When Zhang Jinwen woke up again, it was already noon the next day. Outside the house, there were bursts of hearty laughter from my uncle, almost breaking her cabin.

Zhang Jinwen opened the door and was so shaken by the sun that she could barely open her eyes.

Uncle Shi heard the knock on the door and turned his head: "Jin'er, come here, haha, kowtow to your life-saving benefactor and thank you." ”

Yesterday's young man changed into a cyan straight shirt, wrapped his hair in a soft towel and tied it on the top of his head, and sat on a wooden bench playing against his uncle.

Zhang Jinwen walked over and thanked her: "Thank you Brother Yu for saving your life." ”

Uncle Shi laughed: "Ah, Zhou Dalang, you only met yesterday, Jin'er fainted, why is it so good that you call your name?" ”

Zhang Jinwen was stunned, looked at Uncle Shi, and then at Brother Yu, I don't know what kind of dumb riddle these two people are playing.

Brother Yu stood up, lowered his head slightly and looked at Zhang Jinwen and said, "My surname is Zhou, and my name is Ziyu. In front of strangers, I always say that my surname is Yu. It's not wrong for you to call me Brother Yu. ”

Zhang Jinwen raised her eyes to look at him and smiled slightly: "Brother Yu, thank you!" ”

Uncle Yuqing shook his head: "Jin'er, a thank you is not enough!" ”

Zhou Ziyu looked at the little brother he carried back, changed into a coarse cloth placket short suit, tied a small bun on the top of his head with fine and soft hair, inserted a short wooden hairpin, the wound on his forehead was tied with a cyan cloth strip, and there were a lot of broken hairs scattered on the back of his forehead and ears, lined with a small face with a big palm, his heart was soft, and he also smiled slightly: "You're welcome, I have to thank you for it." ”

Zhang Jin's eyes widened, waiting curiously for him to continue.

Zhou Ziyu said with a smile: "Little brother, it doesn't take much effort for me to carry you back." On the contrary, it was because I sent you back to Taiping Peak that I had the opportunity to meet Uncle Yuqing, otherwise, I would miss it with Uncle Yu again. ”

Zhang Jinwen turned her head to look at her uncle, her big eyes blinking, as if asking, is that so.

Uncle Yuqing laughed: "Zhou Dalang, you are a sweet-mouthed person, even such a young child is happy." He said to Zhang Jin'er again: "Jin'er, you see, it's a good thing that you are injured." ”

Zhang Jinwen pointed to the wound on her forehead: "Uncle Yuqing, am I already well here?" It doesn't seem to hurt much anymore. ”

Uncle Yuqing pointed at Zhou Ziyu and said, "Hurry up and ask Zhou Dalang to blow it for you, his mouth is so sweet, blowing his breath, maybe the scar won't be left, haha." ”

The little girl's family must be afraid of pain, I heard that there will be no scars, and the beauty-loving nature has been hooked again.

Zhang Jinwen bit her lip and looked at Zhou Ziyu with blank eyes.

Zhou Ziyu really came over and looked at the top of Zhang Jinyu's head, gesturing to blow. Seeing Zhang Jin's shrunk head and shrug her shoulders, her eyes half-squinted and waiting, her long eyelashes flashing, she blew lightly on the wound.

Uncle Yuqing laughed again: "Jin'er, okay?" Doesn't it hurt at all? ”

Zhang Jinwen touched the wound lightly and hummed like a mosquito: "Hmm." She looked down at the jade pendant on Zhou Ziyu's waist, and said softly: "Uncle Yuqing, Brother Yu, you can continue to play chess, and I'll go see if Aunt Zhang has cooked well." ”

"Okay, you can go quickly." Uncle Yuqing pulled Zhou Ziyu to sit down: "Come on, come on, let's go on, I can tell you, no matter how good what you say, I won't let you." ”

Zhou Ziyu smiled: "The younger generation's chess skills are not as good as the first or second uncle, and they can't catch up with it if they learn for a few years. ”

Zhang Jinwen walked slowly to the kitchen, feeling that the sun was dazzling, and her feet were still fluttering.

