The little girl said in a milky voice, Ran Jia was stunned when she heard it, and couldn't help laughing, her voice was delicate and even her laughter was more beautiful than others.

Floating across the courtyard into the ears of the man who was sitting under the eaves wiping the arrows, he paused with the movement of his hands, and his dark eyes looked at the courtyard wall made of loess. Since she came to Xiaomeng Village two years ago, he had never heard her laugh like this, and the two of them met with a layer of floral scarves.

His eyes are always full of sorrow, and he looks at you from a distance, and the occasional smile is only polite, not really happy.

Thinking of the rare delicacy at noon, the corners of his lips pulled a shallow arc, as if a chef said that food is the language of the cook, and many things can be tasted from it, such as mood, experience, personality, etc.

He didn't take it seriously when he heard it, but now that he thinks about it, it's true. The peasant family is not particular about eating, they can't eat meat once a year, and the pure meat taste of cooking and putting a little salt can make people extremely satisfied.

Even if someone else held the spoon, it conveyed the joy of seeing it, but this time the epiphany came a little late and tragically.

Ran Jia likes obedient and well-behaved children, and prefers to tease children to say funny fairy tales.

Smelling the country air, she had a shallow smile in her eyes, watching the children quietly holding branches to write and draw and play games.

She couldn't help but be a little distracted, and continued to hold on to the memories of the original owner.

Yun Ranjia is a child in the family, and her parents are the companions of Mrs. and Mother, and they have always loved her. She also has an elder brother above her, who also accompanied her wife into the Song Mansion, and married a second-class girl with a delicate appearance and a docile personality next to the old lady in the mansion.

It's just that the disaster spread widely, and one-tenth of the powerful people in the capital were affected, including the Yunfu and Song Mansions. The masters were sneaked back to their ancestral hometowns, and the subordinates with heads and faces had a place to run early, and the usually lively and prosperous mansion suddenly became deserted, empty, and seemed to be floating with the usual laughter and laughter.

The original owner will never forget the shoes, handkerchiefs, broken porcelain, and muddy flowers he saw when he was pressed away, and he couldn't forget the death of his parents buried under the sword, and he couldn't forget the blood sprayed by his brother in front of him, and the unwillingness to look at his sister-in-law and unweaned nephew.

She shuddered coldly, the original owner was too addicted to pain and self-pity, and was full of distress and sadness for Kyoto, and actually forgot about his sister-in-law and nephew!

No, my sister-in-law is the son of the Song Mansion, and her parents are both old people in the Song Mansion, and their family rarely follows the master back to their ancestral hometown. Before they left Beijing, her sister-in-law Pingyi also visited her and persuaded her not to be too tough, so that there could be hope for people to live.

The original owner was so angry that she said that she had bad intentions, is her brother gone, and she is going to take her nephew to remarry!

Pingyi was also angry, stuffed her with a bag of broken silver and left.

The original owner clenched his purse tightly and shrunk in the corner to bite the back of his hand and cry, grievances, distress, unwillingness, and despair filled his heart, maybe their aunt and nephew would never see each other again in their lives.

Ran Jia sighed lightly, as the tasker, she took over this body, so she had to take responsibility for living well for the original owner and fulfilling his wish. She vaguely knew that the completion of her own task was related to the final satisfaction of the original owner, so no matter what, she had to take the time to see if her sister-in-law and nephew were doing.

Meng Qigu bought the spices, Ran Jia held her patience, stood up with a smile and went to the kitchen with the children.

The grocery store at the entrance of the village sells a lot of things, and even if people only buy things once a year, they will stock up on a little of it. Scattered and really put together seven or eight of the spices that Ran Jia said, of course, Meng Qigu also went to the barefoot doctor at the end of the village to buy a few sun-dried herbs.

They put their things neatly in the kitchen, Ran Jia said hurriedly, and Meng Qigu continued to take charge and began to boil the fish soup.

These fish are wild, natural and pollution-free, just smear a layer of oil in the pan, fry yellow on both sides, pour water on water, throw some ginger, garlic and onions into it, boil and boil for a while. The soup is pale and delicious, pinch a pinch of salt, and everyone divides a bowl and sipes it while it's hot.

Fish in the river flooding, their own bad handling of the fishy smell is very strong, such fish is not too big, there are a lot of spines, unless the village really can't eat, will catch a few to cushion the stomach. Meng Qigu didn't feel distressed, she also scooped a bowl of goo and drank it, and said in surprise: "Hey, why don't you smell fishy at all?" It's weird that it's delicious. It's so easy to make soup, why doesn't anyone find out? ”

As she spoke, she drank it in a few sips, found a basin and filled it, and then continued it with a basket from the courtyard wall with her feet upside down.

"Thank you, auntie," An Xuning's deep voice came steadily.

"Haha, we want to thank you for taking care of our family, what are we calling it, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, right?"

