Chapter 74

Long Jiahao glanced at him: "What do you like or dislike, you kid don't give me more nosy, hurry up and clean the roast chicken rack, and use it tomorrow!" ”

Long Jiahao, who was pierced in his heart, only felt that his heart was in a mess, and he couldn't lift his spirits by doing anything, but he was really reluctant to let them go like this, and he just looked forward to seeing him again soon. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If she is not the heir of this roast chicken shop, I am afraid that she really has the urge to go to the Western Regions with them, this is a life she has never tried, she really wants to experience it, and she doesn't want to stay in this roast chicken shop all day.

But she is carrying the mission of the family, she Long Jiahao is a serious and responsible person, she swore in front of the ancestor's tablet to carry forward the business of the roast chicken shop, she will definitely do what she says, she gave another guy an address, let him go to He Jinghui's shop to buy some more flower tea back.

The guests drank He Jingxuan's tea every day, and Long Jiahao felt that there was a hope in his heart that they would come back again.

At noon, He Jingyang and the others happened to walk into the valley, stopped for a little rest, Yang Jun mobilized a lot of elite forces from the surrounding dart bureau to protect, for fear that there would be another accident like last time, after all, it was related to the reputation of the dart bureau for a hundred years.

Long Jiahao brought them a lot of roast chicken, the taste was so delicious that people couldn't help swallowing saliva, He Jinghui thought that when he came back, he could eat Long Jiahao's roast chicken again, so he said to Wu Meier: "When we come back, we must buy more roast chicken and bring it back for everyone to taste......

Wu Mei'er smiled and nodded, just now she felt unbearable pain all over her body, although it was only a short moment, but it made people feel as if they were heaven and earth, she was trying to read the book of detoxification, but she never found anything.

She hoped that she could find tea trees and cliff flowers in the Western Regions, and she could go to Tianchi to make a wish, and she hoped that what Jinghui said could everyone go back to the city together smoothly, but ...... She had palpitations, she was afraid that she would not be able to detoxify, she thought that if fate was like this, it would be good to be with He Jinghui all the time, after all, these times are so beautiful, although it is regrettable for a short time, but they are all so beautiful.

Jingjing's meal has not been large, only half a chicken leg has been eaten, Xiu'er has eaten half a chicken, Huang Li joked with her: "I said Xiu'er, you can eat so much, your lover will have to work hard to raise you after marrying you home!" ”

Xiu'er blushed at what she said and said: "Sister Huangli, I just think this roast chicken is delicious so I eat more, how can I usually eat so much, although I don't have as strong control over my diet as Sister Jingjing, you can't arrange me like this......"

He Jinghui unconsciously looked at Jingjing, and said warmly: "Miss Jingjing, you should eat more not long after you recover from your serious illness......

Jingjing said calmly: "I'm used to it, in fact, I'm really full......" She knew that He Jinghui cared about her again, but she had become accustomed to eating very little on her diet over the years.

He Jinghui saw that she still had a slender waist that could be held by Yingying, although it was very important to maintain her figure, He Jinghui didn't want to be the fat man she was originally, but being so thin like Jingjing inevitably made people feel that I was pitiful, Jingjing didn't talk much, and it seems to have become more silent these days.

He Jinghui saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart, but the Jingjing girl rarely spoke, so that even if he wanted to solve it, he couldn't solve it, maybe this trip could make her forget the unhappiness of the past and regain the courage for life, He Jinghui could only think so.

Wu Mei'er looked at the beautiful scenery, if it weren't for the estimation that An Mingyang would kill again, she really wanted to enjoy the scenery here, she remembered the first time He Jinghui saw her, and thought that they went to the lake to paint later, her beautiful voice said: "I see that everyone is a little tired, I have to rest for a while...... Just take a break from a cup of tea here......"

He Jinghui had a tacit understanding with her, he was holding a paintbrush to paint the clouds in the distance, but what he was thinking about was Nian'er, those clouds were very beautiful, rolling on the mountain, all the beautiful things he had seen, he didn't have the opportunity to see with Nian'er, he wanted to paint them, and he could share them with her in the future.

