Although it has begun to warm up and the weather is very good, the temperature is still below zero, and if you wear less, strong men can't stand it, let alone octogenarians?

Qin Yu wondered in his heart, on a cold day, beggars would not come out, how could there be an old man in the corner who was frozen? And judging from the old man's clothes, the old one was very clean, not like a beggar.

Murong Xue was a very kind little girl, and immediately ran to the old man's side and said urgently: "Grandpa, why are you here alone? Why don't you go home?"

The old man opened his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "I, I went to look for my son, but I couldn't find ...... no matter how I looked."

"It's too cold here, you're going to freeze to death, grandpa, come back to the store with me first." Murong Xue helped the old man up, but unexpectedly felt that the old man was so heavy.

"I'm sorry, I'm cold and hungry, I can't walk...... "The old man gurgled in his belly.

"What should I do then? I, I'll carry you, right?" Murong Xue was so kind that she actually had to carry it herself.

Qin Yu sighed, if in the original world, it is estimated that there are not many people who are willing to take care of it, after all, everyone is scared, Murong Xue's kindness is like a pearl, crystal clear without impurities.

"Don't move, if you don't move your back, you'll fall on the old man, I'll come. Qin Yu handed over the big bag to Murong Xue, picked up the old man and walked towards the sky with thin snow on his back, the moment he carried the old man, he also felt that the old man was so heavy, it stands to reason that the octogenarian is skinny and boneless, and he shouldn't say it so heavy.

An indiscernible smile rose at the corner of the old man's mouth, and then disappeared in an instant.

After a while, returning to Shiweitian, Murong De saw Qin Yu coming back with an old man on his back, and hurriedly asked what was going on, and after listening to what happened, he couldn't help but smile and rub Murong Xue's head.

"I'm not a kid anymore, don't touch my head. Murong Xue pursed her lips and complained, then turned to the old man and said, "Old man, I'll give you a hot bowl of chicken soup, and it won't be cold after drinking it." ”

It stands to reason that you should be grateful, right, but the old man actually said: "Little girl, I don't like chicken soup." ”

Murong Xue was stunned, blinked her eyes and asked, "Is the yam pumpkin porridge okay?"

You should be satisfied this time, right? Yams aren't cheap. Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head again: "I don't like to eat yams either." ”

Murong De and Qin Yu dropped their jaws, please, let's pick you up, why are you still picky?

"What about the red dates and sweet potato porridge?" Murong Xue said again.

"I don't like to eat sweet potatoes...... the old man continued to shake his head, what a picky eater.

"Where's the beef soup?"

"I have a bad stomach and I can't digest meat after eating it. And I was hungry but I didn't have much appetite. The old man touched his stomach and looked at Murong Xue pitifully.

Murong Xueden was stumped, his head was empty, and he didn't know what to do at all.

Murong De was a little angry, my daughter rescued you, why are you so embarrassed by her?

Looking at the old man and then at Murong Xue, Qin Yu suddenly stood up and touched Murong Xue's head: "Leave it to me, it'll be fine later." ”

Murong Xue covered her head and subconsciously pursed her lips, but for some reason she suddenly laughed again, really touching her head and killing.

"Okay?" the old man seemed to be in a hurry.

"It's not ...... yet" Murong De rolled his eyes, how could it be so fast?

"Aren't you alright?" After less than two minutes, the old man urged again.

"......" Murong De rolled his eyes directly.

Finally, Qin Yu walked out of the back kitchen with a wooden tray, although the lid was covered, the old man's nose was particularly sharp, his eyes glowed, he swallowed his saliva and said, "It's so fragrant!"

"Please use it. Qin Yu opened the lid, and the rich sweet smell gushed out with the white gas, even if he smelled it, it was refreshing.

Several people hurriedly looked into the bowl, and sure enough, it was porridge, but the red and white were particularly beautiful, the red particles were very small, and the divisions were very uniform, among which there were orange wolfberries floating, and the faint milky white food gas turned from divergence to condensation, rising a full three inches.

The audience was solemn, a bowl of porridge was actually made into a good product, which is too outrageous, right? Can't you make a delicious meal without food?

"What kind of porridge is it, how can it stimulate your appetite so much?" Murong De suppressed his shock and couldn't help but swallow.

Murong Fu also rushed out when he smelled the fragrance, took a deep breath and praised: "It's so fragrant, I'm suddenly hungry!"

Murong Xue handed the spoon to the old man and said, "Do you taste it?"

The old man couldn't bear it anymore, his stomach growled, he swallowed saliva wildly, picked up the porcelain bowl, sniffed deeply, blew a few breaths, and couldn't wait to put it in his mouth.

The moment the warm rice porridge comes into contact with the taste buds, the salivary glands fall into an avalanche, as if there are countless elves jumping happily on the tongue, and the feeling is simply amazing.

The old man's appetite was aroused in an instant, and he grunted without stopping, as if he was reincarnated as a hungry ghost, and in a few moments he swept away the entire bowl of porridge, and even licked the bottom of the bowl and the porcelain spoon cleanly, and the three members of the Murong family and Qin Yu who were watching felt suddenly hungry.

With a long breath, the old man put down the bowl, but he was still immersed in the deliciousness, his body was no longer shaking, his stomach was no longer screaming, and his face was flushed with blood.

Murong Xue blinked, the old man was a picky eater, he couldn't digest well, he was hungry but he didn't have an appetite, how could he eat so much? What kind of porridge did Qin Yu make? Why was he able to conquer the difficult old man?

Qin Yu smiled: "How do you feel?"

"It's so delicious, it's so delicious, it's hawthorn, right?" the old man opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes suddenly became very bright.

"Hawthorn?" The three members of Murong De's family said in unison, all of them wondered, is there a hawthorn in the store?

"By the way, I just bought it!" Murong Xue finally reacted.

"That's right, it's hawthorn, hawthorn appetizes and helps digestion, don't you have no appetite and can't digest well, old man? Hawthorn is naturally the best choice. I cut the hawthorn into small cubes and put it in the porridge, plus the wolfberry nourishment, eat it in winter, not only to ward off the cold and nourish, but also to appetize and digest. ”

Qin Yu said slowly, and the three members of the Murong family nodded frequently when they heard this, and they felt that they had benefited a lot.

"Okay, good, good bowl of hawthorn wolfberry porridge, young man, thank you. The old man beckoned to Murong Xue and said, "Little girl, come here." ”

Murong Xue walked over, saw the old man take out a wooden card from his arms and stuffed it in her hand and said, "Thank you for saving me, this is a gift for you, it is good to bring it with you, and you will see you again." ”

After speaking, the old man got up and walked out, his rickety body was much taller, Murong Xue wanted to chase but was stopped by Qin Yu, Qin Yu shook his head and said, "Let him go." ”

Others may not be able to see it, but he thinks that the old man is probably not an ordinary person.

"But......" Murong Xue was worried that the old man would be frozen again.

Qin Yu touched Murong Xue's head and said with a smile: "Hurry up and practice your skills, and go to Ziwu Academy with me at the end of the month." ”

"Huh?" Murong Xue's eyes widened, and she instantly entered a state of cuteness, not knowing whether it was surprise or fear.

Murong De and Murong Fu had a sad look on their faces, Murong Xue's craftsmanship was far worse than Qin Yu's, could it really work?

(Official complaint: Really touch the head to kill, ask for collection.) ）

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