Time flies, noon the next day.

In a tall and sturdy wooden house, a sturdy young man with a slightly pale face lay quietly on the bed, his face was not bloody, and it was Pang Yuan who was unconscious, many places on his body were wrapped with white clean gauze, and some of the gauze strips seemed to be faintly flushed inside, obviously the injury was not light.

However, at this time, the weak and sleeping teenager's breathing was very steady, and it seemed that the injury had basically stabilized, and there would be no danger to his life.

And in front of the bed there is still an old rickety back, but it is the old man Pang in the family, at this time he is silently looking at the silent sleeping young man on the bed, a rough and wrinkled hand reached into the quilt, holding Pang Yuan's hand tightly, his face is not the usual laughter, anger and slickness, but full of seriousness, pain and a touch of sadness.

At this moment, the mild and brilliant sunlight quietly sprinkled into the room, silent, shining brightly, even the fine dust particles floating in the air are clearly visible under the sunlight, the room is warm, there is a faint fresh breath of grass and trees, the atmosphere in the house is quiet and peaceful, which makes people feel at ease.

At this time, the old man sat in front of Pang Yuan's bed, his eyes were slightly red, and while looking at the young man, he couldn't help but whisper silently:

"Pang Yuan, you stinky boy is stupid, don't you just go hunting in the forest and work so hard?! You won't sneak a shot behind others, and you can use your half-haired child to go up and work hard?!

"I worked so hard to pull you so hard, you almost lost your life on the first trip to go out for a group hunt, who should I reason with?!"

"I brought you back at that time, who knew that I would have to worry about it......"

Old man Pang sat there, muttering incessantly, but his voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was talking about some unknown secret, and the voice was not clear at all, and he didn't know what he was saying.

As if disturbed by the old man's muttering, the fingers of the young man who had been sleeping on the bed suddenly moved, very slightly, like a natural reflex of the body.

But the old man Pang, who had been holding Pang Yuan's hand tightly and staring at his situation at any time, keenly noticed the movement of his fingers.

He shook Pang Yuan's hand in surprise, shook it vigorously, and called carefully:

"Stinky boy, are you awake?!"

The eyelashes also began to move, trembling slightly, the old man's call seemed to have worked, and Pang Yuan, who was originally unconscious with his eyes closed, finally lifted his eyelids with great effort and slowly opened his eyes.

He woke up.

Pang Yuan opened his eyes and looked at the familiar roof and bed in front of him, smelled and felt the familiar smell, and understood that it was in his own home.

For a while, I had mixed feelings, my eyes and nose felt a little sour, and my tired soul seemed to have found a home at this time.

The familiar wooden house and quiet atmosphere in front of him made him miss and indulge in the test of life and death, and everything felt so warm.

And the old man in front of the bed began to babble about the scene when Pang Yuan and his team returned to the village and the exclamation and sensation they caused.

Speaking of the old village chief, after seeing the seriously injured after he passed, he hurriedly found the village doctor to treat Pang Yuan, who was seriously injured at that time, and sent him home with everyone.

When the old man said that he was informed by the neighbors in the village that Pang Yuan, who was out hunting, was seriously injured and sent back, and that he was anxious and rushed over without putting on his shoes, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and counted down Pang Yuan, who was sober in front of him:

"You kid went out hunting to find death?!You don't want to hide when you meet such a big wild boar, but you dare to rush up, there are so many experienced old hunters on the scene, you won't hide in the crowd and sneak attack! You usually forget all about your cleverness at a critical time! I still use me to teach you?!"

"You're in a hurry to die, do you want me to send you to the end of an old man?!"

Holding the old man and constantly counting down, if it was Pang Yuan in the past, he would definitely not be outdone and fight back, but now he has the rest of his life, and he only feels that these reproaches also carry a sense of nostalgia and warmth.

Pang Yuan just smiled faintly, quietly listening to the old man on the side venting his dissatisfaction and complaints.

It feels so good to be at home......

The old man's mouth was dry, and he saw that Pang Yuan had not listened all the time, and he had faithfully been a qualified listener, so he nodded with satisfaction.

A faint aroma of food suddenly wafted in the air, Pang Yuan couldn't help but sniff, and his stomach gurgled out of time, protesting against the invasion of hunger.

"Old man, what good things did you cook, and it tasted so good?"

Hearing Pang Yuan ask, as if he suddenly remembered something, Old Man Pang patted his head.

"This brain, forget it, and give you the chicken soup you boiled, the best old hen, cooked for several hours. Wait, I'll bring it over. ”

After saying that, he hurriedly stood up, and walked out of the wooden house to the other room, and after a while, he saw him walking into the house with a soup can, accompanied by an irrepressible thick aroma of chicken soup.

Pang Yuan couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, feeling even hungrier.

He supported his hands and struggled hard to sit up, but he felt that his whole body was involved in the wound, and he grinned in pain, and he couldn't use his strength at all.

Because he was afraid that his injuries would be in danger of getting worse, Pang Yuan did not dare to move at will.

The old man first put the jar of chicken soup firmly on the table in the room, then walked to the bedside, supported Pang Yuan's head with one hand, supported his waist with the other, carefully helped Pang Yuan to sit up, and put a pillow behind him to make him more comfortable.

opened the jar again, the aroma in the room became stronger, and the old man Pang took a bowl of chicken soup with a spoon, brought it to Pang Yuan, sat on the edge of the bed, blew it, and actually fed it to him personally.

Pang Yuan felt uncomfortable, a little embarrassed, and didn't open his mouth to pick it up.

The old man glared at him and said:

"What are you doing! You are now seriously wounded, you can't move, and if you get involved in the wound, you will be in trouble, and someone must take care of you. In a few days, when you are better, you can eat by yourself, and then let me feed the old man, and I will not accompany you!

Pang Yuan was helpless, so he could only obediently open his mouth wide and swallow a mouthful of thick soup mixed with loose chicken.

I have to say that this chicken soup is really cooked without words, the chicken soup is a milky white, with a thin layer of oil on it, dotted with a little coriander, the chicken soup is rich in aroma and mouth-watering.

The main ingredient is a domestic fat old hen, with wild mushrooms, ginger slices, ginseng whiskers and wolfberries, after vigorously boiling for a few hours, the chicken has been cooked to a thin scale, no need to chew at all, melt in the mouth, smooth and tender.

The soup is mellow and fragrant, and the effect is extremely nourishing, which is really delicious...

ps: I want to eat it all...