Oh, yes!

Chen Anxia is right, they are relatives, if everything was before, she not only did the surface, but also did the inside by the way.

Maybe this plaster prescription, even if she doesn't ask for it, Chen Anxia will send it to her.

But who would have thought that an inconspicuous little girl would now be developed.

If she had to do it all over again, she believed she would still do it the way she had done before, and now she ......

Looking down at the plaster that was still warm in the iron pot, Qian clenched his fists and strode towards the front yard.

Back in the house, after Chen Anxia took out the plaster prescription and gave it to Qian, she went back to the house to sleep after a tired day. It was too hot, so she took a basin of cold water, soaked a towel, closed the door, wiped her body, and then lay down on the kang.

She was probably too sleepy, and as soon as she lay down, she fell asleep.

When I fell asleep, I didn't feel the heat, and I slept until dawn.

At dawn, when she went out, Chen Yuanlu had already pulled a cart to sell plasters, and only Chen Jinglin and Chen Jingyun were left at home.

"Second sister, the food is in the pot, it is estimated that it is cold, you can eat it hot."

As soon as he walked into the house, Chen Jinglin looked up at Chen Anxia and spoke.

After speaking, he lowered his head and immersed himself in a book of stories.

He followed her to Lianghegou to dig out this book, and after telling Ji Qingyun, he took it back and read it. Although he still can't finish a small part of the words on it, he is fascinated by it.

Chen Anxia glanced at him lightly, walked to the stove, and lifted the lid.

There is a bowl of porridge, a multigrain steamed bun, and a boiled egg in the pot.

I reached out and touched it, and it wasn't hot.

But this season, what kind of hot rice to eat.

Chen Anxia washed his face, rinsed his mouth, and slowly finished his meal one bite at a time.

After eating, she had nothing to do, so she found a clean piece of paper and a charcoal pen to write and draw.

She drew nothing else, but a whole set of tools that could be used for surgery. She's had a lot of surgeries, so she can remember what all the tools look like.

After drawing a tool, Chen Anxia marked the places to pay attention to.

Lin Lin always painted all morning, counted, she painted more than 20 pieces. She painted both the commonly used and the not-commonly used.

There are other things that are basically not needed, and Chen Anxia did not waste that time.

Without the help of instruments, these tools are sufficient.

After the painting was completed, Chen Anxia planned to go to Sanqin tomorrow.

"Second sister, what are we going to eat at noon?"

Chen Anxia put away the drawings she had drawn, and just stretched her waist, Chen Jinglin, who had been sitting next to her all morning, suddenly asked.

Hearing him ask, Chen Anxia was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked out of the door.

Sure enough, it was noon.

It is estimated that Chen Yuanlu, Meng Shi, and Chen Jingyun will also be back soon.

"How about we make jajanjangmyeon today?"

In weather like this, you should have a bowl of jajangmyeon.

It just so happened that she went to the thatched house before, passed by the vegetable garden in the backyard, and saw that the gherkins planted by the Qian family were already edible.

Fried noodles.

As soon as he heard Chen Anxia say this, Chen Jinglin snorted greedily.

Seeing him like this, a sly smile immediately appeared on Chen Anxia's face, and his eyes looked at him directly, asking, "How is it?" Do you want to eat jajangmyeon? ”

I want to eat!

Chen Jinglin had a smile on his face, looked at Chen Anxia defenselessly, and nodded like garlic.

Fried noodles, he's only heard people say it before, and he hasn't eaten it yet.

[Recommend the new book "Embroidered in the Countryside: Han in the Mountains, Little Jiao Niang"]