Zhao Xiaoli walked up to Huang Wenhui and said softly. "Can you let my aunt take a look?"

In fact, at the beginning, she noticed that Huang Wenhui had a bag on her head.

But the hostility in the child's eyes was so strong that she did not dare to come near.

It's not that I'm afraid of hurting myself, but I'm worried that my child will get hurt.

Huang Wenhui didn't agree, but she didn't refuse, and sat there silently.

Zhao Xiaoli smiled and took the initiative to check it for her. "This lump must have been bumped for a short time, more than three hours."

Huang Wenhui felt that this doctor was really divine, and he could see it at any time.

Gu Mai waited for an opportunity to reveal the news to his mother. "More than three hours ago, Huang Wenhui should have been at home, right? Was this bag knocked at home? ”

Huang Wenhui didn't squeak, with a look of grievance that dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak. “……”

Zhao Xiaoli asked Huang Daxing. "Did the child knock it at home?"

In fact, she is just a sentence of concern, and there is no suspicion at all.

After all, Huang Wenhui is Huang Daxing's biological daughter, who would have thought that his father would be able to attack his child?

But Huang Daxing was so weak that he stammered and answered. "Oh...... In the morning, when she got up, she accidentally bumped into it! ”

Gu Mai sneered. "Where did this hit? Hit it so hard? ”

With that, she wiped the door frame again, and her fingers were immediately stained with blood. "Did you hit the door frame? There's blood here. ”

Huang Daxing was visibly flustered. "No, how can a child run so his own. The blood was the blood that was stained when the chicken was killed, and it was the blood of the chicken. ”

Gu Mai asked hurriedly. "Did you kill a chicken at home? Do we eat chicken at noon? What about the chicken feathers, do you keep them? ”

Huang Daxing's face turned on his face again and stuttered again. "I killed chickens for other people's families, and today at noon we eat pork, not chicken!"

"Oh......" Gu Mai smiled innocently. Uncle Daxing is really good, he especially likes to help others, and he helps others kill chickens when he gets up in the morning. ”

Gu Mingkun sneered on the side and patted Huang Daxing's shoulder. "Brother, I really want to learn from you about this. I'm a person...... I don't like to meddle in other people's affairs. Killing chickens, I think it's a simple life skill, you can kill if you want to eat, let me help kill it, I can't! ”

Huang Daxing smiled awkwardly. "It's an old lady begging me for help!"

"Oh......" Gu Mingkun nodded.

Zhao Xiaoli took out a handful of mint grass from her pocket, found their rolling pin, mashed the mint grass, and applied it directly to the swollen bag on Huang Wenhui's forehead. "It's so swollen that you have to apply some anti-inflammatory drugs, this one is cold, and it will be very comfortable to apply. There's still some herbs here, and when the water is gone, you can pound it and continue to apply it. In two or three days, it should go down. ”

Huang Wenhui didn't speak, thinking in her heart that yes, this medicine is cold, and it is quite strong. "Thank you."

Zhao Xiaoli smiled. "You're welcome!"

Gu Mai was very depressed on the side, this Huang Daxing is really powerful enough, he can make up so much blindly.

Gu Mai called Zhao Xiaoli aside and stretched out her little hand to let her see the blood stains on it. "Mother, look, is this chicken blood? I think it's human blood. ”

Zhao Xiaoli shook her head. "Don't mind other people's business."

Gu Mai knew it, and her mother knew it.

……

Soon, lunch was served, and the dish was quite hard.

There are stir-fried garlic sprouts with meat, stir-fried meat with chili, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a pot of pork stewed vermicelli! I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{e?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~

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