I don't know if it's because of the opening of the top blind box, Ji Yuejiao feels that her five senses are much sharper than usual, and she can hear the small movements that she can't usually hear clearly.

Ji Yuejiao sighed lightly, tiptoed into the house, the young man on the bed was still tightly closed, his brows were tightly locked, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked very painful, Ji Yuejiao stood on tiptoe by the bed and tried the young man's forehead, and it was really amazingly hot.

Ji Changhe followed up, and when he saw the appearance of his little daughter, he couldn't help but ask what was wrong. Ji Yuejiao pointed to the young man on the bed, "I have a fever." Ji Changhe stretched out his hand to probe and knew that what Ji Yuejiao said was true, this child was so seriously injured, and it was not unusual for him to have a fever. But I don't even have much water to drink, and I don't have a cold water to cool down the boy, so I can't use the astringent seawater.

Saving people is important, Ji Yuejiao can't care about avoiding people to feed the young man medicine, she quietly touched the antibiotic given to her by 053 from the pocket of her coat, and forcefully pulled off the pill and handed it to Ji Changhe, after all, it was still a little too unbelievable to take out the tablets.

"Dad, give him this."

Ji Changhe looked at the white pieces in Ji Yuejiao's palm, and his heart was full of doubts.

"What is this?"

"I don't know, the old fairy said that eating it can save him." Ji Yue carried out the silly white sweet to the end, and when she encountered any problems that could not be explained, she directly pushed them to the old fairy who had nothing to keep safe.

Hearing Ji Yuejiao say this, Ji Changhe didn't continue to ask, helped the boy up, pinched his mouth and stuffed the medicine in, Ji Yuhua took some water, Ji Changhe poured it into the boy together, and put the boy lying down.

"And this!" Ji Yuejiao took out a crystal clear small bottle from her pocket, there were too many things that happened this night, Ji Yuejiao didn't have time to look at the trauma medicine 053 gave her, and after taking it out, she found out that the vial containing the trauma medicine turned out to be a crystal clear glass bottle, not to mention anything else, this exquisite appearance is also worth ten happiness points.

Ji Yuhua was also stunned, the bottle in Xiao Gillian's hand was really good-looking. Ji Changhe was obviously much calmer, but Ji Yuejiao didn't know the monstrous waves in his heart, the bottle in Xiao Gillian's hand had no impurities, and even the top crystal he had ever seen back then couldn't compare, if such a good thing was taken outside, I don't know how many people would be sought after.

Although Ji Yuejiao inherited the memory of the original body, the original little Gillian was only six years old after all, and she had no concept of many things, because Ji Yuejiao didn't know what kind of precious object the small medicine bottle she took out lightly was in the eyes of others.

"This is trauma medicine, Dad, you can put it on him."

The young man is good-looking and has a good figure, he looks like a practitioner, Ji Yuejiao wants to take advantage of the medicine for him, but she is afraid that the Wang family will nag her, so she still handed over this important task to Ji Changhe.

Although he knew that his daughter was blessed with an old immortal, but the little daughter took out the good things one by one, Ji Changhe still felt that his fragile little heart couldn't stand it.

Ji Yuejiao doesn't care if her father is surprised or not, it's almost dawn, and she wants to eat roasted yams!

Wang took Ji Yuening to clean up the yams brought back in the kitchen, although the seawater prepared at home could not be drunk or washed clothes, but it was still okay to wash the soil outside the yams. Because Ji Yuejiao said that they couldn't touch the white side with their hands, both of them carefully avoided it.

"Little Gillian, how are you going to eat this yam?"

When she became an adult, Ji Yuejiao moved out of the house of her scumbag parents, relying on the "cultivation" of her scumbag parents and the developed short video culture, she can cook a lot of meals. This kind of pure natural and pollution-free wild yam on Weizi Mountain should be delicious even if it is sliced and boiled into soup, but the water resources at home are tight, and Ji Yuejiao is ready to roast half and steam half.

