Chapter Eighty-Three: Trauma Medicine

Stir-frying is something that requires concentration.

If you are not careful, the spices will be easy to mush.

Then a pot of soup was ruined.

Li Meng prepared a pen and paper early, and when the fragrance of the ingredients was overflowing, he poured in the steaming thick bone broth when the fire was on the fire.

Throw away the green onions, change to low heat and slowly boil.

It's just that Li Meng's plan is good, but after someone finishes it, he will stand aside and be one

"You're ......"

Li Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"It's fine."

What is a dead duck with a hard beak.

Now it is.

Chu Jingyuan didn't want to care about these details, but he couldn't stand the hunger in his stomach, and it was this woman who kept feeding him too well, which caused him to be unable to bear this little hunger.

"Brother-in-law is hungry."

Fortunately, Li Wan broke the siege.

Chu Jingyuan glanced at her approvingly, who knew that the other party had already lowered his head to look at Gu Huo, where did he have time to pay attention to his appreciation.

"Hungry?"

Who let him skip breakfast?

"Let's finish the soup first."

Li Meng turned his hand and scooped a bowl of bone broth for him, "You pad your stomach first, and I'll call you later." ”

The implication is that you don't get in the way here.

Chu Jingyuan took it expressionlessly.

The thick white soup irritated the throat, especially with a little meat foam floating on it, and the stew was soft, and the stomach screamed unwillingly.

It's not in the way here, and I went out with bone broth.

Drink it all.

The warm soup instantly warms the stomach.

Fang Cai's irritability is gone.

This woman really doesn't know what to put in the cooking, and if she doesn't eat it for a day, she feels that something is wrong.

Chu Jingyuan flicked his sleeves.

The bowl was placed on the stone table in the courtyard.

glanced back at the two women who were busy in the kitchen, and quietly walked out of the yard.

"Hey, Brother Chu."

Chu Jingyuan had just left the courtyard gate, because his legs and feet were still a little unstable, so he didn't walk very fast.

"It's you."

Chu Jingyuan glanced at the girl who was walking towards him.

The cheeks are slightly red, and the eyes are full of spring love.

"Brother Chu, I saw you walking badly last time, and I heard that you were injured, so I finally saw you come out today, give ...... You try this, I've heard that it's good to have external injuries. Zhang Qinyang finally mustered up the courage and took out the tight things hidden in the cuffs, and said expectantly.

Her mother seems to have heard that Brother Chu is not an ordinary person from a small family, he is the Marquis of Jiangling......

Now the mother's attitude has also softened a lot.

Seeing the two talking, they didn't pay too much attention, and closed one eye.

How could such a character come to a small county like Feiyun County.

"Not necessarily."

Chu Jingyuan looked at the injury in his hand, it was an ordinary wound ointment, the effect was ordinary, and it was useless.

"But this is what I deliberately learned from ......"

Zhang Qinyang's heart was pounding, and she felt that she couldn't speak.

The other party didn't react for a long time, and finally looked up, and saw that the other party had already gone back to the house.

"Brother Chu, don't get me wrong, I just care about your injury, and I don't mean anything else......"

Zhang Qinyang knew that he had become a relative, and he didn't look down on a country woman like her, but his mother said that in the future, his brother would become a lifter and gain fame, and their family would not be an ordinary peasant woman in the countryside.

"No, you don't."

Chu Jingyuan didn't move his brows, just waved his hand and turned back to the courtyard.

Chu Jingyuan has never had any thoughts about women, and he is even less interested in such low-level women, but ......