An Xuning also responded with a smile: "Yes, my aunt's cooking skills are good, and I have a good mouth today." ”

"Then the aunt will send you braised fish later," Meng Qigu's face bloomed with a smile, thinking that Ran Jia said that the rest of the fish should be made into braised fish, so she made a promise first.

Ran Jia shook her head helplessly, her godmother is really warm-hearted, she and An Xuning are added to five points when someone else writes one point in their hearts, and when they are concerned, if they are neighbors, they are afraid that they will share a table to eat.

With soy sauce and brown sugar, as well as tender chives and garlic cloves and ginger, and two dried chili peppers to taste, all the remaining fish was made into a delicious braised soup, the soup was sticky and delicious, especially Ran Jia also steamed a pot of crystal white rice.

Stir-fry the beans again, soak the dried eggplant and add minced garlic to steam it, and then put soy sauce and vinegar to stir.

Before the meal was put on the table, Meng Qigu served one and sent it to An Xuning, and the two of them said a few words briefly.

The two of them ate happily around the wooden table, talking and laughing.

After resting for two days, Ran Jia's body was indeed fine, and Meng Qigu did not see the world again, but ordered her grandchildren to take turns to come to the door to accompany her.

After tasting delicious food from An Xuning, he had to hang the beaten things on the basket and hand them over every day.

Sometimes it was a piece of wild boar, sometimes it was a pile of processed sparrows, wild ducks, pheasants, hares, roe deer, fish, shrimps, mussels, yellow eels, loaches, but he brought everything he could eat.

Ran Jia didn't say no at first, but this time she did it smoothly, and she knew that An Xuning helped her on the one hand, and on the other hand, she treated her as a cook. But if he just eats and likes to eat, he will give it away for three days in a row, and even if he changes to other wild things later, he will eat it again every once in a while.

Ran Jia is too lazy to do it if she eats by herself, but now there is a diner who also automatically provides ingredients, and the three meals a day are quite hearty. She didn't eat much, and all the rest of her share was returned, and she was all paid for her own cooking, so she lost her anxiety at the beginning and had more peace of mind.

There are many times, and An Xuning has also sent a few things, almost filling up his appetite and throwing it away.

Of course, in addition to these, he also sent some seasonings that he knew, such as shiitake mushrooms, fungus, wild peppercorns, and wild peppercorns, and he would also add some wild fruits to Ran Jia every other day.

They got along like this without seeing each other, and they didn't know if they were avoiding each other, but they didn't say a word.

However, Meng Xinli picked up two loads of water and a load of firewood every day at dawn, put them at the gate of her courtyard and ran away. Meng Qigu is just enthusiastic about herself, and the cheap brother she picked up is also warm-hearted, Ran Jia can't help it, but Meng Qigu went to relatives, and she asked the babies to convey to Meng Xinli that she can be self-reliant for herself, but the effect is not significant.

Even though she deliberately left the bucket at home, water and firewood were still placed at the door the next day.

Yesterday, she went to sleep after eating and digesting the food, and deliberately got up early in the morning to listen to the movement in the door, and finally arrested Meng Xinli! She bent the corners of her lips and slammed the door open, facing a pair of Gu Tan's waveless black eyes, and a smile froze on her face.

Ran Jia's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes moved down to see his thick and powerful palms, carrying firewood in one hand and two brand-new large wooden barrels full of water in the other. Her little face was slightly solemn, and she lowered her head and asked softly, "An, Brother An, did you chop wood and carry water for me a few days ago?" ”

He hummed, put down the things in his hand, and said lightly: "I should provide you with water and firewood for cooking every day." ”

He said so, and Ran Jia couldn't refuse, but he felt that it was wrong to go on like this.

She didn't dare to look at his torch-like eyes, lowered her eyelids, gritted her teeth and plucked up the courage to say: "Brother An, I know that you are quite caring for me because of Brother Liuzi, but we are really not good to have too much contact with each other." In the future, you still don't have to bring me game, and you don't need to carry water and firewood.

I have the craft to survive, and I can take care of myself on my own. ”

An Xuning looked at the woman who only reached her chest, she was wearing a pink and white flower skirt, her hair was tied up high, revealing a long neck of the bright moon, which was even more dazzling than the fish belly on the horizon.

A strand of mischievous hair blows her pink cheeks with the breeze, her body is petite and delicate, and there is a faint fragrance of women in the air, which is easy for men to hold in the early morning.

He frowned slightly to suppress the unfamiliar restlessness on his body, and his voice was imperceptibly hoarse, "Carrying water and firewood is hard work, you can't do it, or is it not me who you were waiting for just now?" ”

In the last few words, Ran Jia heard the slightest hint of danger, she shook her head lightly and said, "There are many rights and wrongs in front of the widow's door, and I don't want to have anything to do with anyone." ”

Although she recognized Meng Qigu as her godmother, Ran Jia still wanted to go to see her sister-in-law and nephew as soon as possible, maybe she would not come back when she saw the original owner's master and a group of acquaintances.

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