Ji Yuejiao used seawater to wet a dry leaf of the big oak tree, and there were many trees called big oak trees growing around Weizi Mountain, this tree did not bear fruit, but the leaves were big and soft, like a miniature version of the lotus leaf. After the drought, there was no water or nutrients on the periphery of Weizi Mountain, the trees died, and the leaves fell all over the ground.

After the leaves of the tree were wet by the seawater, they quickly returned to their soft state, and Ji Yuejiao wrapped the yam in it and threw it into the pot. If you don't wrap something outside, the high temperature will soon bake the yam, and the conditions are limited, where can the straw paper at home stop Ji Yuejiao from being so huo, she can only use local materials to wrap the yam with leaves. Seeing this, Ji Yuening and Wang also did the same, wrapped several sticks and sent them into the pot.

Ji Yuejiao patted the ashes on her hands, "Okay, the second sister will burn the fire and boil the seawater in the pot." "It's not that Ji Yuejiao takes Qiao, but she really doesn't use the big grass pot of the Ji family, and the original body is also the master who has never entered the kitchen, Ji Yuejiao is afraid that if she burns the fire, the family will not be able to eat yams tomorrow.

Ji Yuejiao was reluctant to use fresh water that could be drunk, but she was generous when she used seawater. The yam is not peeled and steamed, and it is difficult for the sea water to penetrate into the yam even if it has some salty gas. Black cats and white cats, those who catch mice are good cats, seawater and fresh water, and those who can steam yams are good water.

According to Ji Yuejiao's words, Wang put the yam in the steaming drawer and placed it in the iron pot. Ji Yuening lit a fire, dry firewood lit a fire, and the sound of crackling kept coming from the pot. The three of them sat around the stove, Wang reached out to wipe the sweat beads on Ji Yuening and Ji Yuejiao's foreheads, and asked gently, "Are you tired?" ”

Ji Yuening shook her head, Ji Yuejiao leaned her head on Wang's shoulder, and said coquettishly: "I'm not tired when I'm with my mother and second sister." Wang shaved Ji Yuejiao's nose, "It's sweet in your mouth." ”

Within a quarter of an hour, the water in the pot boiled, Ji Yuejiao looked at the big iron pot that kept gurgling, and there was an idea in her mind that flashed but she couldn't catch it.

"Mother, the roasted yam can be eaten."

Wang took out the yam in the pot, and the leaves of the big oak tree wrapped outside had been burned black, Ji Yuening was not afraid of being hot, and took the lead in picking up one, and the yam inside was still intact. Ji Yuening gently tore the skin of the yam, and the snow-white flesh was exposed, and the unique fragrance of the yam spread.

"Little Gillian, you eat first." Ji Yuening pushed the yam to Ji Yuejiao. Ji Yuejiao shook her head, "There are many more, the second sister eats with her mother, and I will call my father and second brother." ”

Before Ji Yuejiao walked to the kitchen door, Ji Yuhua walked in, and Ji Yuejiao just wanted to laugh at him for his dog's nose, when she heard Ji Yuhua say: "The little thief woke up, and my father talked to him." Oops, what's so smelly? It can't be the stick, right? ”

Ji Yuejiao didn't bother to correct Ji Yuhua's title, and walked straight into the house, where the young man was sitting on the bed talking to his father.

"My name is ...... Zhou Jue, uncle can call me Ah Jue. Xu was still feverish, and the young man's voice was still a little low and hoarse. He looked good enough when he was asleep, but when he was awake, a pair of eyes added a lot to his appearance.

Noticing Ji Yuejiao coming in, the young man stopped talking, and Ji Yuhua picked up Ji Yuejiao, "This is my youngest daughter, the children of the farming family are not polite, the little boy is not strange." ”

Although Ji Changhe said this, he was very proud with Ji Yuejiao's expression.

Ji Yuejiao stared at the young man on the bed, and couldn't help but think of the sentence "Jue, the name of Meiyu". It's a name that really matches him.

The scent of yam wafted down the kitchen to the house, and Ji Yuejiao's stomach screamed out of place.

It's dawn.