks about it, the dream-making space will not change much.

After sitting quietly by the fire for a while, the boy suddenly jumped up, hurriedly tied his hair together, and ran out.

Since he doesn't eat? Molly didn't waste her meals, so she collected them all and put them in a crockpot to be warmed up tomorrow.

After the pot was cleaned, she continued to boil the water and prepare the water for washing her feet before going to bed.

When the water was about to rise and steam, Qu Jincun carried something in his hand and stepped into the kitchen excitedly.

"What do you think this is?" The boy gasped and smiled softly, the thing in his hand was heavy, and feathers fell from time to time.

Molly was slightly taken aback: "Where did the pheasant come from?" ”

"I exchanged my newly chopped firewood for today with the prey in the hunter's house." Qu Jincun smiled briskly and flatteringly sent the chicken to Molly, "Look, how fat, how tender?" Orion also gave me a lot of wild mushrooms! ”

After selling the mountain-like firewood, he got such a meal, what about rice, oil, and noodles? What to do with those things?

Molly hesitated, looking at the young man's sparkling eyes, even if she wanted to educate him again, but in the face of the thin figure and the scars on his hands, she couldn't bear to say it.

Forget it, let's not take it as an example, don't take it as an example.

The mushrooms are very miscellaneous, with a strong fungus flavor, a thick umbrella cover, and a crisp and tender hazel mushroom; There are also white mushrooms with thick meat and delicious flavor, fragrant and tender; Others are common oyster mushrooms.

Molly bleeds the chicken, washes it into small pieces, and brushes a thin layer of marinade with the miso in the jar.

Then, sit in the pot and heat it, put a little chicken fat, slowly boil the fat from solid to liquid, after the oil is hot, she quickly put in the chicken pieces and stir-fry, until the chicken changes color, then put green onions, ginger, dried red pepper and salt, and carefully take a little home-made zuò sauce, mix it together and start to stew.

The mountain * meat is delicious, and it has such a lively energy in the pot, bubbling with beautiful crab eye bubbles, and the fragrance soon emerges through the cracks in the lid.

This fragrance simply made Qu Jincun Qu Gongzi fluttering, he deeply smelled the smell of belonging to the farmhouse, for a moment extraordinary, forgetting the poor life and the gloomy future, and reveling in the fragrance full of fireworks for a long time.

Pheasant stewed mushrooms, is a "hard dish" of the farmhouse dish, the chicken is tender, fragrant and delicious, a simple dish can meet the nutritional principle of a meat, a vegetarian mushroom, the mushroom taste is smooth and delicious, the chicken is smooth and slippery without dregs, because the pheasant is long in sports, so every piece of meat is very flexible, there is no dry firewood.

Chicken stewed over a slow fire is easier to digest, and eating chicken stewed mushrooms in winter is especially beneficial, not only to enjoy the deliciousness, but also to warm up the body.

Eating chicken, chewing mushrooms, and drinking chicken soup can prevent and control wind and cold, which is very expensive for farmers who have no money to treat diseases.

Qu Jincun's beautiful young face showed a dreamlike smile, he was holding the rice bowl intoxicated, his teeth gently biting a piece of chicken, reluctant to swallow but wanting to eat more.

Molly couldn't help but laugh.

"If you don't eat it, it'll be cold." She reminded.

Qu Jincun glanced at him softly, and there were faint waves of water surging in the bright eyes of the young man.

He ate half a bowl of meat very slowly, and when he had drunk most of the soup, he stopped.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked Molly softly.

Molly smiled and replied, "Eat meat at night, I will refrain from moving." ”

She is still more patient with young males.

And the strategy target in front of him does not have the memory of all the previous dream spaces, it is as simple as a blank piece of paper, although it is not as fit and strong as Coach Qu, but it also has a backbone to stand up to the door.

Thinking of Coach Qu...... Molly took a slight breath and turned her gaze to the fire.

The young man Qu Jincun had been quietly observing Molly, and he knew that although she had a smile on her face, her heart did not fall in this kitchen.

It was a gut feeling, inexplicable, but he felt that he was guessing the truth.

"There is no firewood and rice at home." Molly carefully darkened the fire, leaving only a little spark in the stove.

Qu Jincun nodded, and said in a clear voice: "It's okay, I'll go out early tomorrow morning, chop more firewood, and buy rice for the pot in the afternoon!" ”

The voice was sonorous and powerful, even if his shoulders were still a little thin, but it was enough to make people trust him.

