Linghu Po burped very satisfied, picked up the water bladder and poured some water into his mouth, and then wiped his greasy mouth with the back of his hand, showing a rare smile.

This is the first full meal since time traveling, although only some coarse salt is put in, the taste is not good, but it can fill the stomach, there is oil and water, it is lucky enough.

He got up and kicked out the bonfire with his feet, poured water on it, then put a bamboo basket on his back, hung a hunting knife around his waist, and held a large iron bow in his hand, and strode back.

When he was full, he had strength, and when he was young, he walked like a fly, and by the way, he also picked a lot of wild mountain fruits and mountain mushrooms, and stuffed them into the bamboo basket.

When it was dark, he had already entered the stone kiln village, and his mood began to get excited, and he almost trotted to the front of his small courtyard.

The courtyard door had long since been closed, but there was a faint light of a butter lamp inside.

This shows that she is not leaving.

Linghu Po's heart was ecstatic, and he began to knock on the door, "Xiu'er, open the door!" It's me back... Xiu'er..."

Soon, there was a rush of footsteps in the courtyard.

The corners of Ling Hupo's mouth showed a bright smile, and various hallucinations involuntarily appeared in his mind.

When she saw that I had returned with a full load, she couldn't help but cry with joy, and since then she has forgiven me and never run away from home again.

"Squeak...", and the courtyard door was opened.

stretched out a face as cold as ice, making Linghu Po suddenly fall into the ice cave, and he felt cold.

It's hot face on cold ass again.

Maybe it was because it was dark, she didn't see clearly, but our back basket was heavy.

Linghu Po is comforting himself.

In fact, Xiuniang didn't even look at it, because she didn't expect that he would be able to go home with a basket of prey?!

She didn't say a word, turned and walked back.

Linghu Po had no choice but to close the courtyard door, silently follow her, and walk to the kitchen.

Under the light of the butter lamp, a clay bowl, two broken earth pots, and two pairs of bamboo chopsticks have been neatly placed on the wooden table.

There are still three corn nests in the earthen bowl.

Apparently, she didn't eat it herself first and waited for him.

"Let's eat."

She threw out a sentence coldly, sat down sideways and prepared to eat, and gave Ling Hupo the back of his head.

She didn't leave today, not because she had any illusions about him, but because she suddenly remembered that she still had some unfinished business that she had to deal with before she could leave with peace of mind.

Of course, Ling Hupo didn't know why she didn't leave, but when she saw Xiuniang at home, she had been enduring hunger, waiting for him silently, and her heart was warm.

As for the rest, he didn't care.

He put down the basket and said happily:

"Xiu'er, let's not eat Wowotou for dinner, there is meat and fresh mushrooms, these three hares, tomorrow we will go to the king butcher for some money, and we will keep the two chickens for ourselves and eat them slowly."

He seems to be in charge, a brain, and very skillfully arranged.

After Xiuniang looked back, she was shocked, her eyes suddenly turned red, her nose was sour, and her tears couldn't stop falling, and she immediately wet her placket.

Is this gambler drunkard really repentant, or is it just a temporary convulsion?

But the many hares and pheasants in front of you are by no means illusory.

"You hunted it all?" She wiped the tears from her face and asked uneasily.

However, the tone of the voice is no longer the cold one before, but with a bit of heat and joy.

"Of course, who else? Oh... It's half a roast pheasant, you heat it up, hurry up and eat it. ”

At the same time as Linghu Po replied loudly, he opened half a roast pheasant wrapped in oilcloth and handed it to Xiuniang.

The smell of flesh rushed into her nostrils and straight to her head.

"Gollum..."

Xiuniang's throat moved, her eyes stared directly at the roasted half of the pheasant, and she made a sound of swallowing saliva.

Since the old couple left, I haven't smelled the smell of meat for a long time, and if you want to say that you are not greedy, it is a ghost.

"It's better to cut small points with a knife and boil them in a pot before eating." She finally had a smile.

"Good... I'll cut the meat, you light the fire, and we'll make a mushroom soup in a while. Linghupo happily agreed.

The two immediately divided the labor, Xiuniang lit the fire and boiled the water on the stove, and ordered Hupo to chop the pheasant into small pieces, put it in an iron pot, and then put in some plant seasonings, cover the pot and cook.

Taking advantage of the free time, he scooped water into the wooden basin to wash the wild mushrooms, and when he was done, he put the chicken in the pot, put fresh mushrooms in the broth, and added a little salt.

Looking at his actions of doing housework, he was sharp and skillful, and Xiuniang was stunned, feeling as if she was a completely different person.

On the table was a large bowl of fragrant and hot braised pheasant, a large pot of broth and fresh mushrooms, and the two of them sat down to eat with a smile.

"You eat more, I just ate a short time, and now I'm full." Ling Hupo took a few pieces of pheasant meat into Xiuniang's bowl and said softly.

In fact, after several hours of running, the half of the pheasant had already been digested.

"Hmm... You eat together, I can't eat it all by myself. Xiuniang stuffed a piece of mountain chicken in her mouth, and humbly conceded indistinctly.

"Okay, I'll eat, I like to eat mushrooms, let's drink wild mushroom soup in a while, this soup is very nutritious."

The word 'nutrition' popped up coldly, which made Xiuniang look at him blankly, thinking about what it meant.

Suddenly, a smile broke out on her face, like a shy mountain chrysanthemum.

Linghu Po found that he had leaked his mouth, and it was inconvenient to explain, so he was busy looking for a bowl to scoop mushroom soup to cover up, but found that there were no extra bowls at home.

I don't pay attention to it, so I scoop it up with a wooden scoop and drink it, and Xiuniang doesn't mind.

The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became harmonious.

The smell of meat, accompanied by hot steam, wafted out of the kitchen and onto the road outside the small courtyard.

A pair of middle-aged men and women happened to pass by and smelled the smell of meat, and the woman said to the man next to her: "Whose meat smell is this, it's very fragrant." ”

The farmer, who was carrying a hoe on his shoulder, scolded impatiently:

"You don't care whose house it is, this area is full of hunters, cooking some game or something at home, this is normal, you need to make such a fuss? Let's go quickly, I'm so hungry that my chest is pressed against my back, go home and hurry up to eat! ”

"Huh? It seems that the smell of meat wafts from Linghu's house?! The woman didn't pay attention to the man's impatient tone, but looked intently at the small courtyard in front of her and stopped.

"Linghu family? Hum... The two elders are gone, leaving a gambler and drunkard, and the family is so poor that they drink the northwest wind and eat meat? Let's go! The man turned back and drank.

"Boss, you go back first when you're hungry, the three girls must be cooking and waiting for us, I have to go in, I have to go to the end of the day." The mother-in-law said, turning right and preparing to knock on the door.

The farmer shook his head and strode away on his own.

"Knock knock..."

Ling Hupo and Xiuniang, who were eating meat and drinking soup, looked up at each other in unison, both thinking about the same question:

It's so late, who will knock on the door at this time?