Wu Meier stood quietly behind him and watched him paint, she liked to see him focused, the poison on her body seemed to attack again, Wu Meier pretended to go around to a meadow behind the carriage to enjoy the beautiful little wildflowers blooming there, when the symptoms attacked, she only felt like there was a boulder pressing her chest, and she felt weak, Wu Meier squatted down, and next to her was the beautiful little flower, but her world was spinning at the moment.

When Huang Li ran over, Wu Meier had successfully endured this painful process by herself, and Huang Li chirped: "Miss, the clouds painted by He Gongzi are so beautiful...... full of admiration.

Wu Meier has seen a lot of painters, but most of them are copying the general paintings, which is quite good, and some of the paintings are not like them at all.

And He Jinghui not only paints very expressively, but also carries life in general, looking at his works, you will feel inexplicably very moved.

It's just that Wu Meier didn't know that many of He Jinghui's paintings were painted for the thoughts he had been thinking about in his heart.

Wu Meier picked up a beautiful pink flower from the grass and put it on the edge of Huang Li's hair, Huang Li was very happy to show Xiu'er after wearing it, Jingjing always likes to take it quietly alone, and looked at He Jinghui's back in a daze.

They continued to set off, in the carriage, Wu Meier made tea, the white fingers of the clear tea soup, the whole carriage in the mist with the fragrance of tea, Wu Meier asked Huang Li to take out the refreshments, and with the delicate tea cup to everyone handed tea, He Jinghui saw that there was a fragrant taro crisp in the refreshment, so he took it and handed it to Jingjing and said, "You didn't eat much at noon." ”

Jingjing saw that what he handed over was her favorite taro crisp, and looked at He Jinghui's eyes with water, but she didn't bow her head and eat the taro crisp in small bites.

Wu Meier continued to look down at those medical books, the atmosphere in the carriage was only the fragrance of tea for a while, He Jinghui looked at the clouds outside the window, and heard Huang Li chattering with Xiu'er about some interesting things she had experienced with Wu Meier before.

Jingjing's eyes looked at Huang Li from time to time, it seemed that this little girl had more life experience than him, and her previous life seemed to be learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, how to please men, in her opinion, she used to be more like a commodity in the window, without her own life.

She has lived for more than ten years, and there is nothing worth telling about the past, but after meeting He Jinghui, her life has changed dramatically, and her life has become different because of He Jinghui, so she must work hard to be with He Jinghui, no matter what the price is, she loves him like her own life, like breathing, and can't lose it.

When it was almost dark they came out of the valley and settled in a nearby village, where the environment was very simple, but the chief's house was very clean, and the patriarch was a very warm old man, and entertained them with vegetables grown at home and fish from the river.

The patriarch is a very talkative old man, telling them that this village has a history of more than 500 years, there is a spring in the village, the water quality is clear, there are many people over 100 years old in the village, it is to drink this water to be particularly good, He Jinghui They thought it was very interesting and followed the old man to find this spring, the bubbling spring water is very clear and transparent, each of them drank a handful with their hands, it was very cool and thirst-quenching, Wu Meier felt very comfortable after drinking this spring water.

And about the hour, the poisoning symptoms should have flare-up again, I don't know if this spring water has worked, but there was no attack for a while, Wu Meier felt that this water was very magical, so she asked Huang Li to take a lot of water jars back to make tea, everyone came to Wu Meier's room, her delicate tea tray has been placed on the table.

Although this room is very simple, but it is very clean, people are very comfortable, Wu Meier cooks tea by hand, it is the best white tea, a leaf stands like a small magnolia, the tea is fragrant, Wu Meier pours tea for everyone, the patriarch tastes Wu Meier's cooking tea and praises: "The old man has lived for more than 60 years, but the girl's tea cooking skills are one of the few masters I have ever seen......"

Wu Meier smiled modestly and said: "The patriarch praised it, I just like to fiddle with the tea ceremony, and I cook tea more often than others......" Wu Meier has always been graceful and generous, and she treats people and things with a sense of affinity, and it is easy to get people's favor.