Chapter 1300: Distressed to Death (2)
Qin Jian remembered that Uncle Fu looked at the snake's wine, and he looked like he had seen a ghost, and he also smiled.
Then a touch of distress flashed in my heart.
At that time, Uncle Fu asked An Yin how he knew how to make wine with snakes.
An Yin said that his uncle likes to use snakes to make wine, but his uncle is afraid of the fake wine bought outside, so he buys snakes and comes back to make it himself.
However, he felt that the snake was disgusting and was afraid of being bitten by the snake, so he asked Anyin, who was only three years old, to use a clip to hold the snake and stuff it into the bottle.
Therefore, An Yin learned to make medicinal wine at the age of three.
Qin Jian's indescribable disgust for the Xia family when he went to soak in snake wine together, and he became more and more distressed about An Yin.
Qin Jian has always talked little, and he usually always looks cold, An Yin has known him for so long, he has never chatted so casually, plus she has just saved a child, and she is in a good mood, but seeing Qin Jian's face suddenly turned cold, he didn't know where he wanted to go, so he changed the topic, "What were you doing when you were three years old?" ”
"Three-year-old...... Feed the chickens and ducklings at the Xuanmen. ”
"Have you fed chickens and ducklings?" An Yin's eyes widened in surprise, she couldn't imagine that this cold-faced overlord would do such a caring thing.
"At that time, Rong Xun and I had just entered the Xuanmen, and the master said that I was fat and had to lose weight, so he didn't give me meat. Lie to me, the chickens and ducklings are too small to eat, so there is no meat to eat. ”
"So I thought, if I raise chickens and ducklings, I can have meat to eat."
"Did you raise that?" I only feed him for the sake of meat, and I really can't think of him as good.
Qin Jian shook his head, "In order to eat meat early, I wanted them to grow up quickly, so I stole other people's corn to feed them and killed them." ”
Anyin, "......"
Qin Jian's expression darkened, he was taken away from his mother when he was born, the old man was very strict with him, and he didn't even see his mother a few times throughout the year.
Living in such an environment, there is really nothing to say, so he never mentioned anything about his childhood.
But at this time, when the things of my childhood were said so casually, there was a different kind of heart-warming feeling.
An Yin looked at his eyes, and his bottom eyes were deep with a touch of softness that he had never had before, and couldn't help asking, "What happened later?" ”
"Later, people came to the door and said that I had stolen corn, and my master beat me severely."
"Old man Rong?"
"Hmm."
In An Yin's mind, Qin Jian was always cold and hard, but he didn't expect him to have such a side, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.
With Qin Jian's help, the dishes were made much faster.
An hour and a half later, in addition to the meals cooked for them in the kitchen, Baicaotang added a dish of lily yam and barley pigeon, a fried pork slice with water chestnut and cloud fungus, a sweet and sour lotus seed root, and a pot of barley and poria cocos pumpkin porridge.
Xiang Shaolong Mingjie Qin Jian and An Yin sat at the table, and Xiang Shaolong looked at the several dishes made by An Yin, all of which were dishes suitable for summer purification.
Xiang Shaolong picked up the chopsticks, tasted every dish, all of them were delicious, and suddenly half-squinted his eyes pleasantly, and looked at An Yin a little more pleasing to the eye.
Ding Hong's son is here, she won't leave, and when she saw others eating, she hurriedly avoided it.
Mingjie looked at Ding Hong, "Come and eat together." ”
"No need." Ding Hong looked at the people at that table, and his heart was mixed.
Guilty, grateful, but also a piercing pain.
An Yin filled Xiang Shaolong with soup, "Your son has to take care of it yourself, if you don't fill your stomach and replenish your physical strength, how can you take care of your son." ”