Aunt Zhang was putting the vegetable bowl in the big tray, and she was very happy to see Zhang Jin'er: "Jin'er is awake, does the wound still hurt?" ”

Zhang Jinwen smiled: "It doesn't hurt anymore, Aunt Zhang, I'll help you take it out." ”

Aunt Zhang refused: "You still have injuries on your body, where is the strength, I'll just come." ”

Zhang Jinwen followed out and arranged the dishes and chopsticks obediently.

Aunt Zhang brought the dishes to the table, scooped a bowl of soup and put it in front of Zhang Jinwen: "Jin'er, you smell it, how fragrant it is." I'm going to call Uncle Shi and Gongzi Zhou to dinner, you wait. ”

Zhang Jinwen sat down, took a deep breath above the soup bowl, a familiar smell rushed straight to the skull, she closed her eyes, inhaled the fragrance again and again, as if she heard the master asking again, "Jin'er, what kind of smell is this?" What does it do? ”

Sure enough, Uncle Yuqing asked loudly from afar, "Jin'er, what do you smell?" Any idea what it is? ”

Zhang Jinwen opened her eyes, and her eyes were red: "It's matsutake mushroom, which can strengthen the heart and blood, and nourish the stomach and qi." ”

Uncle Yuqing praised her loudly: "Yes, your master really teaches his apprentices well." ”

Zhou Ziyu sat at the table, smelling the fragrance and admiring: "There are really treasures on Taiping Peak." ”

Aunt Zhang smiled and scooped the ingredients in the soup pot into the big bowl, sure enough, it was matsutake mushrooms, short and fat, piled up most of the bowls, and fished out a wild pheasant, stewed crispy and rotten, and the meat was dissolved in the soup.

Uncle Yuqing couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and take a big sip, so fragrant that he clicked his lips: "Tsk, it's delicious, it's fragrant!" Aunt Zhang, your craftsmanship is good. ”

Aunt Zhang smiled and narrowed her eyes: "The ingredients you found are good, and they are delicious no matter how you cook them." ”

Uncle Yuqing corrected: "No, no matter how good the ingredients are, they can be made by people, how many times I have eaten matsutake mushrooms, it belongs to you who do it well." ”

Zhou Ziyu stretched out his chopsticks and put the matsutake mushroom in Zhang Jinyu's bowl: "Little brother, eat more, the fog on the top of the mountain is heavy in the morning and evening, the wind is cold, you are always so thin, you will not be able to stand it." ”

These caring words are so similar to Master's tone, Zhang Jinwen's eyes are red again, she can't wait to see Master immediately, throw herself into Master's arms and cry happily.

It's a pity that Master didn't return to the mountain until three months later. She sniffed, trying to hold back the tears.

Zhou Ziyu was stunned: "Little brother, I don't mean anything else, three years old looks big and seven years old looks old, you don't get into the habit of eating more now, if you are so thin after the age of ten, it will be difficult to be strong no matter how much you eat in the future." ”

Uncle Yuqing put down the bowl: "Zhou Dalang, how old do you think Jin'er is?" ”

Zhou Ziyu: "Nine years old? ”

Uncle Yuqing: "Guess a little harder." ”

Zhou Ziyu: "Little brother, are you eleven years old?" ”

Uncle Yuqing laughed: "Jin'er, your master asks you to memorize those prescriptions all day long, I'll just say it's too brainy, the children's family just don't grow up when they think about things all day long." Your master is raising you as a lingzhi. ”

Zhou Ziyu: "Could it be that you are twelve years old?" ”

Uncle Yuqing laughed again: "The first time I saw Jin'er, she said that she was eight years old, and it has been four years, and you have guessed it several times and still haven't guessed it, hahaha." ”

Zhang Jinwen secretly rolled her eyes, her sadness was washed away by these two people!