Ai Qiaoqiao chased out of the village in one breath to find her eldest uncle Ai Tiancheng.

The Qiu clan had long since left, and Ai Tiancheng was sitting on the side of the road with his head covered in blood, with mud all over his body, obviously he didn't know how many times he had fallen along the way just now.

"Uncle, let's go back." Ai Qiaoqiao leaned over and persuaded.

Many people in the village saw Ai Tiancheng and talked about it.

Ai Qiaoqiao didn't care about the strange gazes of others, and pulled the corner of Ai Tiancheng's clothes, "Uncle, aunt should have gone back, let's go home." ”

"Home ......" Ai Tiancheng muttered to himself, looking up at Ai Qiaoqiao sluggishly, "Do I still have a home?" ”

Ai Qiaoqiao's heart was sour, "Yes, as long as people are still there, everywhere is home." ”

As long as there is a family around you and someone you want to protect, no matter where you go, it will be home.

Ai Qiaoqiao stretched out his hand and pulled Ai Tiancheng up, "Uncle, you come with me." ”

Ai Tiancheng was pulled by Ai Qiaoqiao like a puppet who had lost his soul, and stumbled forward.

Ai Qiaoqiao did not take Ai Tiancheng back to the old Ai family compound, but directly took him back to her old mansion.

"Brother Night, do you have any wound medicine?" Ai Qiaoqiao begged Ye Liyan for trauma medicine.

Ye Liyu asked Tingfeng to find the wound medicine in the cabinet, and asked the two children to help Ai Qiaoqiao wrap Ai Tiancheng's head.

Before listening to the wind and rain, I often followed the night to go to the doctor, and I was very good at dealing with trauma.

"Please any of you to deliver a letter for me." Ai Qiaoqiao said to the two little boys, "You just said that I found the eldest uncle, but he was mentally disturbed and his head was seriously injured, so I took him to find the Night God Doctor." ”

Listening to the rain according to Ai Qiaoqiao's original words, Ma didn't even ask about her son's injury, only snorted.

Ai Qiaoqiao had already figured out Ma's thoughts.

She was afraid that the night doctor would ask her for a consultation, so she didn't dare to urge Ai Tiancheng to go home.

Ai Qiaoqiao didn't go back to the old Ai's compound, because of the previous commotion, the time for lunch had already been missed, so she asked Tingyu to stare at her eldest uncle, and she took Tingfeng to the kitchen.

After working for a long time, she fried a few home-cooked dishes.

She had stored a lot of autumn vegetables in the cave, so she could still eat eggplants and peppers that were long lost in the earth.

She first cut the potatoes and eggplant peppers into small pieces, sprinkled a little salt on the eggplant pieces, and marinated them for a while.

While she was preparing chopped green onions and minced garlic, she mixed a sauce and poured soy sauce, sugar, vinegar, a little salt, and some batter into a bowl.

After the oil in the pot boiled, she poured the potato pieces into it and fried them, and when the skin became hard and slightly burnt, she put them out to control the oil, and poured the eggplants into it to fry, and when they were still slightly charred, they came out of the pan to control the oil.

Ai Qiaoqiao poured out the oil in the pot again, leaving only a little oil, poured in chopped green onions and garlic, and stir-fried until fragrant.

Then pour in the chili peppers in turn, the prepared sauce, and add half a bowl of water.

Before the water boiled, she poured in the fried potato and eggplant cubes, stir-fried evenly, and finally reduced the juice on high heat.

Ai Tiancheng had a white cloth bandaged on his head and sat on the chair as if he had lost his soul.

Ai Qiaoqiao walked in with food.

The aroma of the food instantly diffused, and although Ai Tiancheng sat still, his stomach reacted faithfully.

"Gollum ......".

Ai Qiaoqiao put the tray on the table and put the dishes on the table in the same way.

"My father often said that even if there is a big event, you can't delay eating, uncle, eat."

She handed the chopsticks over.

Ai Tiancheng's eyes moved, he didn't want to take it, but Ai Qiaoqiao kept handing the chopsticks to him, and then he was about to pestle him.

He had to raise his hand and stiffly take the chopsticks.

"Try the three fresh dishes I made, as well as the stir-fried pork." Ai Qiaoqiao smiled and served Ai Tiancheng a meal.

The rice mixed with rhubarb rice has a viscosity and a rice aroma.

"Has my uncle ever eaten the three freshness that my father made before?" Ai Qiaoqiao took the initiative to find a word.

Ai Tiancheng still did not respond.

Ai Qiaoqiao took a piece of eggplant and put it in his bowl.

"My father's cooking is delicious, but unfortunately I didn't even learn half of his skills, he often said that this dish is exquisite, although it is not expensive in the eyes of everyone, but it is native, simple and ordinary, uncle, you taste this eggplant, it absorbs the most oil when stir-frying, my father said that it is because it has the tolerance of all rivers, can continue to absorb all things, and make yourself rich and full."

She picked up another piece of potato, "Potatoes are a good thing, my father said that it can be used as a vegetable and a meal, all kinds of troubles in life, it can be quickly resolved, and I can stand alone after eating it." ”

Ai Tiancheng's lips trembled.

He slowly picked up his chopsticks, stuffed the eggplant from the bowl into his mouth, and then ate another large bite of the potato.

Deep-fried vegetables have a layer of charred crisp on the surface, but they are tender and juicy on the inside.

"Uncle, try this again." Ai Qiaoqiao took a piece of chili pepper and sent it over.

The spicy taste spreads in the mouth.

"My dad said that chili pepper is a temper, and we usually have to allow ourselves to have a little temper, otherwise life is a pool of stagnant water, and there is no life at all."

Ai Qiaoqiao picked up the spoon as she spoke, and with a spoonful down, she scooped up a large spoonful of vegetables.

There were eggplants, potatoes and peppers, and the spoon was full of soup.

"Mix them together, and it's our happy little days, uncle, don't you say?"

She handed the spoon over and placed it in Ai Tiancheng's bowl.

The stubborn man had red eyes under Ai Qiaoqiao's eyelids.

"Qiaoqiao...... You have a good father...... I have a good brother...... It's a pity ......"

He couldn't go on with the rest of the story.

Ai Qiaoqiao knew what he meant: unfortunately, her father died too early.

Ai Tiancheng suddenly picked up the spoon and ate a large mouthful of food, "Qiaoqiao, do you have wine here?" ”

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled, "Yes, not only wine, but also good wine, it was brewed by a friend of the Night God Doctor, you wait, I'll bring you some." ”

Ai Qiaoqiao had never seen Ai Tiancheng drink.

If you cook good food at home, Mr. Ai will occasionally drink two cups, not to mention Ai Yonggui, and the regulars of the Red Mansion still don't know how to drink?

This is the first time she has seen Ai Tiancheng drinking.

After taking the wine, Ai Tiancheng drank it directly.

The liquor burned his throat, and he choked and coughed it out.

Ai Qiaoqiao sat across from him without saying a word, eating, as if she didn't see his embarrassment.

Ai Tiancheng drank four glasses in a row before stopping, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Uncle, eat vegetables." Ai Qiaoqiao pushed the plate towards him.

Ai Tiancheng looked at the fragrant dishes on the plate, covered his face and cried bitterly.

Ai Qiaoqiao never knew that a man could have so many tears.

The eight-foot man cried and talked confusedly, confused, disappointed, but more desperate.

He didn't know how he could satisfy his mother or keep his woman.

He didn't know, he didn't know, he didn't have a home, he didn't have anything......