"I'll go with me tomorrow." Molly smiled and said, "We can take these leftovers and eat them in the woods at noon." ”

The beautiful and handsome young man smiled, and his eyes were as beautiful as the vast lake: "Okay, you accompany me and watch me work." ”

Molly noticed that the strange atmosphere she had when she first met him had disappeared without a trace, as if something was slipping through the teenager's mind......

Clean up the simple kitchen, the outside has long been dark, the winter in the mountains is dark early, and everyone is reluctant to light the lamp, so it is dark all around.

This is a dream-making space similar to that of a peasant house in the Tang and Song dynasties, where every qiē is so rough and simple that it is almost unsightly.

In the only bedroom, only one side occupies most of the house's earthen kang, because the earthen kang wall is connected to the cooking stove, so the kang head is still hot.

An oil lamp was lit on the kang table, illuminating only half of the room.

Qu Jincun laid out the quilt by himself very calmly, put the two pillows side by side, and patted them softly, and then beckoned to Molly: "Come on." ”

Molly:......

"The slave is not sleepy," she said quickly, and sat down on the edge of the kang, "Young master, you can sleep." ”

Nima, why did you forget this stubble?

A personal maid or something...... Doesn't it mean warm = bed, right?

The stars in Qu Jincun's eyes dimmed, he silently lowered his head, silently removed his coat, and burrowed into a quilt.

That weird vibe, it's back.

Molly was a little embarrassed by the vibe.

Obviously he did the right thing, how do you feel that the young man's back is very lonely?

Even if it's a warm and bed girl, it's impossible to sleep with your son all night, right? Is that in line with the rules of the Tang and Song dynasties?

For a long time, Molly, who was sitting on the cold hard earthen wall and was almost about to fall asleep, suddenly heard a faint sigh.

"Actually, you still dislike me." The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and he said word by word, "Do you still think that I have brought you to suffer?" ”

What?

Molly's eyes widened, and something seemed to slip quietly in the darkness where the oil lamp couldn't shine.

Qu Jincun turned around, his long hair scattered all over the pillow, he puffed out his cheeks, and said with some anger: "You have never given me a good face since you followed me here." Seeing you doing your best today, I thought you figured it out? Do you still dislike me for a long time? The deed of sale is given to you, you are willing! ”

As he spoke, a piece of paper was thrown out of the bed and landed on the ground.

Molly hurriedly picked it up and looked at it...... Nima, I can't read a word.

It seems to be a certain kind of text that was nurtured by this dream-making space itself.

"Is this a deed of sale?" Molly looked left and right, and felt that the fragile paper could not control a person's fate.

Qu Jincun turned over again, arched into a ball, and told Molly clearly with his back: he took care of her easily.

Molly pursed her lips and pressed the piece of paper under the mat, and the room quickly fell silent.

There are no watchmen here, and no one will tell the time, so Molly, who is sleeping in a daze, doesn't know what time it is at night.

But suddenly, she felt as if a mountain had moved to her heart.

It's overwhelming.

There was darkness all around, like the chaotic darkness before Pangu opened the sky, and in this darkness, Molly heard the rustling of clothes.

Immediately after, she felt a hot and stubborn lip.

At this moment, Molly fully woke up, and the feeling of her hands and back was a warm kang head, and she was surrounded by a quilt.

On their own body...... Qu Jincun was covering firmly, he was there, he was undressing her.

"What are you doing!" Molly roared.

With one force, she used a common trick in wrestling to flip Qu Jincun aside.

By this time, her coat had disappeared.

"You're excessive!" The beautiful voice of the young man sounded aggrievedly in the dark, Qu Jincun made a squirming sound, and seemed to be about to make persistent efforts to grope through, "Lady, don't go too far!" ”

Lady son ?!!

Wait, it's not scientific!

That's not how a good script is said!

Obviously a maidservant, no, the cook is here, why would Qu Jincun give her such a title?

Molly was startled, sat up suddenly, wrapped in a quilt and about to go to the ground.

"It's long been made clear that you're my lady when you're here," Qu Jincun shouted angrily, "Why don't you talk about it?" ”

Molly's forehead throbbed, and she couldn't get her thoughts back for a while, so she buried her head in searching for shoes to wear.

Who knows, the man threw a bombshell again, blowing her up: "We all set up a banquet in the village to worship heaven and earth, and that was the banquet that I bought as a jade pendant!" You can't deny it, lady! ”

Molly:......