The three most basic conditions for recuperation are a quiet and comfortable living environment or living environment, nutritious and abundant food, and effective drugs to properly suppress wounds.

Zhang Qilin looked at the iron box, with some change and a few wrinkled hundred-yuan bills, and was melancholy. The hero is strong, and he doesn't have a weapon to take advantage of, and his fists are difficult to block in all directions. It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

Maybe I can find a gig job to subsidize the family, so that I can add some meat to Wu Xie every day. Zhang Qilin thought so.

Wu Xie was cooking in the kitchen, and Yu Guang skimmed Zhang Qilin, looking at his contemplative appearance, he was in a good mood, and in three months, he would be able to go to Changbai Mountain to pick up Zhang Qiling. This time he must not be making him disappear from his presence.

"Wu Xie." Zhang Qilin shouted softly, interrupting Wu Xie's thoughts.

"Little brother, the meal will be ready soon, you are waiting." Wu Xie responded.

"I'll help you." Zhang Qilin stood behind Wu Xie with blank eyes but full of confidence, his sleeves tied with an apron, and he looked like he was going to fight.

Wu Xie looked at him as if he was a teacher and moved the crowd, and felt very funny, so he poofed and chuckled.

With a chuckle, the movements in his hands did not decrease, and after a few handsome stir-fry movements, a plate of simple green vegetables came out of the pot.

Zhang Qilin sniffed the delicious smell of vegetables in the air, took the plate with one hand, and there was a hint of melting on the face of the iceberg that had not changed for thousands of years.

"It's still the best food cooked by Wu Xie." Zhang Qilin said.

Wu Xie was a little surprised, it was the first time he heard a compliment from his mouth, but it was right, even if they were together before, the fat man's cooking skills were not as good as his own. Wu Xie was a little proud, and stretched out his hand to Zhang Qilin flutteringly.

Zhang Qilin understood, grabbed him, and the two of them walked back to their small room like a couple of old husbands and wives who had lived for a long time.

Zhang Qilin pushed the green vegetables in front of Wu Xie and looked at him with a serious face.

This kind of action made Wu Xie a little surprised, and he was a little nervous for a while, and sat up straight, and the two of them looked at each other.

"Wu Xie, there is only this money left in the family." Zhang Qilin pushed the iron box containing the money just now in front of Wu Xie and said.

Wu Xie didn't take the iron box, he thought about it for a while, and said, "My body is also fine, why don't I leave here tomorrow." ”

Zhang Qilin was stunned for a moment, hurriedly stood up and blocked the door, and said with some stumbling: "I don't mean that." ”

Wu Xie looked at his nervous appearance, and there was no hint of falsehood in his clear eyes.

"Tomorrow I'm looking for a job, trying to add a meat dish to you every day." Zhang Qilin said seriously.

Wu Xie was a little uncomfortable with the way the little brother spoke one sentence at a time, frowned slightly, and did not respond.

"Improve diet, housing." Zhang Qilin said.

"It's okay, it doesn't have to be so troublesome." Wu Xie changed as he spoke, and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his shirt.

The hideous wound had a brown scar, and although it was not completely healed, it was only a matter of time before it was healed, as long as it was not being attacked or injured at the moment. It's just a hundred days of broken muscles and bones, and Wu Xie has only recovered for more than ten days, and these days, he hasn't even bought a little minced meat. This is his dereliction of responsibility, whenever Zhang Qilin sees those scars on Wu Xie's body, which are large and small, deep and shallow, his heart will ache faintly.

"Would you believe in someone who has no past and no future?" Zhang Qilin asked seriously.